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Un vis de-o vara...E- "Nu ce faci? ai innebunit?
Crezi k nu ma doare?
De ce? de ce faci asta?
P- Nu tu ai vrut? acum lasa asa
Pune totul,poate va renunta
E- Cine? tu sau eu? eu incerc sa lupt
Tu vrei sa ma rupi?
P- Mai taci,oricum tu nu stii
tu nu zici ce simti,lasa ca zic eu
Poate asa nu vei mai fi inteles gresit
Poate vei fi gasit,poate randuri
Nu te vor mai lasa pedepsit!
E- Nu,nu face asta
nu mai pot continua,ei nu i pasa
Eu nu pot uita
P- Asta e ideea,zi mi de acum
Uita te adanc,si incearca
Prin sufletul tau ia-ti o barca
Caci daca nu ai uitat deja
Ploua cu galeata...
E- Da stiu,ploua si fulgere imi amintesc
Dar azi e ca acum un an
Sper doar sa ma trezesc
Din al meu cosmar..
P- Si cum intentionezi?
Vaslind de nebun prin furtunaa
Cautand sperante,cautand o cale de intoarcere
Dar tu inca speri,inca alergi
Si lovit de amintiri incerci sa reiei
Un vis de o vara...
E- Da inca incerc,pentru ca nu credeam
Ca o sa doara..
Era doar un vis de o vara
Ce cu timpul o sa dispara
Si regret,caci decat eu imi aminte
EcouStrig numele tau,dar doar ecoul
In zare se tot aude,si vine
In piele imi patrunde ,aduce cu el
Amintiri de departe din trecut,
Ma sfasie fiecare cuvant
Ce tu-l aveai,nu mai am grai,
Incerc de toate sa ma rup
Dar tot strig chiar daca ma distrug,
Bucata cu bucata rupe din mine
Ecoul si amintirile cu tine...
Hauntedi will remember what i used to be
you re part of me for ever but i cant see
where did u left in this world full of cruelity
where did u go ,but doesnt matter now
still here,haunting my heart
this will never change and i want you to know
i like to be haunted for ever so dont go...
Monster today..repeating to myself
u're just a monster,..a no one,..
repeating to myself
to never get like that again
repeating to myself
of not loosing my mind
because is doesnt worth those times
repeating to myself..it's time to walk away
repeating to myself i'm insignifiant
Poveste (neterminat)"termina" imi zice mintea
"Las-o in pace,e mai bine asa
Nu mai urmari ce nu poti avea
Nu esti destul de bun oricum
Renunta,pleaca n o intrista.."
Uite acum e altcnva ce lupta pentru ea
o vezi zambind,razand,stai
Priveste-i fericirea,vrei altcva??.."
Stau pierdut,te vad cu el zambind
Raman blocat pt putin timp..
Inima imi zice sa te strig
De fapt incepe ea,si tipa
Ma bucur ca nu o poti auzi..
Urletul doare,ca un lup ce tipa la luna...
"Hey gata,termina uita te la ea..
Stiu cat iti doresti,dar n o poti avea
Stiu cat iti pasa o simt si eu
Dar stii bine cine suntem noi
Cu el nu ne putem compara.."
Imi revin,si incep sa plec
Am ajuns prea aproape..
Si te aud razand,oftez
Spre partea opusa,plec...
Nu mai gandesc,
Ma uit la sirete,oh stai..
Sa ridic capul ar fi mai normal
Oh,ninge cu fulgi mari albi
Incerc sa calmez pe toata lumea
De fapt mintea asta face,
Inima ar vrea sa se intoarca
Ma pedepseste cu cutite in ea..
M:"hey linisteste te ok?"
Incep sa plang,dar nu o las sa se vada
Oftez si ple
-Tu esti el?Imi pare bn sa te cunosc..
-Da,si mie..dar cine esti?
-Sunt o veche amintire,ma bucur ca m ai pastrat
Imi pare rau ca te supar,as fi vrut sa fi plecat
Dar tu ma tii aici chiar daca te ranesc...
Ea stie cat a insemnat?Ea stie ca nu ai uitat?
-Off! Atunci de ce ma tii aici? De ce nu ma lasi sa plec?
-Inca incerc si eu sa mi raspund,chiar m am intrebat
Chiar daca acum ranesti,esti o amintire frumoasa
Nu te pot arunca,pentru ca tu stii cat de mult
Un nor negru...Tu n-ai ce face,decat sa faci asta mereu
Mai pleaca odata,nu vezi ca imi e deja destul de greu?
"AWW",aaa m-ai auzit? foarte bine pleaca odata!!
Cine te-a trimis?N-ai alta treaba?
Cauta pe altcineva fericit! "Pff,din nou?!"
Nu ma mai urmarii!! Nu te-ai plictisit?
Uita-te la mine,unde crezi ca voi ajunge?
Ai aratat un semn de cruce?
Off,bine incepe sa doara,opreste-te!
Nu mai pleci?Ce?Cum adica "nu,in veci"?
Ok,vreau sa stau putin,nu iei o pauza?
Zi-mi macar cum te cheama,daca tot aici vei sta
Macar poate ne putem intelege cumva...
noti do really care about you,if there something wrong happends isnt your fault is mine...it's because of me..and this "me"..that cares that much..instead of beeing like other ones...
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
Ultimul visMa intind privind o stea
Ma intreb cum poate el sa te aiba
Iar eu nu te pot avea..
Si cu fiecare secunda numar un regret
Ce cu fiecare lacrima curge incet
Privirea imi e in acelasi loc
Si totul se intuneca usor
Dar raza ei,ramane acolo..
Raman peste un norisor
"Ma intreb,oare zbor?"
Si totul se invarte in jurul meu
Apas play doar pe cele
Ce legatura cu tine aveau..
Ca un soarece anesteziat
Gandul asta te-nfioara
Presupun ca e ultima oara
Si cu o ultima incercare
Sar din disperare
Intr-o amintire de demult
Si clopote incep sa bata
Pentru mine,ultima data...
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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