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30 Jan 2004, 10:49 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Am deschis acest topic tuturor artistilor sau celor carora le plac poeziile pesimiste, negre, gen Bacovia. Nu ezitati sa postati orice pozie "noir" in engleza, romana, sau orice limba pe care unii o pot intelege.
Never Die Some day the claws of evil, Will snatch you up and drag you off to hell. When you finally fall into the eternal fire, You will wish you never fell. Fear will always be in your heart, Darkness will be forever, The black claws of demons will tear you apart, The torture will end never. This is a place where no one will save you. No one will ever hear you cry. You will be faced to endure the pain alone, Because you can never really die. -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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30 Jan 2004, 10:55 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Alone I pray Please don't do this You are all I have left I'd give you every ounce of my soul if you don't leave me tonight I'd drain every bit of my blood for you not to break my heart anymore I'd give you all my thought not ruin me. No matter how much I beg you my heart is broken I am alone I am ruined Alone I pray for something better then this I beg you god if you exist I fear for my life No more pain my soul is a mass of scars now I am a thin surface being ripped open I can't contain it like I used to I have nothing left -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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30 Jan 2004, 10:55 PM
Mesaj
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Vornic Grup: EmailInvalid Mesaje: 428 Inscris: 12 September 03 Forumist Nr.: 759 |
Atunci hai sa ne aducem aminte de o celebra poezie a celui care a fost promotorul acestui gen in Romania:
Plumb Dormeau adânc sicriele de plumb, Şi flori de plumb şi funerar vestmânt - Stam singur în cavou, şi era vânt, Şi scârţâiau coroanele de plumb. Dormea întors amorul meu de plumb Pe flori de plumb, şi-am început să-l strig - Stam singur lângă mort, şi era frig, Şi-i atârnau aripile de plumb. Ma-nfioara de cate ori imi arunc ochii peste aceste versuri.... -------------------- |
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30 Jan 2004, 10:55 PM
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30 Jan 2004, 10:59 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Te infioara... dar e super!!!!
Prisoner To Death Stuck in my mind all the time However hard i try to push it aside death is always there Trapped behind the bars, in my padded cell of a brain I want to break free, when will my sentence be through? If my sentence is for life, death i beg you to kill me now Take me in my sleep tonight, draw my last breath away Wherever i go from this life to the next, it has to be better than this? Take me tonight death, while i try to peacefully sleep, let me die For I’m sick of being a hostage I'm a prisoner to death -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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30 Jan 2004, 11:00 PM
Mesaj
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Vornic Grup: EmailInvalid Mesaje: 428 Inscris: 12 September 03 Forumist Nr.: 759 |
Infiorarea, nu?
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30 Jan 2004, 11:04 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Da....
Till Death Do Us Part It was supposed to be a magical day She wasn't supposed to feel this way He'd forced this upon her, this marriage The dress was so pretty, flowing silk Nightfall came, he wanted her She wanted to die, it wasn't right for her to feel this way A knife she remembers he always carries in his case He calls her; she finds the knife in the case and hides it He's waiting for her She's waiting for him, for the right moment Pushes and pulls she's on the bed Bolt right up she sits, out comes the knife Straight for the heart where he's hurt her so much He can't even scream for his throat is cut After and hour of struggling and both beating each other He's dead, now her time Straight in the heart for or five times With her last breath she smiles and whispers...Till death do us part my love -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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30 Jan 2004, 11:39 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
3 Last Words
Your right I’m wrong It’s over I’m Gone You laugh I cry You Live I die No more, I’m done This pain isn’t fun I tried to be perfect To please everyone Some people chose knifes,razors or pills But not me I kill myself day after day Trying to escape To get away Its no good Im stuck here forever The sun rises, I can’t feel the heat I’m cold to the touch When I speak my words are slurred and you can’t understand Your crying now There's nothing I can do So I focus real hard to show you my last three words and with that I rip my heart out I love you Acest topic a fost editat de halcyon_lll: 30 Jan 2004, 11:42 PM -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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31 Jan 2004, 12:56 AM
Mesaj
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child in time Grup: Membri Mesaje: 551 Inscris: 12 August 03 Forumist Nr.: 590 |
Nu stiu daca si voua vi se pare la fel de neagra, dar...
Fire and Ice-Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. -------------------- "In fapta, lumea-i visul sufletului nostru..."
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31 Jan 2004, 01:06 AM
Mesaj
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child in time Grup: Membri Mesaje: 551 Inscris: 12 August 03 Forumist Nr.: 590 |
The Sick Rose-William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. -------------------- "In fapta, lumea-i visul sufletului nostru..."
