Be
That flea to pinch you:
No, all this is not a dream.
To help you cut yourself
In the shards of my shattered mirrors
And call all this fate,
Call all this late hours of work
You'll need... to understand
That what you lost wasn't much love,
Wasn't much faith...
It was and is only terrifying!

I can't believe how much love you can bear,
Faustrated needs exposed - powerfully expressed...
It hurt, It almost hurt but not my pride,
My pride is good without it.

Burning pride, vividly, poetically
Too much love can be there where it cannot hurt;

I can't believe how much love you can bear,
It hurt, perhaps too much or something else,
Not fond of this frustrated twisted romance and blossom of more waste....
What's wrong? Doesn't the world have enough gelee waters
To choose from?

I can't believe how much love you can take...
It's probably me, not willing to understand.

I won't be loved, I know that,
They always knew best, I'm sorry for all of your tears,
I tried to be a good human but this love of yours,
Much stronger than anybody else's hurts.

I won't be loved, he said, I know,
I made a terrible mistake with her!
I won't be cared for with a kind heart,
Only her duty can save me from this trap.

"What about a miracle? Someone sweet?"
The joyful party on the hall of the hospital
Offered to the kids in the salon, time sweet,
The clowns and elves dance, a flight super-vital.

A little place of heaven
To you those whom I love,
Your need not causing sorrow
To hearts of friends,
Your family complete.

I am tall and handsome,
Pretty and smart,
I am very well cultivate,
A proud blonde,
Looking for a partner to keep me alive.

I am beautiful with waist that's thin,
Not too tall and not too slim,
Kind and generous,
Fine like a painting,
Like a muse,
Someone you can't touch to abuse,
Looking for a friend to keep me alive.

Looking for brains and pleasure of godly light,
Finding your friend playing the role of the enemy inside.

Times when we need to have fun,
A way of asking for help...
A way to look
For the right path to take.
Times when a heart needs to be saved.

So, now I have to hate you!
Okay, whatever you did was probably brilliant,
Your god will be proud of your grip, of your heart,
All your knowledge...
Oh love!

Whatever you did you did it to help me,
Twisted some ways of learning the truth,
Friendship can last only for a minute
And a minute means a lot more than I had hoped.

So, now I have to hate you!
Okay! Your game was brilliant!
Your gods must be so proud of you, your heart,
Your strong grip, your sorrowful end... a wile.

You would rather die than be a stupid victim,
- So you shut up, - no, you shut up...
- Behave, - No you behave,
- Ah, be the f*un you want.

Frames and more acts of perfect joy!

Oceans of blue
Puddles on asphalt reflection
Indifference refraction

Perfumed filth,
Even better than I expected,
Now I can bear living with myself,
This body of mine!
Uuh! AH! Fuzz!
Face needing a Venetian mask...
I tried to make one but it turned too small
To cover this face, this lovely face of mine.

Uh! Ah. With so many famished souls out there,
Famished souls looking for *****
To carry the load.
Eat the load, eat the stack of something something good,
Kiss the moons and the stars say: Whoop!
The stars say: "Whoop, Whoop!"
Praise the walk,
The **** walk.
Today I fell in love with the spring,
The spring of Joy in the air,
Flower buds and little Shy leaves
Coming out to embellish the trees.
"Who's sexier now?"

Whoop! Whoop!
Spring of Joy in the air,
Whoop Whoop,
Famished for ***** stare.
Even Sven got out of his spleen.
Whoop, Whoop!
Spring of Joy in the air.

A bird, chewing gum
While fluttering wings of life
Spread over times bills

You love them for their money...
You love them for the families they have and had...
You love them for their wealth.

You love them for their fights,
Their guts... Their ability to Unite to ****...
To defend... To believe...
You love them for their courage to Unite against another one...
You always loved them for having more...

~ Oy! you never knew what love is. ~

After taking what you needed you walked out the door
And I heard of you only when you needed something more...
Or wanted to Hurt me somehow.
Show me how well you've done compared...
To the stupid I, there for you in your times of need...
Never there for me, in my times of need... I failed to see...
To feel and find my heart and soul...
Freed... Looking for the right thing.
Your guess of a need of mine? the promise of a good ****,
I learned now,
'Twas too wrong the path taken.

When were you there for me?
Quite never. So what is the point of all this?
Oh, sure... Why not take more of your trouble.
As Mine seemed quite insufficient to you.

You love them. Always did and always will
Love them...!
For what they have to give,
For what you can take away from them...
As long as you can take away.
Only you know nothing of love.
You know your old game.

You love them...
                                             Love me not.

How much do I Have to hate myself?
I don't want to exist among these loved ones.
I am tired of your loved ones,
Precious loved ones allowed to lose me.
To make the filth they wouldn't but mock.

Already down I am, under a trap
so well prepared,
The vines of my existence contort
constricting your body and soul.

