Creatii personale

roxana_enache wrote:Tu chiar ai talent...

multumesc mult! (desi nu-mi vine sa cred ca spui asta dupa ce descriere le-am umflat faniilor care o blestema pe Anette,lui Anette lui Tuomas care e "my dear poet" si Tarjei)

Si mie imi place.
Chiar esti talentata si ai si imaginatie bogata. (urasc atunci cand rimeaza cuvintele astea)

suomi_rocks wrote:Si mie imi place.
Chiar esti talentata si ai si imaginatie bogata. (urasc atunci cand rimeaza cuvintele astea)

multumesc mult!ma bucur ca-mi apreciati poeziile mele si ale celorlalti sunt frumoase.....totusi tare as vrea sa stiu daca nu va deranjeaza descrierile mele pt Tuomas,Tarja si Anette

Mie mi se par interesante... pe bune... Eu nu cred ca as reusi sa scriu asa ceva... Nici nu am incercat, recunosc... Poate cine stie... se va naste si in mine vreun talent ascuns ceva...

superba poezia,bravo!m-a impresionat :o

E chiar frumoasa, mi-au placut mai multe de la Maria, dar aceea Vampire Kiss parca nu mi-a prea placut. Restul sunt frumoase.

Hm.. acum am timp si eu in sfarsit sa postez compunerea aia, "Carti vs Internet" despre care vorbeam in topicul "Ce carti cititi acum" sau "Carti citite/preferate", nu mai stiu sigur.

Cartile care au intrat in timpul tau cu propriul lor timp iti lasa in amintire, in suflet, un miros persistent de imaginatie contopita cu real pe altarul hartiei. Cand vei mai deschide o carte, iti vei aminti de mirosul celei care te-a fermecat, miros ce nu se evapora niciodata complet; el ramane imprimat in sufletul tau ca litera tiparita de pe coperta. Simti cartea ca fiind apropiata, familiara? Inseamna ca incuietoarea copertilor s-a deschis pentru a-ti impartasi comoara ei, iar tu ai ales sa o inchizi pentru a mai ramane acolo. De ce ne farmeca atat de mult cartile palpabile, spre deosebire de experienta facila a navigarii pe Inernet? Poate fiecare pagina e o moneda sclipitoare in care sufletul autorului se oglindeste, pentru ca la urma sa formeze un tezaur de care te simti atras, incat nu mai poti iesi de sub influenta vrajii sale. Te hipnotizeaza pentru ca simti viata palpitand printre pagini, ca un fluture rar intr-un insectar.
Pe Internet insa, esti numai tu si pagina web. Misterul s-a evaporat odata cu paginile invechite de vreme, care purtau, intr-un chip nevazut, impresiile celor ce nu le-au uitat. Esti doar tu si monitorul care iti arata sec, fad, o pagina pe care caracterele danseaza. Dar dansul lor nu te tenteaza sa li te alaturi; nu te convinge ca o fac pentru ca tu sa intri in cercul lor si sa nu mai vrei sa iesi, ci iti lasa impresia amara ca ar dansa pentru oricine... si pentru tine daca e nevoie. Nu poti simti povestea lor ca fiind scrisa pentru tine, asa cum nu iti poti imagina ca arborii artificiali pot inflori.
Cand inchei un capitol ~via~ Internet, te simti la fel de obosit ca in cazul unei carti care nu te fascineaza, pentru ca nu creeaza ruptura. Ai vrea sa o simti aproape, dar citesti fara placere; tanjesti, fara sa stii, dupa fluturi, desi tot ce ai colectionat pana acum sunt muste. Intr-adevar, si cartile citite pe Internet iti pot face sufletul sa zboare de incantare, dar va zbura asemenea unei muste: greoi si lacom, vrand ceva mai bun. O carte adevarata te va face sa zbori, dar ca un fluture: gratios si chiar pana in inaltul cerului spiritual.
Pledez, deci, pentru Cuvant, desi ma stiu un Sisif indragostit si orb. Stiu ca Internetul si zgomotul mat si plat al calculaorului pot fi fascinante, dar muzica lina care canta printre coperte nu se compara cu nimic in lume. Mult prea facil, mult prea mahnit si plictisit e calculatorul meu, pe care incerc sa il impregnez cu parfumul necunoscutului care mi se arata in vis, si cadavrul timid al cablurilor care duc spre mouse si tastatura. De ce as alege Internetul, te intreb pe tine, copil/adolescent/matur prins in val? De ce sa fie mai usor, cand poate fi pur si simplu mai frumos? Mi-e dor de carte, o deschid avida de incercari si lumini/umbre noi, iar calculatorul, ca un copil cu mana stinsa si pala ce si-a pierdut varsta, se uita parca la mine, regretandu-si soarta. Stiu ca e prafuit, dar praful lui e plistisitor si anost, in timp ce acela al cartilor e incitant si misterios.
As putea sa le spun toate astea celor de varsta mea. As prefera, poate, sa deschid calculatorul si sa navighez pe Internet. Amelie Nothomb a spus: "Lumea geme de asasini care au dat uitarii pe cei pe care, chipurile, i-au iubit". As putea... Dar oare nu e un sacrilegiu sa renunt la ce iubesc mai mult, pentru a ma opri?