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31 Jan 2004, 09:00 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
The Valley of the Unrest
by Edgar Allan Poe, 1831 Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sunlight lazily lay. Now each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. Nothing there is motionless- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye- Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave:- from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep:- from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems. -->Rose In my heart, in my soul, I really hate to pay this toll... Should be strong, young and bold, But the only thing i feel is pain... -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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31 Jan 2004, 09:06 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Let the ground swallow me...
Just like every problem i have i can't face it I just want the ground to swallow me up and cover me in darkness Let the darkness be a shelter for me Cover me up with the blanket of death Lower me into the dirt ground Laying in my coffin pich black...dark Peace at last, Peace of mind Just because i let the ground swallow me -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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31 Jan 2004, 10:13 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Poezii negre?!? Hehehe, uite-o aici pe mama lor... In original!
Ash nazg durbatuluk, ush nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul! sau, in traducere... One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them. Originalul este in Mordor-tongue... Acest topic a fost editat de E.B.E.: 31 Jan 2004, 10:13 PM -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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31 Jan 2004, 10:32 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Not long ago but far away,
A rainy winter's day. All her pain she kept inside, Could no longer hide. No cry for help, She killed herself... Both life & love could not be saved - She took them both to the grave. A pair of souls become undone Where were two now one... Divided by this wall of death, I soon will join you yet... With my blood I'll find your love... You found the strength to end your life, As you did so shall I. Oh no, please don't go... It's like a death in the family... A crimson pool so warm & deep Lulls me to an endless sleep, Your hand in mine - I will be brave, Take me from this earth... An endless night - this, the end of my life... From the dark I feel your lips And I taste your bloody kiss... Don't die on me... Don't die... _____________________________ Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses [lyrics] -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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31 Jan 2004, 10:38 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: MembriOffBoard Mesaje: 2.426 Inscris: 7 December 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.412 |
Nichita Stanescu – Criza de Timp
O, scurta tristete, insecta verzuie, Voi, blande ouo, locuind in miez de meteor spart ; si de palmile mele acoperite Ca sa renasca un cu totul alt decor. Camera se varsa prin fereste Si eu nu o mai pot retine in ochii deschisi. Razboi de ingeri albastri, cu lanci curentate, mi se petrece in irisi. Ma amestec cu obiectele pana la sange, ca sa le opresc din pornire, dar ele izbesc pervazurile si curg mai departe spre o alta oranduire. O, scurta tristete, ramane de jur imprejur o sfera de vid ! stau in centrul ei si unul cate unul ochii din frunte, din tampla, din degete mi se deschid. -------------------- __________
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1 Feb 2004, 09:22 AM
Mesaj
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Musteriu Grup: Musterii Mesaje: 13 Inscris: 1 February 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.055 |
Everything Goes to Hell- Tom Waits
Why be sweet, why be careful, why he kind? A man has only one thing on his mind Why ask politely, why go lightly, why say please? They only want to get you on your knees There are a few things I never could believe A woman when she weeps A merchant when he swears A thief who says he'll pay A lawyer when he cares A snake when he is sleeping A drunkard when he prays I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good Everything goes to hell, anyway... Laissez-faire mi amour, ce la vie Shall I return to shore or swim back out to sea? The world don't care what a soldier does in town It's all hanging in the windows by the pound There are few things I never could believe... A woman when she weeps A merchant when he swears A thief who says he'll pay A lawyer when he cares A snake when he is sleeping A drunkard when he prays I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good Everything goes to hell, anyway... I only want to hear your purr and to hear ou moan There is another man who brings the money home I don't want dishes in the sink Please don't tell me what you feel of what you think There are few things I never could believe... |
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1 Feb 2004, 09:52 AM
Mesaj
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Musteriu Grup: Musterii Mesaje: 13 Inscris: 1 February 04 Forumist Nr.: 2.055 |
Misery Is The River Of The World - Tom Waits
Misery`s the river of the world Misery`s the river of the world The higher that the monkey can climb the more he shows his tail Call no man happy `til he dies There`s no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a church The devil builds a chapel Like the thistles that are growing `round the trunk of a tree All the good in the world You can put inside a thimble And you still have room for you and me If there`s one thing you can say About Mankind There`s nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again Misery`s the river of the world Misery`s the river of the world Misery`s the river of the world For want of a bird The sky was lost For want of a nail A shoe was lost For want of a life A knife was lost For want of a toy A child was lost Misery`s the river of the world Misery`s the river of the world Everybody row! Everybody row! Misery`s the river of the world Misery`s the river of the world Everybody row! Everybody row! Everybody row! |
