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

Our love

The dawns are deepening in the bowery distance of time.
Your face is a patter between roads, filled by shadows... a labyrinth, a glade , tamed by the soft darkness of the woods.
And our love is changing. The years are encircling it. The ruthless light is settling. From the depths of the woods, the tearing horn of parting is calling.
By Anna

The Art of Love

The art of love begins with ourselfs. The first step consists of becoming conciuous, of understanding the right truth due to which every man dreams his own dream. Who undertands that part, becomes responsible for his/her own share of the relationship, for himself / herself. Knowing that he/she is responsible for his/her share of the relationship, he/she may control it easily. But there is no reasion why he/she should tyr controling the other share. If we truly respect him/her. we will understand that our partner, or friend, son, mother, everyone is fully responsible for their share of the relationship. If we'd truly know how to respect the other half, our relationship will be parametered by conflicts. We'd never have wars in our family or couple. Futhermore, if we understand what love is and what fear is, we can be councious on how to communicate to ourselves others' dreams. The quality of communication depends on the options that we create in every moment, the emotional hollowing to the vibration of love or fear. If we are on the path of fear, then we can change the vibration to the one of love. It's a personal decision. Knowing which path we folow can change everything. In the end, if we understand the fact that nobody else can make us happy but ourselves, and that this happiness is the result of love which radiates from our being, we shall reach the skillfulness of the biggest art, The Art of Love. We can talk about love and we can write tons of books about it, but love differs from person to person, because she must first be experienced. Love is not a concept, it's a state of facts, manners of taking action. The only path that leads to suffering is the fear to take action. The only way to reach the skillfulness of love is to experience it. There is no need to justify it or explain it, it's enough to just experience it. Practice is what makes the master.

Not everything makes a difference

What difference does it make that I'm crumbling, that I'm suffering or thinking ? My presence in the world shall shake - as my big regret - some peaceful livings and it will abash the uncouncious and pleasent naivety of others, as my biggest regret. Even though I feel like my tragedy is for me, the biggest tragedy in history - bigger than the falls of kings or who know what waste in the bottom of a mine - still, I have the feeling of my nullity and worthlessness. I am aware that I am nothing in the univers, but I feel as if the the only real existence is my own. And if I were to chose between the existence of the world and my own, I would put aside the first, togheter with the lights and laws it contains, and encouraging myself to barge into the absolut nothingness. Even though, for me , life is a torment , I can't give up on it, because I do no believe in the transvital values in ordel to sacrifice myself for them. If I were to be honest, I should have to say that I don't know why I'm living and why I keep on living. probably, the key remains in the irational prodigy of life, which remains life without reasoning. And if there are only absurd reason for living ? But these can be called reasons ? This world is not worth sacrificing yourself for an idea or belief. How much happier are we today, if others have sacrificed for our sake and illumination ? What good and what illumination? If someone sacrificed himself for me to be happy right now, then I am more unhappy than he was, because I don't understand myself on building an existence upon a graveyard. I have moments when I feel responsible for the whole misery in history, when I don't understand why others shed blood for our sake. The whole history should turn to dust. Nothing in this world should interest me anymore; even the notion of death should sound ridiculous ; anguish limited and unrevealing, enthusiasm impure. life rationality, the dialectics of life the dialectics of logic, and not a demonic one, desperation minor and partial, eternity a saying, the existence of nothingness an illusion, fatality a joke.
When I think seriously, what role do these have ? Why set up problems, though light or accept shadows ? Wouldn't it be better to bury my tears in the seashore sand, in full loneliness ? I've never cried, because my tears turned into thoughta. And aren't these thoughts as bitter as tears ?

