Cand poate totul pare a fi i p rea mult .. E mm... W ell .. When everything just seems to be too much. I heard stories “You struggle, you struggle, and you fall again! Why bothering? Why try in vain? You see.. You cannot do it by yourself, You`re an antique, and you`ll be on my shelf! I tried to tell you, all this time.. No matter what you`ll do, you`ll still be mine!” He kept on going, trying to deceive, Trying to steal me, for he`s peeved.. … I cannot do it.. Not anymore.. I am so sad.. So tired of this war.. But do not let me, I now beg, Please God, have mercy, cleanse my head! … As storm ravages the sea, The ship`s in harm`s way.. A terrifying place to be! It cannot stay, nor could turn back It has to face that awful wrack.. So, only hope is left, that maybe, someday.. I will see the sun again, so.. Pray.. The pounding wind - swallowing water.. The shout of thunder foretelling slaughter The...
A mixture of poems and short texts that help me share part of myself to the world. Some are in my native language while some are in english.