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23 Apr 2004, 03:51 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Miserable I'd love to watch, Your blood pour, While I sit and, Cut you apart some more. I'd like to sit, And watch you scream. It would be better, Than any other dream. I'd rather watch you be in pain, Than have it be me. I will show you, How miserable life can be. -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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24 Apr 2004, 12:32 AM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 515 Inscris: 7 April 04 Din: Cluj Napoca Forumist Nr.: 2.968 |
100% off-topic:
stimabile halcyon_lll, postul dumitale m`a facut sa`mi schimb yala, numarul de telefonsi coafura. fiori de groaza ma trec la gandul ca as putea cadea victima urgiei tale dezlantuite. dar daca poezia e scrisa de tine si o primesc cu dedicatie sunt dispusa sa te iert. macar pentru efort. si acuma la modul serios...era o GLUMA si tot nu`mi schimb parerea. poezia ce`a cauzat polemica de fata mi se pare stupida. si am dat un reply pe masura. sue me for my beliefs. ps: propun moderatorilor sa ne dea voe sa si comentam asupra poeziilor. critica e constructiva. + ca sunt cam carcotasa si nu ma pot abtine.si va rog nu ma trimiteti in poiana si la gura sobei. -------------------- Mi alma es una caverna colmada por la marea alta,
y mi idea de sońarte una caravana de histriones... |
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24 Apr 2004, 02:14 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Comentati, comentati, da' nu va certati. And don't sue each other.
_____________________________________________ Monumentum - Consuming Jerusalem I kissed Pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in Jesus'ones Making the Favorite Jewels of my Wife with His collapsed Eyes In the Pure Waters of Baptism, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth On the Humilated Cross of Christ, I hang on the Ghosts of Moral Slaveries Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's foundations Rise-up on Earth Entrails Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's columns Are full of Reptiles drenched with Wasted Prayers My Flight is now Nocturne,Unsoiled by Celestial Trinities Your Beloved God, my once Unrequested Shelter I saw him drowning in my Excrements, in the Dim Light of a no-Consolation Oracle I won't be Chained to you Forever I Won't be Victim of my Human Desire My Flesh not praying for Mercy anymore,and my Soul has gone Leaving a Black Web on its Place... ...a black Web Devouring the Once deposed Egg Gift of an eighteen years Soul Trascendence I, the Delivered Treasure I, Field of Misery I, Enfeebled Cobweb I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic I, Marbre Noir I, Shadow of Myself I, Tragoedia _____________________________________________ [rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! ] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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24 Apr 2004, 02:14 AM
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24 Apr 2004, 02:17 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Terra Mater Orfanorum
And wherever I touch you, or kiss you, or lay my hands on you I can feel the Cold Bones of a Dead... [consider inutil sa mai dau si numele formatiei... :-)] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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24 Apr 2004, 02:26 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Monumentum - From These Wounds
Souls in gangrene, deformed human projections Moving, but not living, on sanguis vibrations Your pseudo-lifes, please follow my tedious call, Vertical pain I dare you: bury me so deep that i won't smell anymore The disgusting stench of your flesh, So deep that i couldn't see anymore The pale colour of your skin Down there,far from the violent cries of your children And just there, far from all your boring questions Questions, questions, questions May you be devoured at once by your own curiosity And your mouth become the most ruthless of all murderers This is the chant of the grand cosmic defeated, To you, conqueror of everlasting earthly frustration Your smile: vulgar horizontal contraction Had always been my pain, vertical pain Ah! Your smiles... Become conscious that an universe of sewer hides inside you Silent, but patient, always your last heartbeat To start its slow demolition work: Mater Putrefactio And then this flesh of yours, once illuded to change the world, Shall again feed the ground, and the ground, new worms, Counting a grotesque cycle of cosmic gangrene Born from the wounds of men, The once preacher of existential depression Disclosed my tenebrous double, With no time, sound and size: Magister Silentii I, king of a woundless reign, where the feeble memories of your faces Are just like yellowed pictures of defuncts Where your words, re-echoing far in time, Sound like laments of a dying bat And those wounds, once deep and atrox Are only dead masks on a tragic marble I, king of a woundless reign, where the feeble memories of your faces Are just like yellowed pictures of defuncts Where your words, re-echoing far in time, Sound like laments of a dying bat And those wounds, once deep and atrox Are only dead masks on a tragic marble... [rrrrrrr!!!] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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24 Apr 2004, 02:31 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Monumentum - Selunhs Aggelos