It hurts to see you hurt like this,
it was all just a lie, we’re confessing our torments.

Already down under your great curtain of spite,
It hurts to see how much you cared not,
Still, you forced me into this and I said: “alright...
I’ll do this...”

Now I regret loving you in any way
Already down, under your murderous tears
I can comprehend and I am with you, oh,
poor deceived soul!
As if I ever meant anything to you!

But another try, another gal’ to hurt.
Already down under the cover of skies
you somehow won.
I’m reading and learning about your ways,
regretful acts of ******,
Hatred and spite.

If I am still wondering why all that
then I am a fool!
“It was for your great palaces, you great fools,
kings and lovers!”

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

The skies hold the please of a star,
The mountains of surreal clouds
Painted by the hands of a child
Sweet innocence and light
Under the canopy of which
The Shadows with their takers make believe.

What I am made of now
You'd gladly leave behind,
Bury deep in the grounds
Never to see again.

Where are my blades
To clean all this infectious blame
This miserable soul
That seems did not deserve
But more
More of the filth
You wouldn't know
Of How to rid yourselves.

Where are those fires
To put an end to all this filthy page
That I've become
This filth of which everyone
Would be Justly Glad
Happily sad to rid themselves.

Dear Cornt,
You don't want me to be an artist.
It must be so diahonourable for the family.
A writer?

Sure, it will dishonour your lousy drinkers laughing at me.
Here I am, giving you a dishonourable name.
Hmm... There is a lot of love in there though,
For such a good soul like you
Knowing nothing of love,
Turning even the love of God into waste,
Hatred and misery...
Misery of the soul.

Sure! Who wouldn't just go there and be that way!?

But why Cornt? Why?

Dear Cornt,
You don't want me to be an artist.
It must be a diahonourable thing for the family!
Maybe I'm hurting you with this pride.
Don't worry, I'll have some better plans.
A writer is every kid in school,
Every child that ever wanted to be there
But you punished them with your freedom of being poor
And hungry
Humiliated
Despised...
You did good, Cornt.
I Have a nice firy place in Hell for you.
A bed of flames for you to burn vividly at night...
And a chilly wonderful leaden land to rot your carcass on by day.

But Cornt, dear! Why?

To have everything you want,
Know what you want and achieve it,
Know how;
To be invincible and happy
Happy with the term of your achievements.

How worthy of love are we?
What makes us worthy and why do things have to be this troubling?
Learning from the young and reckless
Rather than being myself all-knowing
And potent,
All wrong.

Adolescence worries...

You were the real deal! You are the real deal!
May I be the robot?
And make the deal, have the deal?
Robots cannot feel, robots cannot feel!
May I be the robot?
Robots cannot feel!

If you want my love-life.
Robots cannot feel.

Not feeling sorry
And you: not accepted the apology
And there is me not willing to apologise
As your apology was so right
That it ended the right thing to do
And your pride so much greater
That I learned how to be just like that:
Too proud, knowing my place...

There is a God in each of us,
There's probably much more than one believes,
There is a saint and there's an enemy...
There is an angel and a friend
Turned into dust and fire,
Turned into stone, a great admirer,
Returned to life!
There is a God in each of us
Miss_guiding us.

For that memory
Of your greatness
And that wish of well for both of our worlds?

I loved myself the way I was
Too much, in your opinion,
That's why you hated me,
That's why you hated and punished me,
Taught me your great idea,
The brilliant one
Taking us down into the filth
You "had to"? Take...
Teaching me a lesson,
The lesson of the Great.

Shush, don't get yourself out of this,
Hush, don't mind what is only his
Now that he took what you will miss
Forcing your bliss, forcing your bliss.

Shush, Shush, don't you get out of Hell,
Hush! Hush, one must remain a shell.
(Stare into Horizons to sell)
Your heart craving to live and dwell,
You say farewell, you say farewell.

Don't rescue yourself, hush, darling,
Hush, don't you flee like a staring,
Listen to those demons snarling,
Save a sparkling, Save a sparkling.

Above you are, claiming your souls,
Your need is to conquer.
Cry of pride, anger and sorrow,
A strong spirit, stern, calm remains.

You're forgiven, my child,
You aren't among restless souls.
Called you are to curse back if cursed.
One day, maybe I'll learn,
I had to, for the sake of my soul.

Playful net, a miracle made,
Desperate chords expressing live feelings.
All those who have once felt the same feel;
My God, rest their souls, still forgiving.
A heart strong, in hell, no more living.

For that something better well deserved!

May you be forgiven
And have a good fresh start.

Said to be imperfect,
But perfectly created.

She danced on the waves,
She swinged on the waves
Of perfection

Then one Day came back to see all your perfect Children.

You were always all superior
In your acts of living,
That's why I preferred my ways better.

I have poured rivers of tears,
Remained with filth and some miracle
To help me recover my faith...