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1 Feb 2004, 08:24 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Festival
by Howard Phillip Lovecraft, 1926 There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o'er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings unhallowed and old. There is death in the clouds, There is fear in the night, For the dead in their shrouds Hail the sun's turning flight. And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-altar fungous and white. To no gale of Earth's kind Sways the forest of oak, Where the thick boughs entwined By mad mistletoes choke, For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk. And mayst thou to such deeds Be an abbot and priest, Singing cannibal greeds At each devil-wrought feast, And to all the incredulous world shewing dimly the sign of the beast. -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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1 Feb 2004, 08:26 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
The Messenger
by Howard Phillip Lovecraft, 1929 The thing he said would come in the night at three From the old churchyard on the hill below; But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow, I tried to tell myself it could not be. Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry Devised by one who did not truly know The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago, That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free. He had not meant it - no - but still I lit Another lamp as starry Leo climbed Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed Three - and the firelight faded, bit by bit. Then at the door that cautious rattling came - And the mad truth devoured me like a flame! -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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1 Feb 2004, 08:34 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Time For Sleep
Kiss, kick, stick this razor blade in your veins drag hard and deep Look hard, look back, look at what you made Makes you cry, makes you die makes you want to weep The blood will fall the blood will shed all along this sweet sweet blade This pain is mine truly yours I know everyone adores But never again will I let them in let them love let them know Isn't time slow for you now that I’m no longer yours And everywhere you look it sits and stares, my eyes, the crow And time will slow time will stay time will stop Just for you to sit and weep like the nervy virgin way you do, creep This thing began like a cancer now I’m going to the top Of deaths list for now my time has come for an eternal sleep -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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4 Feb 2004, 04:15 PM
Mesaj
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Vornic Grup: EmailInvalid Mesaje: 428 Inscris: 12 September 03 Forumist Nr.: 759 |
Tot Bacovia...
Pastel Buciumă toamna Agonic - din fund - Trec păsărele, Şi tainic s-ascund. Ţîrîie ploaia... Nu-i nimeni pe drum; Pe-afară de stai Te-năbuşi de fum. Departe, pe cîmp, Cad corbii, domol; Şi răgete lungi Pornesc din ocol. Tălăngile, trist, Tot sună dogit... Şi tare-i tîrziu, Şi n-am mai murit... -------------------- |
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6 Feb 2004, 06:59 PM
Mesaj
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Vataf Grup: Membri Mesaje: 125 Inscris: 5 October 03 Forumist Nr.: 912 |
Negru – George Bacovia
Carbonizate flori, noian de negru... Sicrie negre, arse, de metal, Vestminte funerare de mangal, Negru profund, noian de negru... Vibrau scânteie de vis... noian de negru, Carbonizat, amorul fumega... Parfum de pene arse, si ploua... Negru, numai noian de negru... Acest topic a fost editat de Black_lady: 6 Feb 2004, 07:00 PM |
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8 Feb 2004, 09:09 PM
Mesaj
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Vornic Grup: EmailInvalid Mesaje: 428 Inscris: 12 September 03 Forumist Nr.: 759 |
Bacovia
Cuptor Sunt cîţiva morţi în oraş, iubito, Chiar pentru asta am venit să-ţi spun; Pe catafalc, de căldură-n oraş, - Încet, cadavrele se descompun. Ce vii se mişcă şi ei descompuşi, Cu lutul de căldură asudat; E miros de cadavre, iubito, Şi azi, chiar sînul tău e mai lăsat. Toarnă pe covoare parfume tari, Adu roze pe tine să le pun; Sunt cîţiva morţi în oraş, iubito, Şi-ncet, cadavrele se descompun... -------------------- |
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9 Feb 2004, 10:11 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Secrets
I keep so many secrets Locked away Deep with in my soul At times It feels Like they Will eat me Alive But still I fear To release them To those Who are my blood For what would They say When their world Was shattered By finding out the truth How can I talk to them About the Many things I have written here Over the years Even more so How can I tell them About the things I have not When I was little I always wanted To have a secret So I would be special But now that I have So many secrets I regret My want Of past Because it is eating me Alive All these little Secrets Screaming for Release At every turn I want to scream I want to shout I am…………… But once I think I have Found the strength It is gone Like the words That fall Silent on my lips As tears Of pain Stream down My face Why can’t I be strong Why can’t I just say I AM……. -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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25 Feb 2004, 03:07 AM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
in vechiul (prostul?) meu obicei, postez in loc de o poezie versurile unui cantec...
