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A reminder....There are many theories which imply various answers about extraterrestrial life.But so, everybody believes them or not.There is a possibility that we may never find the truth, but that won't affect us so much because we will just go further with questioning everything until the best answer is provided to us so that we will all agree on it.But that may never happen...Why?It is because there will never be a common agreement for the whole humanity....There will always be that one dude which will not believe it, and never will, and he will continue to search for his ideal answer.Even so, can that one dude count in the great evolving and questioning humanity?No, nobody considers him, they just laugh at him "oh, let that little dude do as he likes...he's alone anyway, he can't do anything"...But what if that dude's right?Then will the rest of humanity accept the one and only truth, his truth?Most likely not, because that means the dude discarded all humanity's beliefs, and that is equal with
Untitled pain.Walking down the streets,
The lights are broken bits,
You walk alone in shame,
You have a heart in pain.
Many people pass you by,
Pretend not to see you cry,
Only few do stop and say:
"Did you have a real tough day?"
You continue down your path,
Walking down the street with rats,
You smile only to the few,
But yet a smile full of gloom.
There are millions and yet to grow,
Victims of this so unknown,
Ilness, that spreads like a plague,
"Depression" it is its name.
You still hope, maybe one day,
An angel will stop in your way,
And will hug you tightly saying,
"I am sorry for not caring
Until now, God tested you,
To see if you can bear this gloom,
But now, he sent me to your aid,
To redeem a heart that now is stained."
Un altfel de luceafar: partea a 2-aLa miez de noapte, ape limpezi,
Murmură domol la vale,
Treacă cine-o poate-n vise,
Tulbură apele tale...
Doar la margine de mare,
Amintiri de ani, epave,
Printre stânci stau în uitare,
Cineva-ţi tulbură toate...
Că e muritor sau demon,
Că e înger sau fantasmă,
Toate-n lumea ta de somn,
Sunt mii de ochi ce te veghează.
Şi movile de pământ,
Se ridică-n orizont,
Toate-n lumea ta se strâng,
Tot ce-i sentiment de om.
Ferice fii de viaţa ta,
Şi nu căta o alta,
O altă viaţă nu ţi-ar da,
Of, fericirea asta!
Şi-n cer şi în pământ e lege,
Şi-n lege-i sfântul glas,
Ce-a poruncit să se dezlege,
Ziua de ieri şi azi.
Cu tainele-ţi încerci gândirea,
O sete de-a cunoaşte,
Cu noaptea tu-ţi adaugi ziua,
Un mâine a se naşte.
Şi se mai nasc şi alte mii,
De clipe, viaţă scurt
Wake up!Don't go where the stars enlighten,
The galaxy, the space, the matter,
For us, specks of dust, a glimpse,
Of life, and then the utter end of bliss.
But why does life needs to be gloom,
Why people must do war?
I may be just another fool,
To ask questions so far...
Y'all keep your mouths shut,
If you have nothing to say,
Don't spout nonsense you won't back up,
Just for some petty fame...
Everyone, they hope tomorrow,
Will be a better day...
How can you hope for this with sorrow?
When you do nothing and when you just say...
Everyone wants peace and freedom,
But everybody's doing nothing,
You want an easy path?Your reason,
Is that you wait for something?
Y'all keep your mouths shut,
If you have nothing to say,
Don't spout nonsense you won't back up,
Just for some petty fame...
Waiting for revolution?Until then you pray?
Cowards should say nothing, you go now and stay,
In shadows, in fear...Let the demons consume you,
You have no courage and no pride..you want nothing to do...
Y'all keep yo
Un altfel de luceafar"Acolo sus, pe bolta nopţii,
Se-arată o perdea de stele,
Acolo sus, şi noi vom fi,
Ca sfinţii printre ele."
Şi de în lacrimi ofileşti,
De jalea ce ţi-o poartă,
Un tânăr prinţ ce din poveşti,
El s-a desprins îndată,
Atunci nu-i căuta privirea,
Şi lasă-i a lui soartă,
Să-l poarte-n lume veşnicia,
Şi tragica lui viaţă.
Umbra lui se-ntinde-n cer,
Din cer 'napoi în lume,
Şi ochii lui sunt din mister,
Pupile de tăciune.
În cosmos s-a născut demult,
Şi-n cosmos se va-ntoarce,
Căci el pe bolta nopţii sus,
Luceafăr se preface.
"Inundă mările-n lumină,
Şi codrii-n întuneric,
O, stea nemuritoare, vină!
Şi dă-mi ceea ce merit!"
Zise el, şamanul om,
Ce jinduia putere,
Şi pe vârful lumii tron,
Să-i fie a lui şedere.