OK... nu este intotdeauna strict valabila chestia asta, am mai inflorit si eu putin. Dar asa, ca idee...

Magnolia wrote:E chiar frumoasa, mi-au placut mai multe de la Maria, dar aceea Vampire Kiss parca nu mi-a prea placut. Restul sunt frumoase.

multumesc mult!
@ kuolema:ale tale sunt de 1000 de ori mai bune!
P.S:nici mie nu-mi prea place Vampire Kiss
Va multumesc mult chiar nu ma asteptam la atatea pareri bune... mi-ati inseninat cu mult ziua!

Si pentru ca sunt fericita o scriu pe asta (tot despre Tarja),dar nu i-am gasit titlu pt ca nu m-am prea gandit la el

I was fallen on the ground,
Only darkness was around,
But an angel smiles me,
With a beauty came from mystery,
She was much more beautiful than the light itself,
With a perfect voice,there was no noise
Except the lyrics that she sang.

She rose me up,but I didn't deserve that honor
I couldn't move,I couldn't even open my mouth to say 'thank you!'
I was stunned,I only watched her amazing smile,what anything else I could do?
Her name,so beautiful....
Her eyes,so wonderful
Her voice,so perfect.

The radiance of her beauty made me blind....
...I couldn't belive who watched in my eyes,
When she starts talking to me,such a magic moment,
She was more like a dream....God,it's like she's from another realm!
Her voice was so calm
I say it again:she's more beautiful than the dawn
When I opened my lips to talk,
I was amazed by the grace of the way she walk.

Finally,I spoke
I can still remember her divine face,
Her amazing smile,
Her perfect voice.

Nu am stiut ce sa zic mai bine despre Tarja,tot timpul cand incerc sa compun despre ea,nu pot,imi pierd pur si simplu cuvintele.

suomi_rocks wrote:Hm.. acum am timp si eu in sfarsit sa postez compunerea aia, "Carti vs Internet" despre care vorbeam in topicul "Ce carti cititi acum" sau "Carti citite/preferate", nu mai stiu sigur.

