Anotimpuri

Alegi cuvinte si culegi minuni,
Din tot ce ai, nimic n-aduni.
Si orice vant si-orice seara
Te-aduce jos si te doboara.

Cat iarna e si frigul te cuprinde,
Nimic n-ai vrea, nimic nu te surprinde.
Astepti la gura sobei iar caldura,
Sa nu incurci iar dragostea cu ura.

Ca vrei sa vina primavara, vara,
Sa fie cald, lumina, pana seara,
Nu-i un secret si nici macar minciuna,
E tot ce vrei si o luam de buna.

Te moleseste si te-mbata dintrodata,
Caldura, zapuseala toata,
Dar tu nu pregeti si nu te clintesti,
Tu tot pe baricade calde esti.

Dar iti aduci aminte iara
Ca dupa ziua vine seara
Si dupa primavara, vara,
E toamna iar si ploua afara.

Si dupa ploaie, dupa noapte uda,
Dupa ce vantul taie-n carnea cruda,
Stii sigur ca iar vine iarna,
Cu frig si fulgi usor sa-i cearna.

Asa rapid iti macini gandul,
Cand ai putea sa te feresti de vantul
Ce taie in avantul tau de primavara
Mult prea devreme in aceasta seara.

Dezamagit ramai, fara ca timpul sa mai treaca,
Fara sa razi si tu macar oleaca
Cu bucurie intr-o zi mai calduroasa,
Iar inima-ti ramane friguroasa.

Cu mult nainte sa se termine cu frigul,
Ai ros mult prea devreme gaura si nu covrigul.
Caci toata lumea se incanta-n primavara,
Tu stai si bombanesti sub plapuma seara de seara.

This World

This world is gonna break your heart,
There’s nothing you can do to stop or start
The fiery machine inside your heart
When everything just falls apart.
This world is gonna kick you down
And throw you up and let you drown.
Your strange smile of a clown
Won’t get you far outside this town.
This world is gonna get you sick,
And feed you fire, earth and brick,
The end is near and time is quick,
My tale is lie, my story trick.

Help

helpHelp.
This word sounds somewhat familiar, but also a little bit too out of this world for me. I was never good at asking for help, nor was I great at offering it.
I am a weird human being, a combination of compassion and awkwardness, a combination of indiference and anger, a combination of love and regret, a combination of emotions and reactions that are not necessarily the right one for the respective emotion, so all in all, I am neither good or bad. At helping, at least.
I am something in between, lukewarm and fuzzy, fluffy-wuffy with a hard rock bottom, and I can neither send you hope, or shoot you down completely.
I am without aim, but also without revenge. I am completely clueless, but I still know that I want something. Please, help me find me!

The Right Answer

Nights pass the same as they did until now, only time seems generous. I have enough time to go to the gym and walk the dog (soon to be dogs) and also shop and cook healthy stuff (I am looking at you, spinach!), but somehow my life has found itself stuck in a moment.
If I were to ask myself what that moment was, I couldn’t find the right answer, so I just keep abusing my seconds and minutes in hope to find it, but I never do…

Better Angels

Better angels battle starvation of the heart.
I battle angles blank and dirty snow,
Which I’m unsure how to plow.
Better angels battle driven needs from us.
I stop and stare and erase the thought of happiness
Like it would be an illness.
Better angels battle nothings in my mind.
I raise my arms and battle better angels,
I rip their hearts and dust their heavens.

Better

Words don’t come easy. I know it’s just a song, but it is also the state I’m in.
I wish I could be better.
I wish I could do better.
I wish for things I don’t know how to wish for.
I wish for experiences and feelings and for a louder world.
I’m not sure how to ask for those things, so I keep quiet in my head and close my eyes.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.