brain dead.no such thing.

i started writing this poem after reaadin The Shinin' by Stephen King.

Cromatism cerebral

“Fugi mai repede ca rosul ce se

Ascunde in sangele tau.”

O umbră, increatul din culoare

Rătăceşte prin sinapse goale, oare?

Şi din gânduri face noapte... poate?

Nebunia striga-n şoapte scăpate

Ode de moarte.

Straluceste-n leduri din sângerii parfumate:

Luciditate.

O luptă, stăpânirea de oase!

Scuipă sângele din anevrism,

Mult coşmar, de timp, de cerebral.

                  De nebunie curăţă-mi

Dinamitele canceroase.

Luciditate, mama strâmbei realitate

Ciopleste-mi timpanul

Să nu mai aud culorile.

i think it goes great with this song.

somn.

Somn

Vise trec visătoare

Alergând în mare-n picioare goale

Şi sting nisipuri mişcătoare

Ce-nghit aerul de sare

Văd speranța-ntepatoare

Cum aleargă după soare

Să-l omoare

E prea mare-moare!

C-a uscat-o cu lumina

Realităţii care doare

I-a făcut copil

Demon infantil

Şi-n mocirla primordiala

Un peşte de zăpadă zboară

Că e om

Îi este somn

whats your death?

the death of an artist is not being capable of creating.my death is being normal.
whats yours?

random chatter

like i said before, i'm gonna post my creations after i translate them in spanish and english, but it is harder than i thought
untill then listen to this song i found on the internet

feeling myself.and the universe

soo, ive never know that my obssesion with colours started so long ago, so here u have another old poem i buit up a long time ago.hang in there me, myself and the universe

The unseen vision of serenity

Lost his color, lost his sense

Dual souls trapped in one

Black and white, yen and yang

In this world of vainly measures

I am a god of desperation closures

Darkness drapes my soul

Calms me down, my insanity

Voices screaming, monochrome dreaming

See the world's end on his way

No one to blame

Pain still doesn't hurt

Make this colorless end short

Negativity pulls me back

So untouched by the flames of happiness

So many things cause distress

The wind blows out the rust

It turns into black

Covers the eye so hard

Fight it back, can’t see the light

What the hell is wrong with me?

Funeral is what has left...

ps:i had no ideea my blog is watched by people from germany/urkraine/russia and even india.this i a nice surprise

post for hunger.boredom

cant help it but share this .shes AWESOME.

one of my first fucking poems

so these day i am really into vintage shit.and i also happened to find this really old poem  i wrote,that i later turned into a song.someday soon im gonna post the song too.untill then

hang in there.me,myself and the universe

i don't want to runaway

From the things, that causes me pain

I don't want to getaway

Driving crazy on the highway

But I can't live this way

Hiding from my past

Being scared of the mistakes

That changed my life's path

I don’t wanna play a role

I rushed away all the rust and mole

I don’t want to smile to everyone

Just want to fuck myself once in a while

Tired of waking up from the dreadful

Meaning of life

Just want to scream,

No matter what denial may come

I want to sense the chemestry between

You and me

Have one night stand

Afterday just leave

With no remorses in between

Whitout people judgeing me

For who I am and what I see

Is clear that they're upset with me