Mi-e scârbă de tine!

Friday, August 1, 2014

Mi-e scârbă de tine
Şi tot ceea ce eşti!
Reflexia ta ȋn oglindă
Abia poti să o priveşti!

Cine stă să se uite
La un sac de gunoi
Plin ochi
De carne stricată şi puroi!

Încolăceşte-te ca un melc!
Pierde-ţi cochilia!
Aruncă-te ȋn râu
Exact ca Ophelia!

Opreşte-ţi respiraţia
Şi stai ȋn acest loc
Purifică-te,
Aruncându-te intr-un mare foc!

She wishes

Thursday, June 19, 2014

She wishes she was high in the sky,
Flying around
Without a sound
Watching everything with a bird's eye.


She wishes she was steady on the earth,
Walking around
Tied and bound
Knowing how much is her real worth.


She wishes she was deep in the ground,
Squirming around
Under the mound
Hiding where she can never be found.


But she is her own sky
Walking under the mound, hiding where she can never be found.

But she is her own earth
Squirming without a sound, watching everything with a bird's eye.

But she is her own ground
Flying, tied and bound, knowing how much is her real worth.

Lifehopper

Sunday, July 5, 2009


She picked up a stick
She looked at him and started to cry
She started killing it
'Grasshopper, grasshopper
I want you to die!'


Once so beautiful and stunning
Now he was limped and couldn't fly
The girl was screaming and killing it
'Grasshopper, grasshopper
I want you to die!'


'Little girl, stop that!'
A man said as he walked by
The girl was crying even more
'Grasshopper, grasshopper
I want you to die!'


'I know this is wrong
But I have to say to you bye
Why isn't it over?
Grasshopper, grasshopper
I want you to die!'



'What have I done?
Oh god, oh my!'
She picked up the inert insect.
'Grasshopper, grasshopper
I want me to die!'

Where Are You?

Thursday, April 16, 2009


Mommy, daddy, where are you?
I'm scared and all alone!
Some said that... Is it true
That we're never going to go home?


But I want to go back!
I don't like it here...
And it seems that I'm not the only one
Everybody is in great fear!


A nice person showed me the way to the bathroom
But first I have to take a shower.
Mommy, daddy, I'm still scared...
Where are you at this hour?

17 Going On 18

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


There is talk coming from the left and from the right
A hundred people, one opinion
But that hers is opposite from theirs
They couldn't guess it in a million.

How is it going to be different?
Are there going to be fireworks? A flying cow?
There are so many questions
But to answer them, she doesn't know how.


'It's a big step; it's great, you should be happy'
They kept saying and their eyes flared.
She looks at them, skeptically
And all she can say is that she doesn't want this
That she's terribly scared...

+ Horizontal 8 Ep. 4

Thursday, December 25, 2008

She was only 17. Her blouse was of an eye-bleeding colour and her dress was way too long. She hated that dress. It always swept the dust from the pavement and her mother would scream at her.
'I told you to take care of the dress! You never listen to me! You barely take care of your own things, how are you supposed to take care of others?' Urgh, she was the one who made her wear that silly dress, not her! All the other girls in the school wore different clothes than her, more teenage-like, more ''hip''.
'Hey, look, there's her! Nice dress! Loser...' and they all started laughing. Kat Moore... One of the most popular girls in school. Perfect grades, perfect body, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. Disgusting attitude... She didn't care about Fat Kat.
Now she was walking down the street in full day light. From
 the look of her face you could see that she had been crying. 'Am I that weird that nobody wants to talk to me? My mom doesn't accepte me, I have no friends and I'm considered a freak!'
Reading was a way out of the reality surrounding her, but she
 had found something else to help her. Magic. Paranormal. Wicca. Ouiji Board. Everything related to this. It seem that all these things interested her.
So now she was heading to a place where she saw on the internet: Sabbra Cadabra. She went in and saw all the potions, books, candles and other weird things, like bat wings, dragon claws and cat's whisker. She was looking through the aisles and she saw a book: '283 easy love spells'. She liked the sound of it and went to pay for it.
'4.99' the boy at the counter said.
'Okay. Here it is.' She smiled. He smiled back.
'Noobie, huh?'
'I'm sorry?'
'You're new, in magic.'
'Oh...' she started, 'well... kinda.'
'Okay.' He smiled again. 'I'm Matthew!' he put out his arm.
She did the same and they shook hands.
'Natasha... Delighted!'