Cartile care au intrat in timpul tau cu propriul lor timp iti lasa in amintire, in suflet, un miros persistent de imaginatie contopita cu real pe altarul hartiei. Cand vei mai deschide o carte, iti vei aminti de mirosul celei care te-a fermecat, miros ce nu se evapora niciodata complet; el ramane imprimat in sufletul tau ca litera tiparita de pe coperta. Simti cartea ca fiind apropiata, familiara? Inseamna ca incuietoarea copertilor s-a deschis pentru a-ti impartasi comoara ei, iar tu ai ales sa o inchizi pentru a mai ramane acolo. De ce ne farmeca atat de mult cartile palpabile, spre deosebire de experienta facila a navigarii pe Inernet? Poate fiecare pagina e o moneda sclipitoare in care sufletul autorului se oglindeste, pentru ca la urma sa formeze un tezaur de care te simti atras, incat nu mai poti iesi de sub influenta vrajii sale. Te hipnotizeaza pentru ca simti viata palpitand printre pagini, ca un fluture rar intr-un insectar.
Pe Internet insa, esti numai tu si pagina web. Misterul s-a evaporat odata cu paginile invechite de vreme, care purtau, intr-un chip nevazut, impresiile celor ce nu le-au uitat. Esti doar tu si monitorul care iti arata sec, fad, o pagina pe care caracterele danseaza. Dar dansul lor nu te tenteaza sa li te alaturi; nu te convinge ca o fac pentru ca tu sa intri in cercul lor si sa nu mai vrei sa iesi, ci iti lasa impresia amara ca ar dansa pentru oricine... si pentru tine daca e nevoie. Nu poti simti povestea lor ca fiind scrisa pentru tine, asa cum nu iti poti imagina ca arborii artificiali pot inflori.
Cand inchei un capitol ~via~ Internet, te simti la fel de obosit ca in cazul unei carti care nu te fascineaza, pentru ca nu creeaza ruptura. Ai vrea sa o simti aproape, dar citesti fara placere; tanjesti, fara sa stii, dupa fluturi, desi tot ce ai colectionat pana acum sunt muste. Intr-adevar, si cartile citite pe Internet iti pot face sufletul sa zboare de incantare, dar va zbura asemenea unei muste: greoi si lacom, vrand ceva mai bun. O carte adevarata te va face sa zbori, dar ca un fluture: gratios si chiar pana in inaltul cerului spiritual.
Pledez, deci, pentru Cuvant, desi ma stiu un Sisif indragostit si orb. Stiu ca Internetul si zgomotul mat si plat al calculaorului pot fi fascinante, dar muzica lina care canta printre coperte nu se compara cu nimic in lume. Mult prea facil, mult prea mahnit si plictisit e calculatorul meu, pe care incerc sa il impregnez cu parfumul necunoscutului care mi se arata in vis, si cadavrul timid al cablurilor care duc spre mouse si tastatura. De ce as alege Internetul, te intreb pe tine, copil/adolescent/matur prins in val? De ce sa fie mai usor, cand poate fi pur si simplu mai frumos? Mi-e dor de carte, o deschid avida de incercari si lumini/umbre noi, iar calculatorul, ca un copil cu mana stinsa si pala ce si-a pierdut varsta, se uita parca la mine, regretandu-si soarta. Stiu ca e prafuit, dar praful lui e plistisitor si anost, in timp ce acela al cartilor e incitant si misterios.
As putea sa le spun toate astea celor de varsta mea. As prefera, poate, sa deschid calculatorul si sa navighez pe Internet. Amelie Nothomb a spus: "Lumea geme de asasini care au dat uitarii pe cei pe care, chipurile, i-au iubit". As putea... Dar oare nu e un sacrilegiu sa renunt la ce iubesc mai mult, pentru a ma opri?

OK... nu este intotdeauna strict valabila chestia asta, am mai inflorit si eu putin. Dar asa, ca idee...

Foarte frumos ai scris... si chiar ai dreptate, asa e... !

Sa stii ca mie mi se par destuul de mature, fiind scrise de cineva de 13 ani. Daca nu as stii ca tu le-ai scris as crede ca ai vreo 17 ani. Si asta pentru ca vad ca scrii doar despre iubire, cea ce mi se pare oarecum ciudat. La 13 (12 in cazul meau) ani nu cred ca ai un adevarat contact cu iubirea. Deci par scrise de cineva mai mare.

Nu se poate sa n-o postez pe asta..........in sfarsit prima poezie care imi place care e si a mea

Be my angel

Be my angel in the night
I love to feel your love when I hold you tight
I love to see your blue-green eyes everyday
You're my only divine ray
You're the air what I breath
You're the light from my heart
I don't want to seek a perfect realm,it lies beneath,
Beneath our feet.

Only you can get in,
Inside my dream,
My love,you're taking me to another realm
And you don't set me free until you love once in that night
Be my angel,be my heaven,hold me tight!
I love you so much,I don't know how to describe this feeling

Only you know how,
Give me crazy passion now
I'll be forever yours.
Do everything you want to me
You can even lock me in infinity
But I love you more than the life itself.

Only you can get in,
Inside my dream,
My love,you're taking me to another realm
And you don't set me free until you love once in that night
Be my angel,be my heaven,hold me tight!
I love you so much,I don't know how to describe this feeling.