Cioran

Gest me

I am what nobody has yet to be.
I am the the first loves' rythm and the chaos of pain. A pair of bizzare and ordinary.
I am the polar sun's calmness and anxiety of the falling snow.
I am the breeze that soothes your nape.
I am a summer night's dream.
I am love, aversion, I am convultion, lazyness.
I am the first and the last.
I am the sad feeling of yesterdays and the horror of tomorrows. I carry the triteness of falling water in my tears and the sandess of late resignations in my soul.
I am all that you dispell in your first moment and all that you gather in the last.
I am everyone's and none's.
I am only the unknown that awaits you and you wait for.
I am everybody's story and the willow's cry in the wind.
I am the thought that disheartens .
I am a godess and a pagan. A goblet with ambrosia that in the end is wormwood.
I am your insecure step and your vulgar smile.
I am the one that's been forgotten, as she was found.
By Anna

One day...

One day, our story will be the story of others. Our love shall be a forgotten sin.
Our love shall reach the stars and extinguish them with its power.The darkness shall fall upon the world, upon us, upon the soul.Our love shall be a labyrinth which will last forever, a labyrinth that for centuries other forbidden loves shall astray within...


One day, I will stretch my hands towards you and I won't find you or you shall blindly search for me...
One day, one of us shall sleep embraced by mari,one of us shall madly walk the street in pain,one of us shall bleed,one of us will be soundless,one of us shall glide into memories,one of us shall seek his wound and try to cover it with a raw crust, newborn by time...
By Anna

Between darkness and light

…behold ... the rain... the angels are crying over me...
…my soul is shrieking it's pain towards the sky…but there's nobody to hear it...

…come... it's raining on my wings and soon I won't be able to fly anymore...
…why are you not here to protect me against these heavy tears…
of loneliness... of the world that surrounds me...

…I want to take a walk through the rain in order to cry unbothered....
…you know… In the rain, the tears can not be discerned…

…my beloved...soon we shall reunite... soon, I will feel you again…
…I must only be able to fly...

…come... it's not that far...

…my wings are weakened ... soaked...maybe because of the rain .. maybe due to my tears ... not even I know any longer...

…I'm struggling at the end of the sky
…help me fly...

…come and save this astray soul between two worlds ...don't let the sky fall upon me...

…why are you silenced when everything inside me wants to speak out to you …a smile ... one word...

…come...
…let's go home together ...
By Anna

Unui inger...

Reginele zambira cand te-au vazut plangand
Odata cu iesirea-ti din pantecul cel sfant
Cocorii anuntara pe cea care-a venit
S-aduca-n lume zambet si dragoste in gand
Atunci zei se-adunara sa vada ei minunea,
Natangi si prosti si veseli si sfinti si imparati,
Atat se minunara si daruri ei ti-au dat:
Comori si diamante sunt toate ale tale,
Luceferi blanzi sa fie in ochii tai acasa,
Adesea sa te-aline in noapte vanturi calde
Usor sa-ti inroseasca privira-ti dragalasa.
Din vise crude tu culege-ntelepciunea
Iar din icoane sfinte credinta si minunea
Acelor ca si tine ce vor salvata lumea.
Privira-ti de cristale alunge duhul rau,
Oceane si furtuni sa fie-n trupul tau.
Retina-ti biciuita de suflete pagane
Adanca si grea lupta sa duca sa aline.
Noroiul din fiinte sa il prefaci in lut,
Cu el sa faci castele in care sa ascunzi
Eterne suferinte intemnitate-n pururi,
Asa sa fi-nvecie si vesnic sa ne bucuri.
By Anna

Izvorul

Cand voi veni in miez de noapte
La poarta ta sa bat
Tu nu deschide ci ma lasa
Sa stiu ca m-ai uitat
Sa simt cum rasuflarea-mi plange
In rauri dorul meu
Sa simt in trupul meu furtune
Si-n piept un tunet greu.
Atunci sa mor si sa ma nasc
Din nou in asta lume
Intr-un izvor sa ma prefac
Sa curg pe langa tine.
As curge pe sub geamul tau
Sa te-oglindesti in mine
Si setea sa ti-o potolesti
Atunci cand bei din mine.
Sa simti atunci un dor nespus
Infipt adanc in tine
Sa stai langa izvor supus
Sa-ti fie dor de mine.
Sa nu poti sa ma ai caci eu
Voi curge mai departe
Spre alte inimi care vor
In mine sa se scalde.
By Anna

Stelele care cad....

