Wireclub members go crazy on poetry

decembrie 31, 2008 at 1:06 pm (Idei)

Am sovait ce-am sovait si pana la urma m-am hotarat sa va impartasesc si voua cam ce fel de persoane salasuiesc pe wireclub, ca tot am adus vorba :)

Iata produsul imaginatiei a mai multor membri talentati ai acestui wireclub (normal ca au cotizat aici in jur de vreo 40-50 de persoane, m-am bagat si eu in discutie pe acolo pe la sfarsit… totusi thread-ul e inca deschis si prospera :) ) ) 

    O sa va rog sa scuzati cine stie ce greseli de pronuntie, am dat doar copy paste ^_^

Btw: Disclaimer! I do not own all these lyrics. It’s not a crime to go copy-pasting and then explaining yourself. No hard feelings, okay? I even censored those.

 

 

This loneliness is making my life feel so empty

sometimes i wish i could just lay down and cry

sometimes i wish i would die

Every night seems darker and colder

everyday i grow older and older

with nothing but age to show for it

sit here and ponder on the better times i’ve had…

Thinking why life’ treating me so bad

And I think about driving off a cliff

Then my friends bring a little light to my life

to give me a little lift

But soon, the attempts fail,
and we all just…
fall.

Deeper and deeper
into the darkness of our minds

where all our troubles spiral and unwind

where the meaningless of life gnaws at the house of sanity

looking in the mirror only reveals vanity…

and the grim reaper Death lurks around the corner

Ready to strike and erase your fear

 

 

 

      

so i go to the fridge for an ice cold beer

and i wonder why i have beer cuz i’m on pills

Giving me these unworldly thrills

I pray for a doorway, a bright turn in the path.

Give me an option, a way to get back

Because, I am lost for no reason and ravaging disarray.
So, please direct me towards the morgue. I need a good place to rest.

 Though, resting, will not put me at ease,

It’s this endless struggle to search for meaning..

when was my smile last truly beaming?

when was i last not silently screaming

with the world the way it is how can i go on dreaming?

When Im only left with the scarred thoughts,
of dreams failing to turn into a perfect reality,
When reality, refused to become a dream

It’s time to give thanks for what I have – it would seem!

But more effort givin into apologies,
Everyone regrets something.

can’t we all stop the madness of this whole thing

Because stopping it,
would kill everything.

 

the demon sits on my shoulder whispering these harmful things…
where did the good angel go???

And do I really want it back?
Im tired of being oh so predictable.

Now you can see,
the truest of all my faces.
My masks are gone.

I’m living in spaces

Until aliens come from outer space

staring at us in the face

this whole human race

 

where the f*ck is my dad?

he is much more important, than I,
As everything, usually is.

say good bye and blow a kiss

until the humans no longer exists..

because aliens cause all this

It’s the end I may miss

And eternity will fail to come,
Waiting, just extends the time,
Its here when we least expect it

We’ll all fall into a black pit

the world,
oh how it swallows us whole

for it is us in our peace
for whom the bell tolls

somehow we manage with our misery.

but it all runs in the family

so true what we’ll become and what we will be

will we become all the things we see?

never’ shouts the hidden strength from somewhere within

why are we torured for this evil sin

The sin,oh the sin at which we begin

our mothers and fathers with pedigreed grins

to oust our belief of love being grand
and finding the humbleness right in our hands

But we always let it shatter,
We cant keep anything as a whole.

 

the lies we keep telling…
when will the truth be told

When will you let go…
Because, I have waited patiently in Satan’s room….

The firey room,
Yet, Im freezing cold

the loneliness within my mind
my thoughts, my actions, there is no rewind

I cant unravel,
Im longing to be something else

Low with feet on bottom shelf

Patience is thinning.
Dont look away.

 

open your eyes and fly away

Fly high to realize a new day
A new horizon full of opportunity

Opportunities that will fail,
My faith in myself,
is fading.

 

Fading to nothing,
fading to darkness,
to an emptiness i can’t cope with

As if I’ve created a new disease,

I’ve found it in myself,
I cannot name it,
So it is still unknown,
But its spreading.

Its spreading through cities and ocean front hills,
its knocking on doors for the healthy and ill
“bring out you’re dead” the wind whistles aloud
but the wandering whistle is less than profound
when you come to that moment when a shiver is felt
and you realize that living is loving yourself.

 

But when you’ve grown to hate,
Everything about yourself,
Its a little closer to impossible,
So I’m trying,
I will fight this.

i WILL fight this!!!

I will fight this and live in bliss
No matter what anyone tells me I know this!
Feeling, cool, clean, calm and crisp
Until my mind ultimately freezes
And hypothermia and other such diseases
Creep through my body till my nonreligious mind cries for Jesus
And nothing answers creating the emotion of pissed
The realization counting on anyone but myself is ridiculous
For myself alone can do anything that I wish!

