Despre poezii si versuri preferate

[DeDal N.]

Mda, Tumblr poate sa devina deep uneori cand nu e nevoie de asta dar de obicei reusesti sa gasesti cateva versuri, cateva strofe ce te lasa pe ganduri la modul cel mai serios. Imi place ideea aceasta, de a aduna aceasta arta rebela intr-un loc. Am si eu cateva exemple, chiar daca poate nu toate au autori pentru ca nu i-am gasit, unele au dar vreau sa scot in evidenta ideea poeziei mai mult decat autorul. Sorry daca nu e chiar ce ti-ai dorit.
Prima ar fi aceasta.

The sun inside of him
rages like wildfire
and he is
gold
gold
gold
and he is
scorching the skin of my heart,
yet still he pretends
that he is safe for me to love,
that his hands are gentle,
that his fingerprints won't be
seared into the notches of my spine.
The sun inside of him
could set the kingdom ablaze;
he knows this, he does.

And he still asks me to love him,
to face the flame.

Find me in the ashes.

Emily Palermo, Apollo


Yeah, finalul e destul de dureros sau cand vorbesti de o asemenea dragoste, e previzibil. Nu stiu de ce ma atrage, probabil necunoscutul face asta din noi, anyway. Next.

I like the way you taste
in the morning,
after you've slipped off
to the bathroom
and brushed your teeth.
i like my nose, cold
against your neck,
the way you shiver
in my arms and roll me
onto my back.
i like us like this, here:
the bedside table
stacked high with priorities
to worry about later
when the world encompasses
more than the space between
the bed sheets and the comforter,
when your kisses
taste more like coffee
than crest toothpaste,
and when you've promised
to love me again
like this, tomorrow.

8 A.M. - S.M.

Nu e intentia mea, nu toate cele ce imi prind interesul vorbesc despre dragoste dar cele ce o fac si modul in care o fac sunt superbe, fiecare in felul lor. Fie ca dragostea e vazuta ca si o egalitate intre parteneri, fie ca unul e mai presus in ochii celuilalt, sunt superbe.

Before I am your daughter,
your sister,
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm.

Nu stiu autorul dar cred ca metafora aceasta descrie o viata intreaga si pune punctul pe i. Love it.

Why would I have wanted my name
written in the pages of history,
when it was already carved into
you heart?
A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.

Iubire interzisa. Nu stiu de unde a aparut strofa asta, dar o ador. Mitologia si presupunerile merg impreuna intr-un mod superb.