Daca azi e doar o poarta deschisa spre ieri si-o sa faci ce-ai facut si-o sa stii ce-ai stiut dar n-o sa mai stii sa speri ,mai stai pana maine sa vezi cum e, mai stai pana maine poate nu trebuie sa vrei ce vrei poate ai nevoie de altceva si nu uita:
Stelele care cad,nu pier
Stelele care cad se duc spre un alt cer.
Daca azi drumul pe care erai s-a inchis poate ca nu era drumul pe care trebuia sa alergi spre vis sau poate ca da si poate ca maine se va deschide din nou in fata ta oricum ar fi ai in fata o zi mergi pe ea si nu uita:
Stelele care cad nu pier
Stelele care cad se duc spre un alt cer
Stelele care cad......

.....Taxi....

Pentru tine prieten drag

Mistreţul cu colţi de argint


Un prinţ din Levant îndrăgind vânătoarea
prin inimă neagră de codru trecea.
Croindu-şi cu greu prin haţişuri cărarea,
cântă dintr-un flaut de os şi zicea:

- Veniţi să vânăm în păduri
nepătrunse
mistreţul cu colţi de argint, fioros,
ce zilnic îşi schimbă în scorburi ascunse
copita şi blana şi ochiul sticlos...

- Stăpâne, ziceau servitorii cu goarne,
mistreţul acela nu vine pe-aici.
Mai bine s-abatem vânatul cu coarne,
ori vulpile roşii, ori iepurii mici ...

Dar prinţul trecea zâmbitor înainte
privea printre arbori atent la culori,
lăsând în culcuş căprioara cuminte
şi linxul ce râde cu ochi sclipitori.

Sub fagi el dădea buruiana-ntr-o parte:
- Priviţi cum se-nvârte făcându-ne semn
mistreţul cu colţi de argint, nu departe:
veniţi să-l lovim cu săgeată de lemn!...

- Stăpâne, e apa jucând sub copaci,
zicea servitorul privindu-l isteţ.
Dar el răspundea întorcându-se: - Taci...
Şi apa sclipea ca un colţ de mistreţ.

Sub ulmi, el zorea risipite alaiuri:
- Priviţi cum pufneşte şi scurmă stingher,
mistreţul cu colţi de argint, peste plaiuri:
veniţi să-l lovim cu săgeată de fier!...

- Stăpâne, e iarba foşnind sub copaci,
zicea servitorul zâmbind îndrăzneţ.
Dar el răspundea întorcându-se: - Taci...
Şi iarba sclipea ca un colţ de mistreţ.

Sub brazi, el strigă îndemnându-i spre creste:
- Priviţi unde-şi află odihnă şi loc
mistreţul cu colţi de argint, din poveste:
veniţi să-l lovim cu săgeată de foc!...

- Stăpâne, e luna lucind prin copaci,
zicea servitorul râzând cu dispreţ.
Dar el răspunde întorcându-se: - Taci...
Şi luna sclipea ca un colţ de mistreţ.

Dar vai! sub luceferii palizi ai bolţii
cum stă în amurg, la izvor aplecat,
veni un mistreţ uriaş, şi cu colţii
îl trase sălbatic prin colbul roşcat.

- Ce fiară ciudată mă umple de sânge,
oprind vânătoarea mistreţului meu?
Ce pasăre neagră stă-n lună şi plânge?
Ce veştedă frunză mă bate mereu?...

- Stăpâne, mistreţul cu colţi ca argintul,
chiar el te-a cuprins, grohăind, sub copaci.
Ascultă cum latră copoii gonindu-l...
Dar prinţul răspunse-ntorcându-se. - Taci.