So f*ck the rest I don’t need to strive to be the best
I am who I am and will love myself till the end of my sesh
The creation and damnation of this life conquest
But I will live every single breath

because giving up isn’t easy,
it’s only more of a challenge,
when the hate becomes love for the hate,
our self-love finds it’s revenge

Within the gauge of times plague
Tarry with vigour
Without walls or second rate
Muse or mystic figure

However, it sounds immature..

But, its the love that makes the difference

And the past can be a reference..

the future that has to come…

we all have to wait for someone

That will lie, cheat and kill…

 

Heavy to carry and easy to unload.. The cement block is your best hope…

Let’s murder love,
Erase it from this reality

but maybe its just a possibility

and may turn out to be infinity..

it just goes on and on

we’ll never know where we belong

in our hearts and minds we know the truth
love is the greatest gift this world can offer
causes hearts to break and dreams to shatter
but finds you again in the dark of night

where the place and the timing is just right..

 

until you relent
And fall back from this phase
Finding that love is a menacing maze
A four letter word you use to abuse
Using it loosely to control and confuse
You know with your heart,mind,body and soul
That loving someone just means
letting go

 

this is why I drink, someone buy me a hoe

and then, you should get low..

No place to go,
No where to hide,
We all yearn for these feelings to subside.

so raise your glasses
and shake your A*ses
Its F*uckin* thanksgiving
Celebrate by the masses

Celebrate the inequities of the stupidity.

Celebrate the w*hore that dressed to be blessed.
She only seeks the queen’s attention…

So, she cut her wrist and bled to death…

the boots of leather gave off the sent of pleasure

The pleasure that smelt of death
This is are last breath
And beneath the thousand pound fist we rise
sending ash into the air
We are the dead to the undead
and when the blood flys like rose peddals
We
remove all sin
…Removing all skin

 I win win win

 

 

but from where does it begin?

seems like a century ago
weve been combining our efforts
racking our brains
to put down something clever

With all of this wisdom
That I digest
The experiment follies
and i digress

So I propose a new plan
And stop following this thread
As I pull out my scissors
My input is dead

 

 

She calls out to the man on the street,
He can see she s been crying,
She s got blisters on the soles of her feet,
She can t walk but she s trying.

As I put forth my effort
To pull away, I do try
I can’t leave such a thing
I’m afraid this will run dry
So here I shall stay
And watch over you
Make this poem last
ummmmm…achooo?

 

But the aliens starts to invade the earth

and put a log on the hearth

And at last i will tremble
with sorrow in word
and neglect what i dismembered
and deem it absurd.

 

So humble am I
I wont say any words
To deem said above
any thing but absurd

 

nothing is absurd about alien invasion
better prepare, you humans
as aliens will achieve complete domination!

Hey, I wouldn’t mind
being probed by a green man
It could be an experience
like a visit to japan

Or maybe a restaurant
I cannot afford
Oh no,just forget it
Time’s up,cut the cord.

well here it all ends
the epic unfolded
our combined efforts
you better behold it

 

 

 

wait,don’t stop this
I have more to add
And I hope that babexxx won’t be too mad
but i found this thing fun,trying and pure
to just walk away from these beautiful words
I made some new friends by doing this poem
and suffice it to say I’m glad I now know them

 

how very kind of you dear
to utter these things
your right, and it’s true
our efforts have meanings

Shall we continue?
as I hold out my hand
we’ll continue this journy
untill we get banned (:

Palms start sweating and pupils dilate.
I passionately slap you across the face.

Let’s sit here and rest.. Share a syringe and caress..

oh, madcapo
say it isn’t true
If I wanted aids badly
I’d just have s*x with you

But I’m not that crazy
and your no so lucky
because personally…
I find you a bit yucky

hahahahha now this is just getting funny

oh you think so matty?
was that your line?
a sentence? thats all?
it doesn’t even ryhme

you just wait
assuming my facts
people will protest
and I’ll say ‘kiss my as*’

A presumption is the cause of your destruction…
You quarrel with useless meaningless things…
Aids I have not! / Hate I have a lot…
Nothing more reserved I have for babe_xxx…. In all kindness I seek to avenge my name….

I have sent my ninja squad in hunt for medusa…

your words leave me stunned
as if then needed to be deciphered
watch out medusa, watch out!
this guys gonna have you snipered

Whats with the violence?
Theres no war to be sharing
capo and babe?
aren’t friends meant for caring?
I know that was cheap and I should be ashamed
but why blame the blamers when blaming is blamed?

I sigh in relief
I sigh in dismay
I sigh, oh I sigh
should I be the one blamed?

