Disappointment...

It really sucks to be disappointed right?
Is like in a country where rains all day long, everyday.....to can explain it... you know?
it's a feeling composed of many others
other bad feelings
the worst is when the least person you expect to disappoint you....finally it does it
and that person is yourself....
the only person that can disappoint you the worst...
another bad thing is that the past remains the same...nobody can change it
the only thing we can change is the future...
so we should try to give us the best of it...
just an advice...

My inspiration....

Gosh....I don't know why...or I'm not sure of the answer but I'm really sorry 'cause I can't write all the time or more. It happens that I can write only if something bad or something not too god too me is happening to me. Or only when I'm nervous or something like that..... I just have inspiration only then...I saw that I have wrote a long time ago (last year) many things/poems...even if they're not quite good and I even started more than those, but I didn't have any idea how to continue or finish them. This sucks...'cause I really like the moments when I write....are just...I know that sounds funny.....but are like magic to me.....because I'm escaping from this world for a few/some moments...and from these moments, results something precious for me, even if it means nothing or some "nothing" to others. I remember I started writing "poems"...('cause I'm not sure if they can be called this way) in my last year of (in the middle of it) of high school.....and I think it was then because I was stressed out about the exams that were coming....and I was writing at first in some notebooks from school, at the last pages or on some simply sheets....because I was bored sometimes. But, even so, I didn't posted them anywhere on the internet....only I showed some of them at some close friends. One day, I was talking with a friend of mine, on the internet from other town....I told him that I'd like to post them somewhere, but I was kinda afraid.....because these aren't really "poems" or good enough. I showed him some....and he said that I should post them, no matte what, only because I want so....and even I didn't wanted at first, he finally convinced me to make blog, which is this one....my old blog which is left lonely with no posts for many months....that's only because I don't have inspiration or not enough or only not in the right time... .I know this is not interesting for anyone to read, but I just posted it because I wanted so.....and again, I'm in lack of inspiration....

S a f

for some, sorry is only a word

others can be healed by it

after being hit with a sword

in their heart...

to apologize is even harder

and some don't even bother

to use it properly when needed

at right time...

sometimes you need to be forgiven

and also to forgive

even if it has to deserve

it's always a good choice...

Ice-hearted

You wake up in the morning
and everything seems right
outside the sun is shining,
but you can't see it's bright

something in you was beating
like never before
you knew there it was a thing
which you couldn't control

you've never realized
that you can have feelings
a thing you never had
for u are brand new things

you'll try to find a way
to don't recognize it
and you'll never say
that you've been hit...

for you, love doesn't exist
is only a disease
one u want to get rid
your heart u want to freeze...

but to late....your heart is already made by rock...

Pleaca anii liceului...

Anii liceului s-au dus,
Uşor, s-au scurs
Ca râul la vale
Cu tot cu momentele sale...

Şi chiar daca părem că nu ne pasă,
Inima tot ne apasă
Oricat de puţin.
Ne apare în destin...

Amintirile ne vor durea
Chiar de nu imediat vor aparea,
Dar acasă,
Ne va fi dor de clasă...

Ne vom aminti,
Zilele şcolii
Ce vor fi de demult trecute
Şi ne vor părea scurte...

Viitorul va veni repede
A inceput să  ne astepte..
Noi vom deveni adulţi
Iar anii vor deveni mulţi...

Voi, ai nostrii urmaşi
Nu urmaţi ai nostri paşi
Târziu, vă va părea rău
Că timpul s-a dus in hău...

Cautare..

Uite un secret:
Am gasit candidatul perfect
Nu este prea select
Dar vei intelege incet

Ceea ce vreau sa spun.
Iar eu presupun
Ca este numai bun
Si nu e nebun.

De nu ma vei aproba,
Va fi problema ta,
Caci eu nu voi asa
Cand parerea-mi vei vrea.

Hate you....

Where are you?
Oh, now I can see ya
Why you're acting like that
You made me screw
Fuck,
I did it again
But can't you shut up?
I'll make you don't talk...
Just stop
Stop using that word
It hurts...
You don't want  war
'cause you'll miss....

Chorus: 
You, want to be,
all around, you see.
I, cannot breath
when you are
still here...

Stay there.
Don't walk after me
Can't you hear, from there?
or are you here, just for laughing?
you're annoying
you know
I can't wait , you to blow,
with flow, down low.
Can you only one thing for me?
Stay there
and stop following
just watch me walk
away.