Dressed in Beauty and Light He silently enters your dreams. And to gently awake you, he despones in your mouth the wet gift: Semen Lunae... [a bit pervert, this one... ;P] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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24 Apr 2004, 02:36 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Agathodaimon - Banner of Blasphemy
Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei Fintina celor... credinciosi! Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori De care atirna trei Christosi... Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii... "Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..." ...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar De craniu omenesc... Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare A albului domnesc... Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia "Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:" Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul se-nnegrea... Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte Si zimbeste ... fredonind: BLASFEMIE !!! "Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!" [am postat ca doar am promis, nu? :-) habar nu am daca la origine este o poezie de Minulescu sau nu, eu postez cum stiu...] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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24 Apr 2004, 09:22 AM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Cinnamon
There is cinnamon in the air, It masks the scent of the dead, It drowns out the smell of fear, And distracts me from what I said, A child is crying in the night, The sound drowns out my screams, It masks the angry bitter words, And distracts me from my dreams, There are burns upon my skin, It masks the cuts down my arm, It drowns and my sorrow, And distracts me from my harm, There is fire in my hair, It burns away my pain, It drowns out my physical despair, And distracts me from my shame, There is cinnamon in the night, There is burning cinnamon in my hair, There is blood red cinnamon on my hands, When my knife cut the cinnamon in the air. Acest topic a fost editat de halcyon_lll: 24 Apr 2004, 09:24 AM -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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24 Apr 2004, 10:19 AM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 515 Inscris: 7 April 04 Din: Cluj Napoca Forumist Nr.: 2.968 |
poezia este scrisa de ion minulescu si are ca titlu original "la umbra crucilor de lemn". din pacate, variantele aparute in volumele editate inainte de `89 sunt cenzurate, si nici agathodaimon nu reda exact textul poeziei. asa ca daca ne ajuta cineva cu un text inegral ar fi extraordinar
-------------------- Mi alma es una caverna colmada por la marea alta,
y mi idea de sońarte una caravana de histriones... |
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24 Apr 2004, 10:32 AM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 515 Inscris: 7 April 04 Din: Cluj Napoca Forumist Nr.: 2.968 |
Together we have discovered the languid fatigue of love interrogated all our beauty we've turned
each other inside out. Drowning in Ebony Tears. The long face of cherrlessness the only bonding we share enlightened by degredation the only pleasure is pain. Drowning in Ebony Tears. Embedded in our resentment lay the keys to disengage but still we burn in persecution for the punishment of possessiveness. Cathedral- Ebony Tears -------------------- Mi alma es una caverna colmada por la marea alta,
y mi idea de sońarte una caravana de histriones... |
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24 Apr 2004, 10:41 AM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Message from depression
Frustrated and helpless Like a table without legs Depressed to a point Where i see no return to sanity Suicide becomes a More realistic option It appears the only way I can escape failure Failure surrounds and chokes My every thought Life sits in the background Hiding behind death Only living things can Fight this current I am dead I feel myself shrinking I wish for growth But cannot find a stimulant Knowing all to be My fault I blame evrything And everyone else Suicide - my only option So much of a failure That i couldnt kill myself I would fail trying But i can try There is no one to talk to My friends are too busy And to my family I am a constant disappointment All i have in this world Are two things A pen and paper People say writing Gets things off your chest like a release But the realisation of my failures Breaks my ribs and constricts me A drowning sensation With no sense of reality I write words Nothing makes sense There is no meaning What is the cure for depression?? I can no longer be bothered to look for it Someone please give it to me No one will I have scared everyone away I sit alone Frustrated The need for destruction Pains my mind Destroy the world But where to start? Confusion I need sleep Eternal sleep Unable to meet society's demands I am too cowardly to face another day Let me sleep forever I am perhaps too cowardly For suicide I wish for a storm Dear God, When lightning crashes Let it strike me I wish to feel destruction In its purest form Let destruction be my final thought It is all i know It is what i dream of Death and destruction Of mind, body and soul Depression is my name. -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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28 Apr 2004, 10:41 PM
Mesaj
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Musteriu Grup: Musterii Mesaje: 20 Inscris: 18 April 04 Forumist Nr.: 3.137 |
Is it to die my night ?
Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness, today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested. Is it to die my night ? The endless time consumes me like a rustle. When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away. Now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness. Is it to die my night ? The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away... When I find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss. This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep. Is it to die my night ? To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away... (ataraxia-vespertilia) -------------------- sing this corrosion to me
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9 May 2004, 09:57 AM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
The Black Man
Dressed in black and eyes full of emptiness He walked upon me and touched my face He whispered words that were unclear Still not knowing why he was here His hands were pale and cold as ice As my soul fell captive with one glance in his eyes Scared to look beyond his body for I see no reflection I know the answer but cant understand the conception I never knew he would enter my life so soon My tears glisten with the bright light of the moon I wish I could reject his presence and this slight amount of pain My blood stops flowing and my mind goes insane It feels like lightning once it hurts the earth As recaps of my life go back to the innocence of my birth I wish I could yell but even this he possessed Little did I know my body now belonged to the black man... called death -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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9 May 2004, 07:48 PM
Mesaj
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Autorul celui mai interesant Editorial din 2004 Grup: Membri Mesaje: 740 Inscris: 19 February 04 Din: in centrul salii Forumist Nr.: 2.276 |
The black song
All that he could feel was rain Cold and harsh but so much needed “Come oh come my medicine for pain!” There’s no one here…don’t cry my friend I promise you a chance for a tomorrow Just trust me till the end…Come!…Follow! The black of night, the cold, the pain There’s nothing new for the old valley Too many knights have tried to break the chain He walks trough shadows not knowing That her thoughts are to slay the dreamer His only hope is to make the rainbow reappear A song of pipes sings for a funeral He walks and walks… his mind is gone He’s waiting only for the black rainbow to be near… -------------------- "Daruind vei dobandi!"
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9 May 2004, 08:01 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Fly forever Fly me to the moon And away we go. Come with me please, And don't say 'no'. Fly past the moon, And away to Mars, And while we're here, Let's count the stars. Back past the Earth To Mercury we fly, This the place here, Where we touch the sky. Into the Sun, Good bye forever, Our resting place, Apart now never -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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14 May 2004, 10:02 AM
Mesaj
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Vataf Grup: Membri Mesaje: 139 Inscris: 4 March 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.453 |
Tablou de iarna
De George Bacovia Ninge grozav pe câmp la abator Si sânge cald se scurge pe canal; Plina-i zăpada de sânge animal - Si ninge mereu pe-un trist patinor… E albul aprins de sânge-nchegat Si corbii se plimba prin sânge… si sug; Dar ceasu-i târziu… in zări corbii fug, - Pe câmp la abator s-a înnoptat. Ninge mereu in zarea-nnoptata… Si-acum când geamuri triste se aprind Spre abator vin lupii licărind. - Iubito, sunt eu la uşa inghetata. -------------------- Remember that as a teenager you are in the last stage of your life when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.--Fran Lebowitz
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6 Jun 2004, 08:38 PM
Mesaj
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Fairy Grup: Membri Mesaje: 733 Inscris: 17 March 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.633 |
O poezie de Tennyson...
Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i’the earth so chilly: Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush’d and close, As a sick man’s room when he taketh repose An hour before death; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year’s last rose. Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i’the earth so chilly: Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. |
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31 Oct 2004, 01:16 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Forsaken
I'm over it, You see I'm falling in a fast abyss, Clouded by memories of the past At last I say: I hear it fading, I can't speak it or else you will dig my grave... You're feeling, finding, always winding Take my hand, now be alive! You see I cannot be forsaken Because I'm not the only one! We walk amongst you feeding, raping, Must we hide from everyone? I'm over it... Why can't we be together ever since? Sleeping so long taking off the mask, At last I see My fear is fading, I can't speak it or else you will dig my grave You feeling, finding, always winding Take my hand now be alive! You see I cannot be forsaken Because I'm not the only one! We walk amongst you feeding, raping, Must we hide from everyone? Everyone... Everyone. . . . . __________________________________________ [ David Draiman (Disturbed) - Queen of the Damned OST ] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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21 Nov 2004, 12:58 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Autumn
My heart is crushed It's lying there and growing cold, Summer's sunset falls... Sunlight flees away, and dews of night arise... Rainy autumn moves my heart, Flowers welking welk my joy Clouds come, rolling over, They depress me, overrun me, They overshadow my heart... Autumn comes apace, a last warm glance sighing to me Now grey vails between the earth and sea!... Birdless branches in the wind, Leaves they found their death in coldness Naked trees in the frost of night, Yearning for the sun again and again Waters laying still, in transparent fog Lakes of blue covered with ice To sleep their winter-sleep...... ___________ by Darkseed -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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21 Nov 2004, 04:30 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.051 Inscris: 5 March 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.474 |
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
Edgar Allan Poe Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass. The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! -------------------- |
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8 Dec 2004, 09:02 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
I question myself, why do I live
I have nothing to offer I have nothing to give Nobody cares whether I live or I die And nobody comforts me when I begin to cry I have no true value and nothing of worth My life has been cursed since the day of my birth So I sit in remorse and throw curses at my name I thought it would be different but everyday is the same So one last question before grabbing this knife Should I end all my suffering and take my own life? -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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8 Dec 2004, 11:57 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.051 Inscris: 5 March 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.474 |
Largo
George Bacovia Muzica sonoriza orice atom... Dor de tine, şi de altă lume, Dor... Plana: Durere fără nume Pe om... Toţi se gândeau la viaţa lor, La dispariţia lor. Muzica sentimentaliza Obositor, - Dor de tine, şi de altă lume, Dor... Muzica sonoriza orice atom. -------------------- |
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11 Dec 2004, 01:55 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
I Want to Die
I'm too tired of this life All I need is my big sleep You are so far away You love someone else... Another day passed me by Another day filled with pain You are not here You're with someone else... I love you to death, You love someone else So I just wanna die........ Create hate I hate myself for loving you "We have touched for the last time You are long gone, in love with someone else I now fear nothing but life itself And I have learned that living is just a slow way to die I do not believe in life or in love anymore. The joy I feel are the joys of emptiness I hate myself for loving you The fear I feel night after night has developed into a disease No-one can see the emptiness in my eyes. To escape life itself now seems the only solution With relief i look foward of letting go of the pain Finally... there is peace in my soul To lie dead without a concern , without a tear, You own my heart And life without you is so imensly painful Just to think of you, talk about you, dream of you makes tears stream down my face I cannot imagine happiness without your beautiful smile, your angelic face, your wonderful body and your good heart: You are everything , I am nothing I want to die But really... I am already dead" I will not live..... _________________________ [ lyrics from Mortal Love - I Want to Die] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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5 Jan 2005, 11:54 AM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 515 Inscris: 7 April 04 Din: Cluj Napoca Forumist Nr.: 2.968 |
In noaptea...
