Marina-Madalina

What is nature? Nature is a painting,  That paints its own picture.   Nature is a poem,    That writes its own poetry.     Nature is a sonet,      That sings its own song.       Nature is art        That breaths and bleeds         For the sole purpose of being

Somedays I think I don’t belong on this earth Other days my soul gives me so much worth   Will I die today or tomorrow I always think Couldn’t pay for a therapist so kush is my shrink

     I dreamt of you     And that we kisssed.     You locked your lips with mine,     I let you...I loved it!     Your fingers brushed my skin,     I let you...Iloved it!     Your mouth left mine.     So I groaned in protest, and then...     Then you trailed gentle kisses on my skin     And I let you...I loved it     But I wanted more     So I kisssed you     You let me...you loved it     I touched your skin seting it ablaze     You loved it...you loved me     We loved it, and then...     Then I woke up ...still breathless     I loved it...I loved you...I loved US

It's cold, so cold Evan my bones are frozen My blood, my flesh...my heart... Everything!There's nothing left unfrozen It's cold, everything is getting cold The wind, the water, the ground Even the fire is cold But what's realy cold...is the human race I'm looking for something to get me warm But I can't find anything Not even the Sun is warm anymore He is also dominated by cold... ..............................

       You're all I want and yet you avoid to understand it.You throw some star dust in my eyes, you shine in everything you do and yet you're not enlightened. You shine in nothingness, you shine like a crystal, you shine from destruction.You warned me that you enjoy killing and since then I hear voices singing church sonatas, crucifying me slowly, without me realizing it until one 3AM morning with the full moon still high in the sky... ....I stopped breathing, I stopped feeling, I stopped being. You didn't come for love nor did you come down from the Heavens above. Neither did you come to rescue some one or to progress.   ...You only came

   I was not afraid of who I was running. Many times I would find myself holding onto that fear but I couldn't see that the one I was most afraid was mysself and where I was in the present or how I lived it. I would wake up from the dream, equally disappointed and intrigued that I came back in the world that clims to be REALITY but lived in the same DREAM as I did. A reality where time flies and tomorow stays frozen while we count the journeys our souls go through. I'm still dreaming, close eyes or opened, there's no diference anymore. Yes...I'm LUCID!