 

I told you last Monday ….your naughty but nice,
Give up the videos and put things on ice,
And remember this deeply …and place clear in your head.
Wipe up the the cake crumbs and get off to bed.

 

why do you insist
on sending me away?
I enjoy my time here
And have something to say

I may still be young
but I use up grey matter
I don’t mean to boast
but I provide you with laughter

These melancholic feelings follow me into the night

I need someone to hold me, for I easily fright

Quick hold me now as day turns to night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thats what I just said…
Can you not read?
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
sarcasm’s what I bleed

but sometimes, mystery is what we need..
aliens are growing like weed
wonder what did they feed

 

What is a need?
And what is a want?
Do we want what we need?
Or do we need what we want?

we dream of all these crazy things
but none of them come true
we make wishes on stars
what are we supposed to do?

Should we abide
by some kind of law
or go without meaning
open and flawed

what we do & what we feel
the whole world turns, seems so reel,
stuck in with the same routine all day long
the very same day ,and night.. all along!!

 

 

And as she trys to break the silence,
I remember the vision from my dreams.
Forget, dear child, don’t dare believe,
For nothing’s really what it seems.

 

I’ve patiently read this whole thing out loud,

A tutti-frutti pie baked by this outstanding crowd,

And my voice is slowly fading away,

Words in my mind still sounding okay..

But wondering how far, to what extent

Will this poem really come to an end?

 

  Mai sa fie, deja seamana cu o piesa de teatru.   Astept o continuare :)

 

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Macinat de creier la lumina becului

decembrie 25, 2008 at 7:03 pm (Uncategorized)

Anul asta nici nu se simte ca au venit sarbatorile. N-avem zapada, n-avem cine stie ce musafiri… ma uit pe geam si ma intreb daca sarbatoarea asta a existat vreodata.

     Azi m-am ingrozit de frigul de afara. Am iesit cu Adriana la aer curat pentru ca nu mai suportam sa stau intre patru pereti.  O pustietate de nedescris pe strada.. daca as fi strigat, s-ar fi auzit ecoul cum ar fi replicat ironic inapoi.

    In parc, cateva mogaldete friguroase imbracate in paltoane si fasuri groase faceau poze la ratele de pe lacul I.O.R.  La difuzor se auzea Fuego, iar mai incolo de baltoacele inghetate de la picioarele mele se zareau vreo 7, 8 baraci cu diferite chestii de vanzare, dintre care 6 sau 7 inchise. Cum aveam eu pofta de ceva dulce, mi-am luat o vata de zahar care mai avea putin si cadea de pe bat, cu degetele amortite de la frig, cu chitara care atarna de umar mai grea ca niciodata. Ne-am oprit pe o banca si am mai inghetat in jur de 5 minute, dupa care, ne-am indreptat resemnate spre iesirea din parc.

       Desi am vrut sa ne dam in leagane ca niste copii de 5 ani (e foarte interactiv, nu radeti), am observat ca BGS-ii lucrau in ziua de Craciun. Am zis…”poor men” si am hotarat sa nu le dam de lucru astazi.

      In drumul spre casa, am intalnit o mica florarie deschisa, de unde mi-am cumparat o legatura de vasc ,(ce trist nu? sa iti cumperi singur vasc) sa o atarn cine stie pe unde mai gasesc loc prin casa.

      Dupa ce a plecat Adriana, am decis sa ma pun in pat si sa ma uit pe Mezzo sa adorm mai repede si bineinteles, la fel ca intotdeauna, pianul ala m-a aruncat intr-o melancolie subita, pe care nici nu stiam de la ce capat sa o iau.  Ma tot gandeam la muzicienii astia pe care lumea ii numeste genii, dar care sunt oameni ca si noi.  Si incepeam sa emit teorii ca o banda stricata.  Probabil ii numim genii pentru ca nu vrem sa realizam superioritatea lor ca oameni intre oameni. Mai degraba puterea noastra de a face un efort, la fel ca si ei. Nu vrem sa realizam ca facem mult prea putin din cate am putea.

Nu cred in geniu, cred doar in efort.

         Am dormit relaxata dupa ce am inchis televizorul. Nu cred ca multi dintre voi stiau ca ascult muzica clasica.

        Acum vad putin albastru in fata ochilor din cauza alarmei care a sunat atat de brusc incat aproape am cazut din pat .(am auzit ca alarmele astea care incep brusc iti dauneaza activitatii cerebrale si ca “mai bine o pui pe maica-ta sa te trezeasca”)

        Sunt curioasa cum a fost Craciunul vostru..

