by Rana Steal me from me, You had the chanceMy innocent heart knew no imperfections Cried out rivers in the rain of sorrowsMy bright eyes had dreams of perceptions Gazing at my little world of endless dreamsPerpetual in the art of love by all perfections Treasures as promises, prone to fortunesSpinning emotions scattered infractions Your ruthlessness …
by Daniela Topîrcean You comfort my loving heartby the blue flight of your presencein the immensity of my thought...you are a part of my soula ray of summer sunthat borrowed your face...You have something of me...something undefined and unyieldingly beautiful,an immense silence surrounds you,like a diaphanous nimbus...I dream that I hug youin a secret ritual… likeI …
by Lynn White They tried them all,the amulets and potionsof their time and place.Some worked for a timebut death overcame themin the end and proclaimedtheir ungodlike mortality.They were buried like treasurewith their treasures from this lifereadied for the next,living on only in memorieswhich faded like funeral flowers.It was not enough.So portraits were painted on the bindings …
de Petru Racolța Împuşcătura l-a speriat pe Vasile, care a dat fuga spre locul de unde se auzise: curtea vecinului său din spate, adică a lui badea Gheorghe. L-a găsit pe acesta stând pe tăietorul de lemne, cu puşca în mână şi înjurând de mama-focului. La vreo zece metri în faţa lui zăcea un cocoş sfârtecat …
by Bianca Alina Feeling the coldness of the wall On my naked backHeightened the delicious pleasureOf having your bodyEntwined with mine.The fire in your touchesFuels my wild desire,And I pull you closer,Wanting you deeply lostIn this passionate lovemakingUntil we both becomeThe accelerated heartbeats of a dream. https://fatacusufletdecerneala.wordpress.com Photo by Yohann LIBOT on Unsplash
We crave justice, yet we often fail to extend it to ourselves when we withhold our own truths, allowing our fears to dictate our actions. We seek respect from others, but we undermine our self-respect by not embracing our authenticity and failing to express our truths. We ask others to seek or offer us forgiveness, …
by Marcello Comitini Under the rays of the bright red setting sun,the four gilded houses atop the hilllook at each other from their dark windows and are silent.The leaves of the trees speak to the windwhen the sun fades behind the mountain,the nightingales sing of lost loves,when the sweet glimmer of the watersfalling from the mountain …
by Mike U. The kid was too youngThis distant uncanny boyFace abscondedInto the murky depths of hisDrenched and threadbareCrimson hoodieEyes mere pinpricksOf sentience in the shadowsWhere his face should beOn this pouring midnightSidewalk where even the rain seemedExhausted in the scornful conesOf streetlamp illuminationAnd unseen clouds sighed aboveToo tired for the bluster and pretenseOf thunderAnd he sat …
In a Love World 