Dar el, luceafărul, n-ascultă,
Nu mai asc
Basm romanescEra odată ca niciodată,
Când Dumnezeu făcu lumea toată,
Din cuvântul său s-au desprins mări,
Şi munti semeţi şi mii de ţări,
Dar toate-n lume erau goale,
În lung şi-n lat, pe-uscat şi-n mare,
Aşa că Dumnezeu făcut-a,
Un cer şi mii de animale.
Dar şi cerul era gol,
Şi l-a presărat cu sori,
Cu stele şi scânteie vii,
Ce veşnic stau a străluci.
Din toate fiinţele create,
Omul le-a-ntrecut pe toate,
Şi s-a pus în fruntea lumii,
Ocupând ţări, teritorii.
Dar numai o ţară era încă,
Goală şi făr' de stăpân,
Căci ea era vie şi sfântă,
Neatinsă de "păgâni".
Şi ţara ceea nu primea,
Pe nimeni care o trecea,
Aşa că Dumnezeu gândit-a,
"Nu-ţi place omul, munca mea?
Fie-atunci, precum ţi-e voia...
Dar nu uita, c
Si de basmul ar fi sa moara...Adânc dormeau, adânc...sub valuri.
Printre stânci şi-epave vechi,
Stele de argint şi aur,
În reflexia mǎrii reci..
Nimic nu dǎinuie in foc,
Doar cenuşa fǎrǎ formǎ,
Cǎruia timpu-i stǎ pe loc...
Cǎci se pierde, fǎrǎ urmǎ.
Muntii îmbrǎcaţi în codrii,
Cerul presǎrat cu stele,
Toate-s gata-n faţa sorţii,
Sǎ se nascǎ zei din ele.
Pe o frunzǎ stacojie,
În noaptea cu lunǎ plinǎ,
El se naşte din luminǎ,
Din cenuşa veşnicǎ,
El renaşte în surdinǎ,
Lumea largǎ lumineazǎ,
Sub clar de lunǎ, viseazǎ.
Din albastrul mǎrilor,
Şi adâncul vǎilor,
Coralul cel mai frumos,
Naşte zeu mǎrinomos,
Toţi oamenii ii invidiazǎ,
Pe cei ce ştiu a da viaţǎ,
La vorbe meşteşugite,
Slove de foc, fǎurite,
Thoughts part 2.11.Someone said once : "I need a piano, to cry...".Some people cannot cry, and so they will use different means like playing an instrument, painting or writing, to express what they feel...Those people are all the musicians, writers, and artists in this world.
12.Sometimes, every common man wants to be rich and famous...Sometimes, every rich and famous man wants to be common...If you are not happy with what you have, then you will never be happy even when you will have everything you ever wished for.In order to gain something, you must loose something.
13.Live like tomorrow is the last day of your life?Then you will die today...Live like today is the last day of your life?Then you will live to see tomorrow...
14.All the sorrow in your life is like a shadow.It will always follow you, even when the light covers you...It is part of what you are.
15.Every footstep you may take, remember: the footprints will remain forever...
16.Every man in this world can be like a star in the night sky...
Thoughts part 1.1.As there is sky and earth, there is also the you of today and you of tomorrow...
2.Do not falter when you face yourself, because after all you are your greatest enemy.
3.Evil does not exist, good does not exist, but different beliefs do exist.
4.When you are depressed, the greatest remedy is not to remember happy memories, but to remember that you have faced worst situations than now.
5.For us to be better persons, to understand life more deeply, we must endure and get over any hardships life prepared for us.
6.Sometimes, being a coward means saving your life, but loosing something more precious than that...
7.The most capable man is the one who admits he's the weakest and he still keeps moving forward no matter the consequences..
8.The lie is the beginning of truth.
9.If you always look back in the past and compare it with the present, then you are not prepared for the future.If you look forward on the future, and worry to much, then you are not prepared for the present.
Sticks and StonesThere was a boy, not unlike me,
Who had depression, and OCD.
He went to school, and every day,
Had dreams of fun and games to play.
But every day, and every week,
Kids would laugh, and call him weak.
They beat him up and called him names,
And laughed as if it were a game.
At last the day came to an end,
But he still didn't have a single friend.
He was alone, afraid and scared,
Left thinking that nobody cared,
That no one loved or wanted him,
That in the game of life, he could never win.
So he grabbed a knife, and with the blade,
A small yet painful cut was made.
And yet still they joked and teased,
And laughed about the way he wheezed,
They thought his heart was just a toy,
And they forgot he was a boy.
