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Romanian Poetry. | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. I promised myself I won’t write in Romanian on this blog. So, because of that, and because I won’t be too much of an indecisive bitch, I’ll try to make another blog, and link it somewhat to this one, in order to post my Romanian “works of art”, even though calling those poems that would be exaggerating. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Join 436 other followers.

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Mace | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. The Longest Road: Path. It’s cold and it burns me harder than your flames ever did. I vowed I’d make you mine no matter how, no matter what. Missing your warmth has left my skin, my soul, my essence livid. And all I’m left to do is hold your memory close to my heart. I can feel my hands, no more nor can I feel my feet. I know not where I am, nor where I’m headed to. I’ve lost my voice, I’ve lost you, it can’t be true. The darkness took over me, it made me submit.

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I love you! I love you! I love you! | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. So does my kind nature make me put up with that? Or do people really suck as much as I think they do? I know not everybody HAS to be my friend, nor do all the people that I have helped need to bow before me in appreciation, I don’t even care if they thank me or not for fuck’s sake, I just want them around, because I believe that if they thought that I would be good enough to help them through their troubled times, I would get in return their friendship.

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Enough is enough. | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. I really don’t know if I should care or not about the random comments I’m getting regarding my sexual activity (some of you might have seen them or not). So from now on pointless comments won’t see the light of the day, and I should tell you that if you attempt to ruin my good mood, it’s really not working, you just prove the opposite of what you’re really trying to prove. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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The M.ace of Spades | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. The Mace of Spades. It’s been quite a while. Since I’ve posted anything, since I’ve talked to “you”. Yet things have changed in the long while I’ve been away, some for the better, some for the worse…. First and foremost, I’m happy, and pleased with the place I have now in life. University could’ve been better… eh, could’ve been worse too. Sorry to myself for abusing myself so much over… Over what? Thanks for reading, “The Mace”‘s swinging himself out. Enter your emai...

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The dark corner. | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 8221;, and slowly, he raised the gun at his mouth, and shot a loud round. And all that resonated in the emptiness between them were his last words followed by the utter silence of nothingness. This entry was posted on December 17, 2013 by Mace. It was filed under Art. And was tagged with darkness. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

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The face underneath the skin. | Vivisection through a cut open heart.

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Vivisection through a cut open heart. The face underneath the skin. I don’t remember me… Me who I used to be a long while ago, when things seemed to matter less and future was only a notion of something distant that seemed to be further away with every day that went on. Who was I? And even though I can define who I am now, I need to ask myself “Who am I now? So who am I? The moth, or the butterfly? Yet, through those who have peered underneath the skin, and have seen the fabric of who I am, I can be no-o...

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I ♥ summer | Petale de ganduri

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3 Responses to “I summer”. De ce mananci maieuri? Said this on July 29, 2010 at 7:15 pm. Ca semana cu lebenita :-. Said this on July 29, 2010 at 7:17 pm. N’am mancat lebenita vara asta. Mi’e rusine.😐. Said this on July 31, 2010 at 1:11 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.

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I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate Sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. Be deliriously happy or, at least, leave yourself open to be. Nu sunt eu destul de-absurdă să te critic printre rânduri,. Să te-ndrum să nu te-mprăştii în furtuna de cuvinte. Şi să ştii, printre şarade şi prin nepătrunse gânduri. Sau prin ploi de refulare, numai mersul înainte. Nu sunt eu amicul care să te-mpingă în uitare. Ca să-ţi toarne pe gât romul zilelor de aşteptare. Nu sunt eu destul de-absurdă. Trişt...