I Have been putting back together
Pieces of work
But evil and awfulness must go together
You killed me
For your filth had to survive.
Clean her
Clean her somehow
Of the worse
You will not love
And not because ugly or too beautiful
But because of the filth you made her of...

When everything you do is a mistake
You know it's over,
Where is my heart now, my soul,
I said I sold it but now I know what a great liar I am,
Running for salvation, looking for a way out of hell.

Where is my love-life?
I probably imagined everything that was,
Everything that is,
I watch you grow and live,
Running for salvation when put down by your pride.

Decision desperate to reach heavens,
I was told that one must first go through hell.
Well, where do you think I was?
I watched you live the extraordinary
Imagining myself there.

Where is my friend now?
I hope not lost, they needed a good life just like I do,
I watch you grow wiser and wiser every day,
And I can't have enough of it,
Running for salvation, she was right,
I must be looking for the light.

I have become a nobody
And that is not a shame,
That is an opportunity,
My opportunity to leave behind all the pain,
Rid myself of the burden or learn how to carry the load
With the ease of photons gliding on the rods of solar loom,
Explosions having sunlight pass through thick air,
Hit grounds and products of their existence-manifests,
Cast Shadows over surfaces exposed, Surf with the aliens, walk with the man,
With the moon and stars and planets a movement
Spiralling to expand the sheet of paper that's a Universe asking to collide, intersect, take a glance at...
A parellel...
Our
Cosmic DNA

There will be that time taking us
To the knowledge of the right thing to do,
To the knowledge of the heart we need,
To the knowledge of the mindset.
Everyone seems to be there:
Some are mean, some are kind, some are grateful and some funny as Hell.

I love my people having fun being funny as Hell.
It is there where we can have the fun we want,
It is there where we can see some fun
Think a little thought of free
Out of the mindless jobs imposed,
Thinking clearer.

And rain if you want, from the clouds!
Dear Dragons,
To you.
Love.

Mua

Tell me the story of that Page you treasured more,
In that book of your life that didn't mean but
A drop in the oceans of pages filled with words and tears,
Images to rest our souls with.

Tell me all that story of your youth, lost hours In words,
Feelings adorned with the explorations of shapes
Moving you on the abstract waves of games,
Thinking of that first Page in the origamy-heart-book you designed
To impress a sad Old child.

God! What has become of these Dragons!
They must be remembering good times of a Fry,
We were told extinct
A species surviving through space and time as a memory,
The memory of great.

That filth must have meant something to you.
It meant a lot to me...
It told me to wear the Mask of my inner wars with pride.
It told me to wear the Mask of my suffering with pride.
I was almost there... Almost there where I wanted...
Never say never?
Then what can we say?
Are there Words in our dictionaries one cannot say...?

You keep me alive,
Your passion, your soul,
The flame of your heart, bright,
The light in you, inspiring!

Love of my life, we had our wonderful times,
Now we're reliving our best decisions,
Times of sorrow, times of suffering,
All gone... there's nothing but happiness
We seek...
There's nothing but happiness to find here!
All this for the deserving.

And never cared about anything and anyone else in the world.

You can live the ******* wanted!
Be the **** and stars and chickens
and cows and everything you want.
You may believe in the ******* want.
I'm out of this. Your fights all in vain.
You keep trying to punish me more,
Curse me with the same crap or even worse.
Why don't you just go to a ****,
You frustrated ******* and *****?
I prepared something nice for you,
All bearable and good to be lived.

'Don't even want to hear about your
wishes to **** me up and offer me goods
I should then Kiss your ***** for
And get even worse ******
By your lousiest pieces of ****!
The kind you'd just love to see me be
For the sake of your personal Victory, worship of ******* and *****
Fighting for what was never but theirs to live and love.
'Love?'
Oh, well... Trouping and fighting to **** all the good they can find
For the Milk and honey,
Greens and funny things
Their ***** need...
Enjoy All your sorrow!
You gladly helped us get all that!

You can live the ******* wanted!
I'm out of here.

"My warrior, don't leave me!
She said, her heart in tears,
Her eyes with shines of wonderful surprise
All wrapped in fright."

" Don't worry, my great love,
I Will be back sooner than you can spell
Ivory Tower. "

"Oh, but I want to move!"

"Please, dear! It's for the best. Do trust me!"

"Oh, but I refuse, solanellely!"

"Then I will have to leave with a heart too sorrowed..."

As Missy watched the film tare down
Her heart of plastic wrap
Hanging above the TV set ideas started float
Around her hearts all left to hang above
Without a hope.

A day in town, away from the crowd,
Paying a visit to an aunt.
Return back home after Tea...
A ladies beauty spa, a New Cafe and... one *** shop: she enters:
- Hello! Do you have any metal *******?
.....

What you see is what you aren't,
But embellishes your soul,
Makes you help and grow,
Helps you make and grow
The life you wanted.
And if it's hatred that you need so be it!
Just, be careful what you do!
My friend.