sâmbătă, 31 decembrie 2016

Rock

Rock my world
make it sway
make them crumble
the words they say

Show a door
of light, of darkness
show a way
to escape.

Teach a pair of stairs
to stay and hold
to hope and cherish
the chance, the life.

There's no end and no begining
just another choice that's made
To yourself, for you to bear
another time that you will share.

23.08.2016 - 18:95

Romana

Norii grei de ploaie
se-apleaca-n fata ta
izbiti de fulger se aduna
si-n tunet se destrama.

Un strop, o lacrima se duce
cade, jos se-asterne, tace
tarana o primeste, soarbe
se-mbata cu racoare.

Si talpile-ti crapate
amprente lasa-n urma
s-ascunsa de privire
roseata se prelinge

27.10.2016 - 19:04 inspirata de a mea bunica - portretul clasic al unei batrane.

Begging

Begging for a tought
begging for a smile
begging on your knees
stretching your hands.

and in times of needs
tears are falling
burning candles, souls,
are tiring soon.

In front of you,
an empty space is trembling -
testimony of youth, of death;
testimony of olds, of time.

slowly going, slowly trying
with harsher breaths
self embracers go in dark -
fading memories.

01.11.2016 - 08:29 - Caused by C.

Just one

One of the many
with undigushed features
a common smile,
a common spark.

The hearth is beating
hiting toughts
the chest is tighting
lacking breath.

To you I'm reaching
searching hope
To you I'm going
lacking short.

a second's spent on I
... disgust is spreading
and shame is reaching
the deepest corners.

18.12.2016, 02:04 - Inspired by Miss Z.

Another death

The death is near
with rugged breath
it tries to swallow
the pain and stains.

18.12.2016 - caused by health issues.

The reason

The reason swims alone
diving into clouds of words
grabing nothing, reaching all
floats and fades, it's gray.

The light is coming,
it's whitness stays and squeak
like a flower that's seduced
by the colors pen.

The night arrives and soon
paths of darkness touch the scars...
some stars are falling,
crushing hopes and smiles.
19.12.2016 - 15:41

Inspired by Miss Z.

Island

Island

In my hearth - a flower-
The love in shades of grey
It's petals lacks the rain
of toughts and gain.

On barren hills of facts
the cracked soil appears as sand
Scorched by doubts and fear
the molten tears welcome the pain.

The beat - drums of loneliness
And waves appear again
Hiting skies of red
That crumble on themselves.

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Inspired by Miss Z.