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Somewhere….somehow

admin — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 13:28:31 +0000

I feel da pain,
I feel da luv,
I feel da sorrow in my heart.
And it’s true
U feel it 2
Ain’t no lie
I feel my heart cry.
Somewhere,
Somehow
My soul died
In a body buried by time.
My mind gets confuse….
Why am I still alive???
I deserve 2 die!
Somewhere,
Somehow
I missed my heart die,
I wasn’t there
2 c da tears,
I wasn’t there
2 feel da pain,
I wasn’t there
2 make it live.
Life gets older
And let death 2 take control
Of da whole world,
Dryin’ da last drop of hope,
Last tear of will 2 live.
Maybe I can use a knife
2 change my sky
Before mom’s cry
That makes da rain fall from sky
Sinkin’ my soul I sorrow…
Hey…how can I survive till 2morrow???
Somewhere,
Somehow
Life seems 2 be
Just a luv song 4 me

The traveler

admin — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 05:04:37 +0000

In wind, in shadows, dust and rain…
in black endless pain.
To vanish, to fade, to have no name…
melting like ice in flame.
To try, to search, to scream or cry…
over the nights to fly.
To wait, to step, to walk or run away…

Poezie tr
to have no reason to stay.

The flag, the end, the final point…
the final destination.
To win, to fight, to reach a goal…
or fail and fall.
The deep, the high, the hole or peak…
the distance between.
To climb, to fall, to make it wright…
to make dark bright.

The distance, the time, the nights away…
the need to have a faster way.
The dreams, the memories and hopes…
the pain to be tied in ropes.
The fire, the rain, the cold ice and snow…
let them all like time to flow.
The past, the present, all what means you,
hold them close ’cause this is true.

To feel, to need, to miss, to have a dream…
to taste the bitter last day’s cream.
The wings, the love, the smiling happiness…
the dark night’s pure white dress.
Over the time, trough years and distance…
accept the faith’s cruel sentence.
Accept yourself, your present and your past…
or fight will be your next and last.

Poezie trimisa de Sergiu

Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

admin — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:14:44 +0000

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Sonnet 73 – William Shakespeare (Autumn Poem)

admin — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:13:47 +0000

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.