Un cantec Moon's Eyes

The angel

The angel is looking deep in your eyes,
But she's flying on her way to the sky
Tears are dropping her eyes
But the tears fell on the thirsty ground,
How much sadness is around.

She's sad and start flying
She's siting on a cloud and starts crying,
No angel can give her saving
She's caught in a trap,but she's already dying.

Dying by the pain what drowns her,
How hard is each tear,
For a nonexistent love that in her soul she wear
She'll find the right way,
One day,one day.

She's sad and start flying
She's siting on a cloud and starts crying,
No angel can give her saving
She's caught in a trap,but she's already dying.

She'll find the right way,
The faith will guide her,
She'll return to the light,
And she'll release the dark what holds her tight,
One day,one day.

She's sad and start flying
She's siting on a cloud and starts crying,
No angel can give her saving
She's caught in a trap,but she's already dying.

Asta e un cantec Nymphs of Darkness



Lead me to Camelot

We'll go back in time,
This legend will become alive,
All the knights and all the ladies
Let's sing again,
Let's fight for no vain
Banish the pain,my love
Lead me to Camelot,
The legendary city!

Lead me astray,gone back in time
Make feel like I wanna live forever
Look at the poet what admires your beauty
Choose from whole the flowers one
Sing with me,my dear poet
Lead me to Camelot,
The legendary city!

Lead me back in time!
Make feel again alive!
Show me the truth!
Show me the legend that will become alive
Tonight under the moon's eyes
Sing with me this song
It won't be long!
Lead me to Camelot,
The legendary city!

Te pomenesti ca peste cativa ani iei premiul nobel pt literatura Maria,k oricum talent ai...dai o bere ca noi am fost primele tale fane

kuolema wrote:Te pomenesti ca peste cativa ani iei premiul nobel pt literatura Maria,k oricum talent ai...dai o bere ca noi am fost primele tale fane

ms!ms!

roxana_enache wrote:

maria96 wrote:

roxana_enache wrote:Serios? Cat de frumos! poate cand o sa devi majora, o sa vrei sa te muti cu ea in finlanda.

de asta vreu sa fiu rock star:sa ma mut in Helsinki si s-o intalnesc pe mama si ei am sa-i dedic o piesa speciala si inca imi amintesc conferinta in care Tarja plangea si realizez ca vocea ei(cand vorbeste) seamana cu a mamei..........doar de ce crezi ca ma mai uit la interviurile cu ea

O sa reusesti tu, o sa vezi! Nu trebuie sa iti pierzi speranta! si daaa, sa nu uiti de noi cand o sa fii celebra.

n-am sa uit de voi,deja am o piesa dedicata prietenilor mei si celor care mi-au fost aproape(unde se includ si cei de pe WS)

No wave can knock me down

I fight for you
No cloud will stay in my way
I have the friends from the whole world
I'll banish your malicious word
I'll banish this cloud
I can yell it loud:
"I love my life!"
No wave will knock me down!
Sadness,for me you're already drown
No wave can knock me down!

aici e una facuta chiar ieri
am luat nightwish=dorinta de nopate(ca sa nu intelegeti gresit)

My nightwish is...

Nobody can say
What's the wind's reason to pray
Encountered by a sanctuary
Me an myself,walking in vain
I will get away from this pain

My nightwish is to believe again in hope,
Nobody loves me,but nope
I'll keep go on
Until I find what I seek
"Ever dream" of an untouched perfect realm.

The composer writing the song,
The lord holding the lorn
I still believe in my nightwish,
I'm a dreamer,it will never perish,
I'll keep go on my search,
Even if the night's tale,
Will just cut my way,
I'll find what I seek one day.

My nightwish is to believe again in hope,
Nobody loves me,but nope
I'll keep go on
Until I find what I seek
"Ever dream" of an untouched perfect realm.

Perfection,and again perfection,
I'm just waiting someone's compassion
I'm not your shadow reflection.
My fantasies will take me away from you,from your poison,from all these lies,from all pain.

My nightwish is to believe again in hope,
Nobody loves me,but nope
I'll keep go on
Until I find what I seek
"Ever dream" of an untouched perfect realm.