He had become a mere joke,
And started to run out of hope,
He saw his life as a closed door,
So he took his blade and sliced once more.
And even then they carried on,
And said that they wished he were gone,
He was left with nothing, and even less,
His whole life was just a mess,
So he g
Painted FakePainted Fake
She's a painted fake,
but nobody knows it.
She puts on a show;
nothing more than a skit.
She hides behind
a smiling veil,
not letting anyone see
that she is quite frail.
Words of others
burn deep in her mind
and cause her to play
a part that won't shine.
She picks her role
and plays it well.
People think she's fine,
but that's only a spell.
Rarely letting anyone in,
keeping hidden her heart,
no one knows
that she's falling apart.
And she won't tell
a single soul
of the pain she feels
that's turned her cold.
For she's a painted fake
and no one can see
that this painted fake
is really just me.
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
I Can Write.I could write a sad poem
And try to explain
How my head is a nightmare
That won't go away
I could leave them all speechless
With how I've been hurt
But that's a poor use
A poor excuse for my words
I could write something angry
And give it a twist
Talk about the emotions
That I'll never miss
Explain how I'm sick
Of feeling this way
But how can I,
On such a beautiful day?
I could write something happy
About music and trees
Sing something pretty
For the birds and the bees
See, I'm so gosh danged tired
I could use all that cheer
But it'll have to wait
Because you're not here.
I could write a love poem
About you and I
How we rose and fell
In our attempts to fly
I could scream to you
Let's not, though we should.
But I don't think
That'd do any good.
Oh how she tries
to be perfect
once in a while.
She wants to be
cared for and good enough
for those who see
that she really
isn't all that tough.
So she strives for
perfection and beauty,
but her hope is no more
and she can't help but feel
like the world is her enemy.
Perfection is far
from her reach.
Falling under the bar
is where her beauty lands
after try each.
Bleeding RosesBleeding Roses
My life line is like a huge flash,
A flash passing me by,
I am one who is poor with barely any cash,
I always give a fake smile to my friends after a lie.
Day after day,
I always act as if everything's okay,
Everything is not okay,
Why do I always feel hate and hated?
Do I have to bleed to satisfy everyone?
Do I have to cry for others to be happy?
One suffers everytime I want fun,
People always seem to decieve right under me.
I see all kinds of beauty,
I have much compassion,
My heart is the one thing no one sees,
I never want to follow the slavery fashion.
Is this my life?
A rose that bleeds?
People around me sliver their skin,
All the while I bleed with them.
Does my enemies love roses?
Does my friends love roses too?
I am blind to whom is my friend,
And whom is my enemy......
I suffer day in and day out,
No one seems to understand,
How much I have to carry on my shoulders,
I am just another grain tossed in sand.
My family is b
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
Danca da VidaA vida é algo tão grande
que quase se torna insignificante com a notícia que te dei
Um pouco da tua vida dentro de mim
amando um pouco da minha
E tornando-se a única razão de viver
de duas vidas vazias e significativas apenas para ambos
Porque antes dele, eras tu por quem respirava o dia todo
E agora partilho o ar com ele
O espaço e os banhos
Mais do que contigo
mas nao precisas de ter ciúmes porque continua lá o pedacinho de ti
ele é o pedacinho de ti
dentro de mim
amando o pedacinho de mim que doei para fortalecer a insignificância das nossas vidas
Que desvanecem à medida que o tempo passa
E daqui a 9 trinta dias
iremos viver apenas por ele
E a pergunta surge
Vale a pena doar as nossas vidas a algo tão pequeno?
Perguntamo-nos constantemente sobre o sentido da vida daqui em diante
Será que quando souber respirar irá respirar por nós?
Será que quando quiser o seu espaço ir
Behind a happy smileBehind a happy smile, there lies a sad shadow,
And I'll run 1000 miles, just to find that you're not sorrow,
Your light and my darkness, shall fuse in something better,
And you know what I've promised, we will live like gods forever,
And the wind will tell, our great tragic and sad tale,
Behind a happy smile, there is a heart for sale....
Behind a shiny life, there lies a sad past,
You were a loner, you were always the last,
In everything and anywhere, there is no god,
If he existed, then you wouldn't scream so loud,
In an empty room, nobody hears your call,
A desperate soul tries to find a pall.
But this is your life, with good and with bad,
Sometimes you're happy and sometimes you're sad,
It's a balance in life, that makes us remember,
That one day, we will die, we will tremble,
We will strive, to not accept our end,
But you'll accept if you have near a friend...
Everybody needs an angel sometimes,
Need a safe haven, personal paradise,
Where we can rest our mind and soul,
That are ti
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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