In noaptea vesnicei uitari, In care toate curg A vietii noastre dezmierdari Si raze din amurg, In care nu mai strabatu Nimic din ce`au apus As vrea o data in viata, tu, sa te inalti in sus. Si daca ochii ce`am iubit N`or fi de raze plini, Tu ma priveste linistit Cu stinsele lumini. Si daca glasul adorat N`o spune un cuvant, Tot inteleg ca m`ai chemat Dincolo de mormant... clasic....Eminescu -------------------- Mi alma es una caverna colmada por la marea alta,
y mi idea de sońarte una caravana de histriones... |
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17 Jan 2005, 04:43 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
SHE
Why is she scared when there is nothing to fear Why does she cry when there is no reason for a tear Why can't she die when there is no reason to live And why does she share when she has nothing to give Why does she hurt when she can no longer feel pain Why is she different when everyone else is the same Why does she try when no one else will Why does it seem fake when everything else is so real Why does she care when everyone else don’t Why does she help you when no one else wont Why does she bleed when she has no visible cuts Why does she have the answers when all they have are the "whats" -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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17 Jan 2005, 05:06 PM
Mesaj
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NuRSeRy Team Member Grup: Membri Mesaje: 573 Inscris: 2 February 04 Din: oscilez intre Zalau si Cluj-Napoca Forumist Nr.: 2.062 |
NATARAUL
Un motan infometat Sus pe casa s-a urcat, Ca sa prinda-o vrabiuta Ce-si facea si ea casuta. Dar motanul natarau A sarit in cuibul sau, Vrabiuta a zburat, Pis a ramas agatat. Cuibul mic, motanul gras A cazut direct in nas! -------------------- - The NuRSeRy Team -
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17 Jan 2005, 06:22 PM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 515 Inscris: 7 April 04 Din: Cluj Napoca Forumist Nr.: 2.968 |
trebuia sa mentionezi ca era un motan negru...altfel esti off topic
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9 Feb 2005, 11:59 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.100 Inscris: 15 December 04 Din: Romania- Arad Forumist Nr.: 5.203 |
Gândul îmi zboară amăgit,
La lucruri mari, de ne-mplinit, si-apoi se-ntoarce obosit, In trupu-i lipsit de idei, pierit… Parcă sensul însusi de-a trai, S-a pierdut anost… Intr-un abis de munti si vai, In capul unui prost. Si golul sfâsie tăcerea. Lugubru ceas, Amar ca fierea Si nimic n-a mai rămas… De ce să caut, ce n-am pierdut? De ce să plâng, după ce n-am avut? De ce să spun, ce n-am văzut? De ce? Gând mut! Gând pierdut! Totul se lămureste… Nu gândul e pierdut, Ci eu de el m-am rătăcit orbeste, In tăcerea surda ce domneste. Idee, dulce idee! Mai da-mi o mângâiere! Insufla-mi o durere, Ce sufletul a uitat s-o simtă, Piere… Am pierdut ce era mai important, Nici gândul si nici ideea, Ci sufletul meu pedant, Ce-a fost răpit de-o muza dulce, ca mierea… Dulce amăgire, Muza dulce, e un drac… Ce-mi conduce sufletul la pieire, Simplu, intr-un sac! Îl compătimesc… Căci se purifica, In focul drăcesc De care nu mi-e frica. Tot singur, tot negura, Fara suflet, fara viata, Doar un trup si-o gura. Ce vietuiesc pe-o ata… -------------------- Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. [Samuel Beckett]
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18 Feb 2005, 04:44 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.100 Inscris: 15 December 04 Din: Romania- Arad Forumist Nr.: 5.203 |
Ego
Tot mai tăcut si singur În lumea mea pustie -- Si tot mai mult m-apasă O grea mizantropie. Din tot ce scriu, iubito, Reiese-atât de bine -- Aceeasi nepăsare De oameni, si de tine. (BACOVIA) Don't remember where I was I realized life was a game The more seriously I took things The harder the rules became I had no idea what it'd cost My life passed before my eyes I found out how little I accomplished All my plans denied So as you read this know my friends I'd love to stay with you all Please smile when you think of me My body's gone that's all A tout le monde A tous mes amis Je vous aime Je dois partir These are the last words I'll ever speak And they'll set me free (MEGADETH- A TOUT LE MONDE) -------------------- Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. [Samuel Beckett]
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6 Apr 2005, 12:07 AM
Mesaj
#100
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.051 Inscris: 5 March 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.474 |
Ceasornicul