This realm wasn't far,
I made it!I can easy see it!
I can hear the soprano,
I can hear the drum beat
(Ha,ha,I did it!)*evil laugh*
I'm safe,for now
I banished you useless cloud!
Happy I'll be,
Just take me in your fantasy.

My nightwish is to believe again in hope,
Nobody loves me,but nope
I'll keep go on
Until I find what I seek
"Ever dream" of an untouched perfect realm.

Fromoasa, felicitari, da' le scoti ca pe banda!

Magnolia wrote:Fromoasa, felicitari, da' le scoti ca pe banda!

multumesc!
dar asta mi se pare putinel mai emo,dar imi da putina incredere in mine

The light will fall

The light will fall,
Under the darkness waterfall
Under the wrath of the evilness
Will fall the light under the demons of wickedness
I wish to resist to this weakness
To drop myself in the sea
And to drown all the pain what's around
But it's impossible,something holds me here
Bound by this world,bound by this ground
The only thing what hold me alive
Is your love,nothing more
Only an empty shore
With black deep sea,
With bloody sand,
With dark sky
That's why
I hope that's not the thing that I'll find
In the death realm
Of the darkness dream.

Wishmaster1992 wrote:Hey, primeste asta cum vrei... dar am sa ti-o spun, nu te inteleg... deloc, cind postezi aici poeziile tale... ma cam lasa cu gura cascata... sincer, tu ai talent, si nu te inteleg, de ce te critici asa de aspru gen: am mai scris o porcarie... am mai scris una , alta, masa - ta'su... stii, as vrea eu sa scriu porcarii ca tn.... dar din pacate nimic in afara de porcarii adevarate nu-mi iese...(cu exceptii niste scenarii comedice si niste comentarii istorice cu care sunt mindru de ele, p-u k mi se primeste) fii si tu mindra cit de cit de tn, tu kiar ai talent... si dupa cum vad eu... nu ai putine poezii...adunale intr-un volum, si incearca la o editura... la alta... tu stii ce inseamna sa scoti o carte de poezii la 14 ani??? si nu o mai lua inainte cu: sunt pre intunecate, emo... bla bla bla...dac poeziile tale sunt emo...atunci Bacovia era un superemo...si... asa ca un sfat, o sugestie, de la un neprofesionist, incearca sa scrii si in romana... atunci vor fi mai usor acceptate de publicul de care esti inconjurata... vor intelege mai exact ce exprimi acolo...numai nu spune ca in romana nu-ti iese, un om talentat e talentat in toate... si cu asta basta....

multumesc,dar in romana mi se par prea goale versurile,nush de ce!
si stii ceva?nu mai esti malefic!

Love is a feeling...

Love is a feeling,
Love me and I'll show you
What I can do!

Would you do it?
Would you breath the air of an endless darkness?
Only to see me in the light?
Tell me,would you?
Would you invite me to dance only to hold me in your arms?
If you do,then let me hold you

The light butterflies all around...my mind
I love you so much,
But the love isn't enough
I want you to run with me!

This "ever dream" is taking us
To paradise
Don't think where the ocean will get us
Just let the deep dark ocean soul encounter us,my love.

I have one more thing to say
Take my hand
And let's turn all the world
Let's rock the heaven!

My crazy passion for you,
Your bloom love for me
Come on,come on
Banish the sadness!

Ia aici una ca sa "plangeti" unpic

The soul what dies

My dear poet's eye which cries,
My love what lies
So deep,so deep
The soul what dies
Is my soul,my soul
Haunting forever,seeking your love
Forever lost.

Don't let your heart to drown you in my memory,
Remember me,
When you'll live other white-night fantasy,
With the fairy of a sweet lust
Everything what you left behind is dust
Lost forever,in my heart,will be our vain-searcher love,
But deep under your sin
Will be my deeps within,
Live forever for me,my dear
Let me have the final kiss,
But let me die happy
With this final kiss.

"My paradise turns gray,
Your eyes perish in my heart"
Your tears on my chest,
Is the first time I see you cry,
But why?
For my death?
You have no reason to this,
Your kisses,the only thing what will make me wait for you in the death's realms,
Living dark dreams.

My dear poet which cries,
Cries for me,not for a lost-dreamer love
My love what lies
So deep,so deep
The soul what dies
Is my soul,my soul
Haunting forever,seeking your love
Forever lost.