DO YOU MIND ?

Sunday, August 31, 2008

My mind is a dangerous place
I try not to think at anything just to stay sane
Or a bit sane, as you please,
Maybe I have something, I don't know its name
I don't know the name of the disease.


Is it okay if I continuously scream 'Stop! Stop!' ?
Or do I have to keep it flowing?
Put my head into water 10 degrees
Below, so as the mind would drop
To its normal functioning.


They're not voices, that's just me
It's me who wants this, all this seclusion
Me, a sanity wannabe
Me, your next-door delusion
Me, an unwanted flea.

Me, an unwritten conclusion.

Bleed The Freak

Friday, August 15, 2008


'You can't enter here!
Freaks are not allowed!'
'But, but...' the door is shut
And you're again left alone in the big crowd.


While walking along the street
You see a piece of glass
And look at it to see yourself,
Wondering why do they all feel the need to harass.


There is nothing, nothing out of the ordinary
You start to think they are the freaks
Ruthless, merciless, unkind men
Like huge vultures with their cruel beaks.


It's their doing, their fault!
You're as innocent as a lamb
You don't have to believe what they say
You're definitely not a freak... Damn!


So you go to the next house and knock at the door
They open it and shake their head
While you're trying to get into the house
The people who live there shoot you dead.


You're on the stairs, your blood's all over the 'Welcome' carpet
Your mouth is open and the shot your teeth has spread.
As they look closer, they can see very well the face
Of the well-known freak who was long time dead.

+ Horizontal 8 Ep. 3

Tuesday, August 5, 2008


'We've known her all our lives and now there's definitely no way of getting her back!' said one of the men choking because of his tears.
'It was her choice, she wanted to come here. Remember?'
Of course he remembered! How could he not? His face became stern.
'Please, don't give me that look... I'm as tired as you are...'
'How could you think that I forgot? She came to me. She asked me for advice. She took my advice. She believed in me. She... I... I didn't know what she was going to do... I didn't know the whole story... I...' And he started crying again.
His friend sighed and looked at him. He was now on his knees, crying and repeating 'I didn't know... I didn't know...'
'She knows all the things you have done for her. All the things we have done for her. Maybe she didn't know what she had gotten herself into... You were a good friend and you helped her. You were always there when she needed help.'
'Then, why was she so selfish? How could she do this to us? How could she do this to me?' His eyes were read from the tears, his lips were trembling and his whole body was shaking continuously.
'She just... You knew the state she was in... Always crying... Until she met him...'
'What about us? God, I feel like I'm the selfish one!'
'No, you're not... I don't know what to say... I never knew. That's why she always came to you because she knew that you always say the right words.' He smiled sadly.
He suddenly stopped and stared at him. Then he looked down.
'You never understood her... It's always black and white to you... Her ideas were shades of gray. But that doesn't mean that she didn't love you! You always made her laugh. Remember her laugh?' For the first time, he smiled.
'Yes, yes I do.' There was a smile in return. 'Look, take my handkerchief.'
He looked at it and started crying again.
It was a present.
Given by her.

Down In A Hole

Sunday, July 13, 2008

I'm still breathless, and I can't resurrect
And I'm stuck at this song, it's on repeat.
'Down in a Hole', Layne's words are
I'm down in that hole, I accept defeat.



Part of my growing up, they say,
It will be over and you will one day smile
Maybe they're right, maybe they too were like me in a way
But unlike them, I want to stay in this hole a little while.

Too Late I'm Dead

Sunday, July 6, 2008




There have been so many times in which you felt like a Jew in front of Hitler, like a a woman in front of the puritans, like a heretic during the Inquisition, like Anne Boleyn in front of Henry VIII, like a mouse in front of a cat, like a drop in front of the storm, like white in front of black, like a soul in a body, like a coffin in a graveyard.

I'm dead.

Pressure

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Wonderful is the instinct of preservation
The things that your mind just block
The things that you don’t know how to handle
The things which you control them with an enormous lock.

You say ‘no’, but inside it's ‘yes’
Up there, it’s like a never-ending hurricane.
Which spins and spins, but in the end
You just want to keep your mind sane.

One day it will all go out
And the crossed out thoughts would be unleashed
Then you will remain silent
Watching the enormous lock broken, unwished.