luni, 29 decembrie 2008

The kiss

You let me in your heart
But broke into my soul
All this just when I thought
"I'm through with all that crap"
I thought you're safe,
you were so far away
I thought you're just a dream
and I am just a game to play
was never meant to end this way
was never meant to come to this
your broken heart
my empty kiss
my crippled soul
your dying bliss
I'm just a fake
I played a part that I will miss
My fairy tale is over
I'll leave my lucky clover
on the pillow
and I will go
I've killed another dream
Just when I thought
"I'm tough, I don't need that"
You proved me wrong…
And now
I cry alone.
ps
Forgot to tell you
Not to take me serious

sâmbătă, 27 decembrie 2008

New Year is coming


Christmas is gone
I got to move on

A whole new year
Is waiting ahead

This one will be better…
This time I’ll do better!
I’m makin’ these promises all to myself

I need to be nicer,
I have to act wiser

Swallow my tears
Pull all my shit together
Forget all my fears,
Just deal with them later…








duminică, 21 decembrie 2008

... to know a human heart


They say that you can truly know a human heart, on three occasions: on a rainy day, after losing their luggage in an airport or when decorating a Christmas tree!

I don’t remember where I’ve heard this, but it feels right and I kept it in mind. Now I’m sharing these words of wisdom with you…

joi, 18 decembrie 2008

back to where i've started

" if you are going in the right direction,
then all you have to do is keep goin’ "
proverb budhist

In continuarea ideii de mai jos… s-ar parea ca nu e tocmai bine s-o iau inapoi.
Am senzatia ca se asteapta progrese. Cineva poate argumenta ca progresele nu inseamna neaparat distanta parcursa intr-o directe anume, cat rezultatele obtinute pe parcurs. Si chiar certitudinea ca mergi in directia buna poate fi un progres. Dar ca sa ajungi la certitudinea asta, trebuie sa pierzi ceva timp cautand directia in care trebuie sa o iei, adica directia in care daca o iei exista cele mai multe sanse sa gasesti ceea ce cauti, si m-am intors in acelasi punct de unde am plecat cu cateva posturi in urma… de fapt – trebuie sa stii in primul rand ce cauti!!! Si asta inseamna sa te cunosti pe tine…

luni, 15 decembrie 2008

just a bad day

Today I had a bad day from the start. My computer failed me.
”This is a bad sign” I thought to myself. Then I forgot. Work does that.
And then they failed me…
I lifted up my eyes and looked through the small window in the bathroom ceiling, the sky seemed black while my heart drowned in sadness. It may sound like too much, but felt just like that. I felt as if I was alone in all Universe… thrown through that window, thousand hundred miles away from home… Home?
I want to go back, back to the beginning. Maybe this time I’ll know what to look for!

joi, 11 decembrie 2008

Aries

Self-confidence is what I need, and
Courage to finish what I’ve started
I got Impatience in deed,
by Impulsivity I’m blinded…
Some say I’m Arrogant,
Enthusiastic brat
But still Initiative I’ve got for
Leadership
Opinionated / Stubborn both I am
Powerful , Forceful all the way!
Irritable, yes of course
Straightforward, this I like the most!
And Generosity to payback all the worst.

vineri, 5 decembrie 2008

Frumosul si Adormita din padurea verde…


Se intampla ca, pe cand Frumosul implini varsta la care toti flacaii erau chemati la oaste, lui i se nazari sa plece in cautarea a ceea ce i s-a promis lui din pruncie, si anume “Tinetete fara batranete si viata fara de moarte”… acum daca stai sa te gandesti – viata vesnica e o prostie, dar nici oastea nu era o alternativa stralucita, asa ca isi lua calul, pe care il chema Vasile, din grajd ( dupa ce il servi in prealabil cu o portie de jaratic, dupa care Vasile se scarpina de trei ori dupa ureche ca jaraticu’ da mancarimi se pare ) si o pornira la drum.
Vasile fluiera a paguba… pesemne el mirosise déjà ca era pierdere de vreme calatoria asta a lor, ( Vasile era cu creieru' iar Frumosu cu aspectu’ ), dar ce putea face – el nu era decat un cal! n-avea nici macar o stea in frunte... asa ca fluiera pe limba lui – asta semana a fornait pe nari, asa. Frumosul mergea pe cal… si cum mergea el asa deodata se trezi cu nasu’n tarana – cazuse! Pai cum? Pai pt ca se terminase calu’… avea si Vasile o limita! (ca toate lucrurile bune de altfel)
Frumosul ridica o spranceana din tarana, acu’ ca Vasile s-a terminat, cu cine sa-si mai imparta singuratatea? Totusi in virtutea inertiei o porni mai departe si merse fara sa se mai gandeasca la sensuri si nonsensuri pana ce se lovi cu fruntea de un zid acoperit in intregime cu iedera, ca de aia nici nu-l vazuse si se izbise din plin, iar acum isi simtea fruntea zvacnind, si déjà incepuse sa-i creasca un cucui de toata frumusetea. Frumusetea care este si ea trecatoare…
Oricum, ideea e ca daduse peste castelul Adormitei. Frumosul auzise ca ar exista o fata care dormea pe ea non-stop, dar crezuse ca sunt scorneli. Frumosul ridica si cealalta spranceana… si ce e rau in asta? Sa dormi si sa visezi oricum e mai bine decat sa tragi la oaste, ii trecu atunci prin cap Frumosului ( asta cand ridica spranceana – care functiona precum o antenna, putea capta gandurile care circula libere pe deasupra capetelor noastre si se opresc din cand in cand la unul sau la alta) si se puse si el langa Adormita, patul era destul de mare pentru amandoi, si adormi in scurta vreme. Si dormira asa ... vreme nesfarsita, de parea ca Frumosul intr-adevar gasise ceea ce cautase el de la bun inceput, si anume “Tinerete fara batranete si viata fara de moarte”, ca se stie ca omu’ cand doarme parca timpul sta asa in loc, si corpul nu mai imbatraneste… da’ numai viata nu e aia sa dormi asa in nestire si sa lasi toate cele sa treaca pe langa tine fara a te baga in seama…
Acum m-am intristat, na!

luni, 1 decembrie 2008

“Only grown-ups can have children”


Time is deceiving
Going too fast
Can’t catch up
I fell behind
Growin’ up slow
Not in a hurry to grow
Decline responsibility
Runin’ around unconsciously
White sheets, messed up place
Filled with emotions
My feelings – their toys,
And their feelings – mine.
Can I get more time?
I’m not done playin’ here
Not done havin’ fun!
Play with children, can’t have one…
Got caught in their games
Forgot to grow old
“it’s time now!”
“I know!
But can I play just one more time?”
“They’re your emotions…
Can play them as long as you like.
Just remember they’re not toys
And time doesn’t turn back!”