The Kiss Him: In my life that's been taken I can feel you burn... She lies on the ground 'til her soul's arised lost in vain, away... In her hand she holds her luck and a memory of feelings impress you Her: All memory are good since you revealed me the looking of my heart... For the lost have I complained since you left me all alone... But these memories are good if I think about you I can see them and I like them... Have I lost them in my life how I did you? Can I die? Him: Hear me my love, Remember me as I was, Time will come When we will meet again... I'm still with you, In your mind in your thoughts, We will meet again my real love... Her: remember all things we done and all the times we made love remember the night when we talked and you kissed me so we made love all night Him: In my life that's been taken away I feel your heart, I feel your breath, your touch and your kiss... In my life that's been taken away I feel my life, I can feel your breath your touch and kiss... Her: Oh, this love is so for real, come and touch me here my dear... I cannot be without you my dear, my way to you, forever... _____________________ lyrics by The Sins of Thy Beloved -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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26 Feb 2004, 05:59 PM
Mesaj
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Haiduc Grup: Musterii Mesaje: 61 Inscris: 30 September 03 Forumist Nr.: 881 |
Din pacate nu am poezia asta la mine, dar e asa de trista pentru mine uneori: "Omul negru" de Esenin. Acest topic a fost editat de Aschiutza: 26 Feb 2004, 06:01 PM |
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26 Feb 2004, 06:00 PM
Mesaj
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Haiduc Grup: Musterii Mesaje: 61 Inscris: 30 September 03 Forumist Nr.: 881 |
Din pacate nu am poezia asta la mine, dar e asa de trista pentru mine uneori: "Omul negru" de Esenin. |
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26 Feb 2004, 06:05 PM
Mesaj
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Don Juan Cronicar Grup: Membri Mesaje: 2.524 Inscris: 14 February 04 Din: Aproape în aproape Forumist Nr.: 2.225 |
In întuneric
-------------------- Stând acum în întuneric, In această spaimă cruntă; Incă sper în a mea soartă Si în dragostea ta mută. Stând acum în întuneric, Simt durerea, simt amarul. Si mai curge-o picătură Si se umple iar paharul. Stând acum în întuneric, Nimic nu mai are sens. Ură, teamă si iluzii, Mă străpung; îmbătrânesc. Stând acum în întuneric, Văd cum totii mă deplâng, I-as certa de-as fi în viată Dar nu pot, un târg e-un târg. Stând acum în întuneric, In lăcas de făr' de legi, Cer un cuget, o-mpăcare, Dar tu te întorci si negi. Stând acum în întuneric, Arde dragostea în tine. Mă atingi, eu te privesc Si m-alungă-a ta cruzime. Stând acum în întuneric, Privesc purul asfintit. Te privesc pe tine, dară Doar asa ne-a fost sortit. Stând acum în întuneric, Bate moartea-n a mea poartă. Nu-i deschid, nu sunt acasă. Dar ea intră, supărată. Stând acum în întuneric, M-a iubit, nu m-a iubit ... S-o ia naiba de femeie! Rămân doar un prăpădit. Stând acum în întuneric, Cu sarcasm, cu apatie ... Mă gândesc dacă tu, oare M-ai iubi acum pe mine. Stând acum în întuneric, Nu văd praf, nu văd nimic. Văd doar chipul tău sihastru Si cerul nemărginit. Stând acum în întuneric, Sunt un mort irezistibil. Tu m-ai transformat cu ură ... In copil indivizibil. Stând acum în întuneric, Sunt un cadavru palpabil. Vă salut, la revedere! Râde mortul maleabil. Stând acum în întuneric, Este frig, e întuneric ... Acest topic a fost editat de rebel: 26 Feb 2004, 07:51 PM -------------------- Dragostea, precum un râu, îşi va găsi un nou curs de fiecare dată când va întâlni în cale un obstacol.
