Despair

I laid my hands on you and I closed my eyes. I saw myself entering your life. I entered then your soul, and I saw that I am in the darkest place possible.

I floated months in a row among abuse, despair, the drunkenness of the moment, hopelessness, and whirls...

I irrigate with blood and sweat thorns and weeds. I melt up in pain and stupidity. I had no strength to get out. I cried but I never complained.
I roam about.
Later I returned. I pulled out my hands and I opened my eyes. Now I am writing with my eyes staring on a point. Small, black and ugly, it’s the point of my wandering....

by Anna

Today...tomorrow…

...don’t give me the smile, don’t give me your love, don’t give me the look, don’t give me your joys and hardships…

...I cannot carry them…

...they’re all killing me….
...but I cannot runaway from you...no...I cannot runaway from myself...

...I cannot find myself either or I don’t have the courage…
...I’m losing myself ...
...today it was harder… deeper… more painful …

...tomorrow it will be better...

...the soul...
…the soul, he itself won’t last until tomorrow…

...my thought has hushed… but my soul keeps screaming …

...I don’t know why …

...and I am too blind too know…that I don’t know…

...I’d like to die for a moment and be born without today ….

By Anna

Forget me

...forget me...
...I cannot love you and if I would in the end I’d hate you...
...my heart is dead but it still beats...
...and my soul is struggling in pain and chaos...
...it’s torn apart...
...the pain...
...more harsh than death itself...
...not even life recognize me anymore...
...I’m tired of hoping, of fighting...
...life’s running… even the light within me is running...
...I’d heading towards the darkness, falling down...but always free...
...forget me...
...one day you shall forget that I’ve forgotten you...
...I’ve hurt you, I’ve hurt myself...
...but you exist...
...from time to time I shall exist as well...

By Anna

Orbii

O, suflete, priveşte-i! sunt trişti şi singuratici

Ridicoli fără voie, sinistre manechine

Ţintind spre nicăierea priviri de umbră pline

Nestiutori de lume, cu umblet de lunatici.

Pe fata lor se stinge a cerului lumină!

Ei ochii şi-i îndreaptă spre larga depărtare

Şi-aşa cum trec pe stradă spre-o-nchipuită zare

Oricât de greu li-e gândul, ei fruntea nu şi-o-nclină.

Se pierd prin noaptea soră cu veşnica tăcere

Tu râzi şi cânţi, cetate cu lacomă plăcere

Şi voluptatea vieţii cu frenezie-o sorbi.

Mă vezi numai pe mine, mai jalnic decât ei

Iar inima mă-ntreabă, când trec cu paşii grei

- De ce-şi ridică ochii spre cer, sărmanii orbi?

Baudelaire

Without fragrance, the flower is for nothing

... I dream a dream that isn't mine... I steal it from the silence... I lay
thoughts and whispers on it...desires.. the desire of having you... then I abandon myself into affliction...
...affliction that doesn't exist...
... the moon is playing too... it's soothing my face ... hoping to scatter away the loneliness...
...it's been sad for centuries, even though it shines ... as a smile, which hides hundreds of tears...
... I feel the tears in my eyes but they do not exist...
... I try to breathe, but I lack air... I wish I could listen, but I don't understand the silence...
...why , from all the sun in your eyes, you only give me a ray...?
...tear a part from you, to make me whole... give me the love to love again ... a lone soul does not reflect anything...
...whisper me your wishes, wish in the whispers ... love, sooth, kiss, look, live though me... sob, smile...
..............................

...today you are here and only yesterday you came and tomorrow you'll be far away ...
...I can hear your steps moving away…
...their hard echo is flooding my ear drums...
...you're gone ...
...without fragrance, the flower is for nothing...
By Anna

designs

By AlTaib A.

Him, loneliness and me

...him, loneliness and me...
...he, always asking me..., me, cold, sad as the autumn that passes, slowly, with lazy steps. But he's with me, him…loneliness.... him!!
``...in your arms I do not desire to stay anymore...``
….loneliness….
...he looks at me, sad, lost... i call out to him ... his fire burns me .... my arm desires his forehead... but my arms strech out for nothing because these fire I do not desire ...
….loneliness and me…
by Anna