duminică, 30 ianuarie 2011
lesson learned..
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you.
All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people just don't care back.
And it's not the end of the world.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust,
and only seconds to destroy it.
I've learned that it's not what you have in your life,
but who you have in your life that counts.
I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself
to the best others can do,
but to the best you can do.
I've learned that it's not what happens to people,
It's what they do about it.
I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it,
there are always two sides.
I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I've learned that you can keep going
long after you think you can't.
I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done
When it needs to be done
regardless of the consequences.
I've learned that there are people who love you dearly,
but just don't know how to show it.
I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned that true friendship continues to grow even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.
I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to
doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I've learned that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every once in a while
and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken,
the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.
I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean that they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual
ahead of their actions.
I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing
and see something totally different.
I've learned that no matter the consequences,
those who are honest with themselves get farther in life.
I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours
by people who don't even know you.
I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give,
when a friend cries out to you,
you will find the strength to help.
I've learned that writing,
as well as talking,
can ease emotional pains.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life
are taken from you too soon.
I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice
and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.
I've learned to love
and be loved.
I've learned..
vineri, 28 ianuarie 2011
mom..
If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away..
marți, 25 ianuarie 2011
waiting..
marți, 18 ianuarie 2011
liniste..
Atâta linişte-i în jur de-mi pare că aud
cum se izbesc de geamuri razele de lună.
În piept
mi s-a trezit un glas străin
şi-un cântec cânta-n mine-un dor
ce nu-i al meu.
Se spune că strămoşii cari au murit fără de vreme,
cu sânge tânăr înca-n vine,
cu patimi mari în sânge,
cu soare viu în patimi,
vin,
vin sa-şi trăiasca mai departe
în noi
viaţa netrăita.
Atâta linişte-i în jur de-mi pare că aud
cum se izbesc de geamuri razele de lună.
O, cine ştie - suflete,-n ce piept îţi vei cânta
şi tu odată peste veacuri
pe coarde dulci de linişte,
pe harfă de-ntuneric - dorul sugrumat
şi frânta bucurie de viaţă? Cine ştie?
Cine ştie?
duminică, 16 ianuarie 2011
singuratate..
Mă chinuie singurătatea,
Singurătatea plină de prieteni,
Cu ce căldură îmi vorbesc,
Îmi spun că-mi sunt alături,
Îmi spun că mă iubesc.
Dar vai! O,mie!
Sunt singura,tot singura,
Nici un prieten ,
Ce suflete...
Atât de reci!
La luna ce-mi ştie toate chinurile plâng,
Ea mă ascultă;
Firav îmi spune blând:
"-Vino la mine !
Aicea sus e-atât de bine."
Ce vorbe dulci,
Dar cum să îi răspunzi?
Ea e atât de sus,
Iar eu atât de jos..
O, suflet îndurerat!
album de duminica..
în duminici ploioase
cu nori nedumeriţi şi mătuşi cu vecini şi dileme
ne privim corpul ascuns îndărătul ferestrelor mate
ne căutăm chipurile de demult în
fotografii uitate cu neantul prelins pe hârtia lucioasă
în duminici ploioase ne îmbrăcăm tristeţile prea mari agoniile prea corecte
ne încercăm în faţa oglinzii iluziile nesperate
şi toate vieţile noastre
de probă..
sâmbătă, 15 ianuarie 2011
orice zi incepe prost..
Orice zi începe prost
Dacă n-ai un adăpost,
Orice zi e-un singur pas către noapte...
Orice noapte trece greu
Dacă singur eşti mereu,
Orice noapte-i un popas de o noapte...
Când soarele-apune
Toate sunt bune,
Când el răsare
Nimic nu pare schimbat!
Orice zi începe-aşa,
La sfârşit e noapte grea,
Orice zi e-un singur pas către tine..
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