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27 Feb 2004, 10:00 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
FREAK
Had no friend cause people thought I was so weak, all my classmates picked on cause I was a freak. I screamed all alone in the back of my mind, always wished just to be blind. All the people laughed at me cause I was so strange, all alone and just tried to feel the change. My life seem so damn lame, nothing felt like a game. I tried so hard just to be me, hated everyone that I could see. So I fought everything in the reality, never let it sliped when I think it is a opportunity. In my mind, I was a man, I faced everything that I can. Now I am on the block, I let my fear locked. But still people think I'm a freak for my life, but freakish became my pride. -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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1 Mar 2004, 02:15 PM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 526 Inscris: 16 December 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.521 |
eu am sa postez poezii de-ale mele ... vorba aceea nici un "negru" nu e mai negru decat al tau ... fie el shi in poezie
stare mi-e frig şi mi-e frică de viaţă nu ştiu de ce poate pentru că exist undeva cu mult mai departe unde se învaţă clipă de clipă arta de a fi trist “eram” vin câinii şi urlă la geam în noaptea expresiei mele când verbul coboară-n perdele şi tracii coboară din neam e lumea penumbrelor triste e timpul penumbrelor vii când harul coboară-n copii şi pagini se rup din reviste mai pot să mă joc cu expresii gonind pe articolul şchiop mai pot să rămân mizantrop în lumea cu nervi şi depresii şi câinii se duc de la geam şi urlă în bezna pustie şi urletul lor îmi dă mie părerea că sunt în ... “eram” ! Acest topic a fost editat de yuanescu: 1 Mar 2004, 04:26 PM |
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1 Mar 2004, 03:50 PM
Mesaj
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Dregator Grup: Membri Mesaje: 526 Inscris: 16 December 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.521 |
stare păcătoasă
eu nu ştiu rugăciuni să înalţ şi vremea blestemului vine apar cavernoase jivine cu ţestele albe de smalţ şi-i vremea blestemului…urlet când muşcă din mine nervos şi colţii-mi ajung păn’ la os şi colţii-mi ajung păn’ la suflet atâtea dihănii mai sunt că spaima în ghiare mă ţine că altele şi-altele mâine veni-vor aici pe Pământ eu nu ştiu rugăciuni să înalţ şi-aud zornăitul de lanţ ! Acest topic a fost editat de yuanescu: 1 Mar 2004, 04:24 PM |
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1 Mar 2004, 03:51 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
Ma vad nevoit sa repet un cuvant folosit de mine in "discutiile" noastre anterioare:
Hă? -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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1 Mar 2004, 05:02 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Shattered Like Glass
Life, once a bright flame, is now gone. The darkness has come again. This one's time is not yet, Let this one live, not die. The cries are wasted on deaf ears, The desperate pleas go unheard. Death never seems to hear, The job he holds. He holds it with total devotion and shall take with out remorse, Without caring what happens to those left behind. The silence so loud it drowns out the symphony, The dark comes in death's wake, The dark, and the silence. The symphony seems to die, Yet it plays its beauty, Is the music greatest at death? For what of life? Surely, the music is even greater then. But it plays unnoticed. So much life and glory, shattered like glass, All this seems to be at the single stroke of death. -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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1 Mar 2004, 05:03 PM
Mesaj
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
Autumn Fades
Autumn Fades in her eyes A door closes deep inside Memories slowly fall away She has nothing left to say Living in a dream world Where the pain isn't real She closes her eyes Afraid to feel Autumn fades to oblivion Winter falls and freezes the land Down a dead end she runs Take my hand Take my hand She dons her shield Against existence Living her addition On desperate subsistence Autumn fades one last time Her last chance to live Selfish she's rather die She's got so much to give Autumn fades to oblivion Winter falls and freezes the land Down a dead end she runs Take my hand Take my hand Autumn fades without her Winter took its toll Lost in her fantasy world Winter stole her soul Gone and sadly forgotten The cycle finally complete Just a poor girl Dying on the streets.. Autumn fades to oblivion Winter falls and freezes the land Down a dead end she runs Take my hand Take my hand -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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8 Mar 2004, 07:44 PM
Mesaj
#34
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Hypnotic Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.145 Inscris: 21 November 03 Forumist Nr.: 1.263 |
YOU FAKE...
Strip you make believe perfection Stop waiting for never coming salvation Cause in reality, life just sucks Stop begging, nobody gives a pity f**k. Your true face is haunted Your self-conscience is taunted You see your true self form But holding your fake that is torn. Let yourself feel what life feels let it go, put yourself on your knees F**k your fantasy! This is reality! Look at yourself, you're just a fake It's not you, it's not your fate What the f**k is with your gangster signs? Sorry but you look like you're just nine Look inside through your heart that is bleeding Reality... that's what you really are needing. You fake... -------------------- When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
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8 Mar 2004, 09:08 PM
Mesaj
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Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248 |
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-------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me... |
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