Let this night to take me,
Let this love enchant your heart,
With good memories of me
I'll go forever,don't cry,my love!
I'll always wait for you,
Just come!

My dear poet which cries,
Cries for me,not for a lost-dreamer love
My love what lies
So deep,so deep
The soul what dies
Is my soul,my soul
Haunting forever,seeking your love
Forever lost.

If the love would make a flower from my heart,
Then,let it die,
You don't deserve to lie
On a waiting for something
Like a ray what tells
That running for me,
Would bring me back to life.

Let me die,let me fly
To a dark,but better sky
I can't live only to love you
When actually my love hurts you,
Let me go near my angel.

"You can't go that fast,
Not now,I need you!
I can't live without you,
My only-light love"
"You have to let me go,
Don't listen to my voice echo,
Don't cry"

Sweet lust

The passion is burning your heart
As the little devil is making my feelings dust
Ah,how tempting you are!
You little sweet lust!

Give me wings to fly
Give me love to burn
Give me sweet taste of lust
To burn like a loving heart.

Oh,I know you're so dark,
But your lips are so tasty!
Oh,I know you're so tempting,
But your passion is everything what I seek
If you won't give me more,
You little sweet lust!

"I'll give you passion
You little devil!
Just dance for me on the moon
Sing the song of the night
I...I...think the temptation is slowly taking me!
You're so dark,but you're so sinful!
As the same the dawn is beautiful"

Wishmaster1992 wrote:Bravo! 10+

multumesc!

Edit:


imaginea asta m-a inspirat! (nu credeam vre-odata ca vre-o imagine cu Tarja m-ar inspira )

The Sunset Upon the Hills

Sun is going to sleep,
Pure beauty blinded me,
The world dissolved under this fantasy
The world and sun what we'll sleep in the mystery

The sun is a little dazzy
Because of this romantic evening smell
What already has dazed me well

The red lights of the sunset
It's reflection on the ocean
The bloody roses are weeping quietly
The dusk is coming slowly

The soprano's song
Tell me to close my eyes
And start dreaming
To start to sleep
Under this orange light of the sun.

The lights of this wonderful sunset
Surrounding me
I feel i get asleep
In your warm arms.

I wish to go home

I'm still walking in vain,
In this sunset I want to drown the pain,
If my heart could find rest in your love...
I want to run away
To find the way
I want to find my home,
The place where I come from
The place where I saw the light for the first time

I want to find it
Don't ask me to come with me
I can't ask you to take me home
Don't ask me where's my place
Because I don't know.

I can't find it,I'll never will
Find the thing that my wounds could heal
Your warmth is not enough
I need to know what can calm my heart down
It always cries.

I wish to go home,
But where it is?
If I can't find the place where I am from,
Then,who I am?
More than a lost poet in the dark
I'll never be...
Set me free....

Asta e superba! Mi-a placut foarte mult.
Ai putea sa faci un fel de carte cu toate cantecele despre Tarja (sau inspirate de ea) si sa i le dai.

LadyMoon wrote:Asta e superba! Mi-a placut foarte mult.
Ai putea sa faci un fel de carte cu toate cantecele despre Tarja (sau inspirate de ea) si sa i le dai.

bun,o voi face! dar cand o sa apuc sa i-o dau? raspuns: niciodata,eu n-am s-o intalnesc pe Tarja ca s-o tin la discutii sa-i dau cartea
,dar nu ma pot abtine! asta tot de ea e inspirata

Few minutes in heaven

I hear a soprano singing my favourite song,
In a magic garden
Her songs calms down my wounded heart
Finaly,her voice told me that I'm home
But how I can get closer to her?

Her saint voice tells me:
"You're home!
Don't go away,come
Here I can guide your way"

I live few minutes in heaven
I'm not lost like a reaven
I feel that I'm home
Something tells me:
"Come!"

So,I go
Then I asked myself:
"I am a stun
Or just I can hear the song
What always maked me feel so great?"

I'm too shy to talk to her
What should I tell her?

I get closer and I felt like I'm shiver
Like a frozen river.

I live few minutes in heaven
How I wish this could be real,not a dream.








E incredbil,de ce oare simt ca-mi pierd cuvintele cand scriu despre Tarja?