(Charles Baudelaire) Ceasornic! Zeu amarnic, nepasator, c-un deget Pe fiecare ameninti spuanadu-i „Nu uita!” Durerile in freamat curand s-or implanta In inima-ti ca-n tina lovita fara preget Placerea ca un abur in zare va pieri Cum in culise-si pierde silfida leganarea Oricare clipa soarbe un strop din desfatarea Ce tututor ni-e data cat timp vom mai trai De trei mii sase sute de ori pe ceas. Secunda Sopteste: „Tine minte!” Cu glasul lui marunt De greier, spune – Acuma: tot Altadata sunt Sugand cu trompa-i hada viata ta ca unda! Remember! Esto memor! Tu mana sparta! Vezi! (Vorbeste-n orice limba gatleju-mi de metal) Minutele sunt scumpe, nebune – mineral Al carui dram de aur se cade sa nu-l pierzi! Adu-ti aminte: Timpul ce tot mai lacom joaca Nemasluind, castiga oricand, e scris asa Dar ziua scade; noaptea e mare; nu uita! Genunea e-nsetata; clepsidra tot mai seaca. Curand suna-va ceasul cand si Norocul viu Si vrednica Virtute, sotia ta fecioara Si chiar Cainta (hanul de cea din urma oara!) Ti-or spune: „Mori batrane misel! e prea tarziu!” Din volumul Florile Raului, 1857 Traducere de Serban Bascovici -------------------- |
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20 Apr 2005, 06:16 PM
Mesaj
#101
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Vornic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 286 Inscris: 29 January 05 Forumist Nr.: 5.580 |
Învierea bufonului - Mircea Dinescu
Paharele-s pe prag, mortu-i pe masa, oglinzile-s în rochii moi de dant, pisica va fi si ea prinsa-n lant, paharele-s pe prag, mortu-i pe masa. Muntii-s tociti. Si caprele-s tocite. Si-un soare cirn si norii beti si ciungi. Si serpi scirbiti de pieile lor lungi frecind morminte ca tacîmuri scite. Yorik e viu si princiara hîrca o va jongla-n culise facind fente. Oh, bieti catîri ai unor sentimente pe care ni le-au pus părintii-n cîrca, mai rumegam taritele candorii dar brusc relatiile se brinzesc si-aud distinct în risul meu minzesc risul tatalui meu ca pliscul ciorii. |
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20 May 2005, 04:16 PM
Mesaj
#102
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Musteriu Grup: Musterii Mesaje: 30 Inscris: 21 March 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.670 |
Agalloch -Kneel to the cross
Give us our bread and bury our dead And kneel to the cross on the wall Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake Just kneel to the cross on the wall We've original sin, but we might just get in If we beg to the cross on the wall It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours But kneel to that cross on the wall. See the roof fall, hear the bells crash As flesh and bone turn to ash Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost The corpses' stench beneath the cross Give them gold and they'll save your soul And kneel to the cross on the wall Hail to the boss of the great unwashed And kneel to the cross on the wall They wail and weep, the march of the sheep As they go to the cross on the wall And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong So kneel to the cross on the wall -------------------- Nu rani ce nu poti ucide.
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28 May 2005, 09:04 PM
Mesaj
#103
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
I Hate to Feel (Mortal Love)
My heart is still broken Forever my soul is frozen... Still watching the rain to fall Forever standing in the cold all alone... I'll stay here to the end Another day to start Another day to break my heart... With love, still no romance The fragile pieces of my soul Belongs to you... I hate to feel I wish I couldn't feel at all... Don't ask why I have to leave, Don't know why I still breathe, Don't understand why I'm still hiding... All my thoughts for you, saving my Love for you Once again I'm living inside myself... -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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31 May 2005, 09:25 AM
Mesaj
#104
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Vornic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 286 Inscris: 29 January 05 Forumist Nr.: 5.580 |
Somnul - Georg Trakl
Blestemate fiţi voi, întunecate otrǎvuri, Somn alb Aceastǎ prea ciudata grǎdinǎ De copaci în amurg, Plinǎ cu şerpi, fluturi de noapte, Pǎianjeni, lilieci ! Strǎine! Umbra ta pierdutǎ În roşul serii, Un corsar întunecat În marea sǎratǎ a mâhnirii. La marginea nopţii se ridicǎ pǎsǎri albe Peste oraşe de oţel. În prǎbuşire. |
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19 Jun 2005, 12:54 AM
Mesaj
#105
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 3.926 Inscris: 6 April 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.950 |
Pământ
(de mine) Mai sunt numai puţin din ce am fost. Mai sunt doar vântul fără rost. Mai sunt ce cred c-aş putea fi. Mai sunt doar soare fără zi. Mai sunt icoană de păcat. Mai sunt destinul ce-am aflat. Mai sunt credinta fără sfânt. Mai sunt ce-am fost şi-oi fi:pământ. -------------------- Nu semnez.
I love flowers. |
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