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Poezie

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Mi-ar fi placut sa cred ca eu
Nu fug la greu,
Dar asteptarea asta fara rost
Ma face doar din ce in ce mai prost.
Mi-ar fi placut sa cred ca tu
Te poti schimba, dar nu.
Mi-ai aratat ca asteptarea asta fara rost
M-aduce in pragul nebuniei, jos.

Nici sa promiti nu stii,
Nici eu sa te astept sa vii.
Nici sa nu strigi,
Si nici sa iert,
Si singurul pe care-l cert
E sufletul meu gol de dimineata.

Mai stii cumva vreo alta viata?

Una cu liniste si cu tacere,
Una care se-mparte in durere
‘Ncremenita-n fericire.
Da, stiu, eu doar vorbesc in nesimtire.

Nu ai venit tu cu tacerea,
Pe aia am adus-o eu.
Tu ai adus durerea
Ce si-a lasat urma si jegul in sufletul meu.

[poezie]

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parul mi-e perna
si viata mi-e somn.
eu n-am nici trena
si nici nu mi-e dor
de spume de mare
si aur, si zbor,
si spune-mi tu, oare
cand totul ma doare
mai stii ce gust are
ramura-n pom?

Is It Still Cheating If It’s Over?

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Dear Marcus,

Sorry to be so blunt and leave you at the party like that, but you have to understand that my life, my party, my rules. So, even if I still think highly of you (no, I don’t) and even if my mom likes you (no, she doesn’t), I have to tell you the bitter truth.

Our relationship was fun and carefree for a moment there, but it lasted way too many hours and it had way too much drama for it to be fun anymore.

You were always gone, be it in Egypt, or Denmark, or wherever, so I stopped caring in little while.

When you were at home, you did nothing, you fucking piece of slobby ass. You just paraded me like a horse in front of your 40-year old friends with wrecked marriages and bald spots to spare.

I guess I took our relationship for granted, because, since you were never home, you could never perturb my habits. But you did! You did, with your nosy character and your closed little mind, so you were always checking up on me and you were a constant pain in my ass, despite your long leave of absence.

So I stopped caring. Who cares? And because I stopped caring for you, I started caring for someone else.

Sometimes I wondered if it was ok from my part to be such a dick, but then again, the dick was you and you weren’t a particular good dick at all. So I continued my dick moves, because they made me feel better.

This whole situation, corroborated with your absence, made me feel young again. I was taking chances, and I was having fun, and I was in a happy place. Everything was new and thrilling and enticing, so why the heck would I stop?

Just because of your sorry ass? No thank you, my perfectly good ass requires attention and spunk from time to time. Both of which you were unwilling to provide.

So yeah. This is my letter. This is my confession. I started cheating on you, but is it still cheating if it’s over?

Because our relationship was over before it started, and my new relationship with the new and improved me has so much more to offer than your boring presence.

I left you, Marcus. I left you for me and believe me – it was all your fault.

Forever mine,
Jane

The First Lesson

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I forgot how good it is to step outside this world looking for new views and new feelings. Looking back at the old ones, this doesn’t seem like such a bad idea after all. Life’s here to make us miserable, it’s only up to us to kick it down and step on it.

This is that time of the year that comes with the reevaluating of the goods, the ascertaining (is that even a word?!) of the situation and the well-adjusted plan. This time, I won’t have any of that.

No plan of mine was a failure, but today I don’t need plans. I just need to find myself. And that’s the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. I’m guessing that this first lesson of mine is about redescovering myself.

Definitely, this year will be about making the most out of whatever the heck I have on my plate and transform it in a big dinner for 80. This year will be about me, trying to be the best at whatever, without the guilt, the trauma, the drama, the tears and the fights. This year will be whatever is that I missed for the last few years.

This is why I don’t want your presents. This is why I don’t want your presence.
This is why I want to move on from you, in any way possible. Cause you, my dear old self, are the worst thing that ever happened to me and I am pretty sure I don’t like you in my life.

My first lesson this year will be about moving. The next one will about learning. And maybe the next one will be a complete surprise, cause I have no idea what’s it that I am missing right now, but I am dying to find out.

Concluzii

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Ma bucur sa vad c-am discutat fara rost.
Sincer, nu stiu care din noi e mai prost
Si care mai crede vreo vorba din noi.
„Prosti” se numeste atunci cand e doi.
Discutii in sir si un sir de minciuni
Legate cu funde de promisiuni
Sunt multe la numar si fara zabava,
Dar cine mai crede in asta izbava?
Hai sa le spunem azi bun ramas,
Cu zambet pe fata si fericire in glas.
Caci cine mai crede doar in cuvinte
E clar ca in creier nu are minte.

My Boyfriend

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My boyfriend bought a ring for someone else.
He asked me once, but didn’t bring the bells.
Oh well, I guess we’ll never know.
My boyfriend married once this chick,
She was a horse, her thighs were thick,
But hey, at least she’s useful in the snow!
My boyfriend told me once that he’s in love with me,
And boy, these words made me so happy!
Unless I think of all the time I wasted
There was so much chocolate I could’ve tasted.

stories

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those stories we tell
until we bleed
from all of the smell
the sorrows beneath
are hiding inside
those bodies of mine
are nothing to fear
and nothing to hide
beside my own star.
oh, it is so far!
my legs are all worn,
my insides are torn
from all of those feelings
inside of the ceilings
that hide my true form
inside of the storm
that lives in your body.
oh, no, you’re not a nobody.
the cries and the deeps
inside of the steeps
make me forget
the day and the step.
but life’s just a dream,
my blood is a stream
of happy and joy,
of tool and of toy,
of smiling nobody
on top of my body.
my tongue likes to like your world whole.
you beautiful, arrogant, selfish asshole.