Mai bine ia cornul şi sună întruna.
Să suni până mor, către cerul senin...
Atunci asfinţi după creste luna
şi cornul sună, însă foarte puţin.

By Stefan Augustin Doinas

E o poezie frumoasa,nu e preferata mea dar e preferata unui prieten drag.

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Primavara!Viata. Flori proaspete,catifelate iau locul nametilor ce usor s-au retras din crunta lor cursa nemaiavand puterea sa tine acestei explozii de frumos.Doar ici, colo mai e cate o pata de zapada murdara,vanata,pe moarte...Simturile se trezesc din hibernare si incet,incet zambetele apar,visele sunt scoase din cotloanele intunecate ale sufletelor ,imbracate in straie noi,de sarbatoare si trimise in inalturi spre implinire.Unele reusesc si se intorc la stapanii lor victorioase iar acestia se simt bine ,se simt acasa,celelalte obosesc in zborul lor si ,sleite de puteri,se aseaza pe coroana inflorita a celui mai falnic copac gandind ca este un culcus bun pentru o vreme.Aici adorm mangaiate de mirosul imbietor al florilor,de leganatul vantului ce adie usor.Dar adierea lui este prea puternica pentru gingasele petale si asa ingreunate de aceste vise pe care ele nu le vor,nu le cunosc,si sunt smulse din buchetul lor perfect si purtate de vant in inaltul cerului.O clipa stau asa nemiscate,vaporoase apoi cad neputincioase pe covorul negru al pamantului.Cu ultima picatura de putere incearca sa se ridice.O zvacnire.O picatura e prea putin.........

By Anna

Gelozie

De asteptare asa-s de obosita,

De dor asa de-nvinsa si mahnire,

De necredinta si de parasire,

De-ndepartarea lui ce-o simt sporita.

Nu-mi aflu pacea,n-am cu ce lupta,

Ma tem si ard si sper si sunt de gheata

O viata-as vrea sa zac in tarna grea

Nimic nu am si-o lume strang in brate.

Mi-e teama ca-mi rapeste bucuria,

Lumina si suflarea si ma doare

Ca frumusetea-i razele-si imparte

De nu-i al meu al nimanui sa fie.

By : Anna

Come Fall In Love With Me

Come Fall In Love With Me

Come Fall In Love With Me
My Darling, I'll Catch You Tenderly
Oh Baby, Your Heart Is Safe With Me
Forever, Our Minds In Harmony,

Delicious Fantasy.
Trust In Me To Be Your Friend,
Your Lover, And Only Man,
Don't Be Afraid To Take A Chance,
Reach Out & Take These Waiting Hands.

Come Fall In Love With Me
My Darling, I'll Catch You Tenderly
Oh Baby, Your Heart Is Safe With Me
Forever, Our Minds In Harmony,

Delicious Fantasy.
I Know You've Been Hurt
But Now I'm Here To Dry You Lonely Tears,
Don't Be Afraid To Take A Chance
Let Your Love Overcome Your Fear

And, Come Fall In Love With Me
My Darling, I'll Catch You Tenderly
Oh Baby, Your Heart Is Safe With Me
Forever, Our Minds In Harmony,

Delicious Fantasy.
Dreams Come True For Only You
Could Make Me Feel This Real,
Destiny Will Turn Its Key

With One Kiss
Our Fate Is Sealed,
Your Beauty Is
The Golden Crown
I Pray I Soon Will Wear,
Take This Heart
Of Mine To Keep
To Soothe Your Every Care

And, Come Fall In Love With Me
My Darling, I'll Catch You Tenderly
Oh Baby, Your Heart Is Safe With Me
Forever, Our Minds In Harmony,

Delicious Fantasy...ohhh baybee. ...

Al-Taib A.

Poem By ROGUEGENT