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Special Christmas Poll

decembrie 22, 2008 at 3:20 pm (Uncategorized)

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Looong time no see..

decembrie 22, 2008 at 2:39 pm (Uncategorized)

Well, sa spunem ca am fost prea “prinsa” in diverse activitati, pentru a ma mai ocupa si de acest blog sarman si uitat intr-un colt. Dar imi tin cuvantul si nu il abandonez, pentru ca sunt deja prea multe bloguri si site-uri lasate in plata Domnului de admini aiuriti… [sper ca a inteles aluzia cine se stie cu musca pe caciula... si daca nu intelege, poate sa se scalde in ignoranta in continuare]

         Soarta a facut ca eu sa imi amintesc de acest blog un an mai tarziu, tot in apropierea sarbatorilor de Craciun, ceea ce e o coincidenta al naibii de trasa de par… pentru ca ma gandeam azi dimineata sa postez (ca intotdeauna)  lamentari cu privire la febra cumparaturilor, concertelor, mancarii si aranjamentelor speciale de Craciun, dar parca nu ma tragea inima sa scriu totul in engleza pe wireclub. Ce sa stie strainii astia?

      Ce, parca la ei e traditie sa se blocheze drumurile spre provincii de Ignat… parca ei stiu care e farmecul sa pleci la bunici la sacrificat purcei si sa asculti toata ziua guitaturile disperate ale porcilor pe moarte pe o raza de 2 kilometri…  Parca stiu ei cum e sa ti se faca poza sau filmulet calare pe porcul proaspat ucis cu sange rece (fara permisiunea ta), apoi sa fii amenintat cu postarea pe youtube   (daca nu esti cuminte anul asta, vei muri in flacarile rusinii cibernetice!)… parca au fost ei vreodata fascinati de modul in care un porc de 150 de kile este parlit, frecat cu malai, apoi ciopartit, devenind treptat sunca si carnati.

           Trei cuvinte. Intoarcerea la origini. In tendinta de a ne americaniza, sau britishniza, uitam de unde am plecat (defapt, unde am ramas pe loc, dar nu ne dam seama), uitam ca nu suntem decat niste oameni cu pretentii care nu stiu exact ce isi doresc, chiar daca pretind ca au idealuri…uitam ca tot romanul va fi taran la radacina, indiferent ce haine poarta si mai uitam un singur lucru, si cel mai important: uitam ca suntem romani. Importam obiceiuri si sarbatori care nu ne apartin, dar avem curajul sa spunem de 1 decembrie ca suntem intr-adevar romani si bocim ca la Din Dragoste cand auzim imnul Romaniei, care ne misca pana la lacrimi prin emisiuni… Uitam ca Valentine’s Day poate fi sarbatorit de Dragobete, ca Halloweenul il poti face de Sf. Andrei..

       Din moment ce nu te cunosti pe tine insuti, daca nu vrei sa iti recunosti originile, nu vei reusi niciodata sa treci la urmatorul nivel.

      Realitatea nu ii provoaca sila omului intelectual, fie el roman. El o recunoaste si o accepta, oricare ar fi ea, apoi incearca sa o schimbe prin forte proprii.

       Sa nu va asteptati sa gasiti aceeasi atmosfera de Craciun in alte tari. Pentru ca suntem unici in felul nostru. Chiar daca ne punem unghia in gat cand vedem preturile dublate sau cozile interminabile de la hipermarketuri, ne apuca greata cand vedem brazii stafiditi si pitici din obor de cateva sute de mii de lei, chiar daca injuram ca la usa cortului cand e traficul imposibil prin centru, chiar daca salariul e prea mic pentru a mai putea cumpara si niste cadouri decente, chiar daca locuim singuri si nu avem pe nimeni cu care sa impartasim bucuria sarbatorilor.  Pentru cei care au trait in puf si care nu au cunoscut ce inseamna efortul de a munci 12 ore, 6 zile pe saptamana, pentru cei care s-au trezit in fiecare dimineata cu mancarea servita la pat, pentru cei care o tin din distractie in distractie si din club in club, pentru cei carora tatii sau mamele le daruiesc in fiecare an cate o masina, pentru acestia, Romania e Iadul pe pamant. Pentru noi e realitate, dar cunoscand si partea rea a acestei realitati, le suntem oarecum superiori in cunoastere.

        Ca in fiecare an, ne vom bucura mai mult sau mai putin de Craciun si de Revelion si ne vom aminti ca tara noastra mai merita o sansa, fie ea si de cacat.

        Mai cate un Mos Craciun atarnat de balcoane, mai cu o instalatie de iti ia ochii, sau petarde la tot pasul, de parca ai calca pe mine cu explozie instantanee ( se spune ca acum s-au interzis, dar voi ce ziceti? Ii credeti pe cuvant?), mai cu o manea rasuflata de la vecinul de deasupra… va urez tuturor un Craciun cat mai distractiv, alaturi de cei iubiti.  (Vedem noi cine si ce se mai organizeaza acus’ :) )

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