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Diana C Jan 2014
I found a door that never opens,
        And a room no one could see.
I found a sun that never sets,
       And a heart that beats for me.

I lost myself in the background,
       And my thoughts in the sunlight.
I lost a friend when i found you,
       But that's ok, our love is true.

For all of you who lost and found,
      For all of you who hit the ground,
Remember, none of these is true.
      It's an illusion, just like you.
      ( Yes, you're an illusion too...)
Diana C Jan 2017
I like being alone
Sometimes,
When I like pretending
It doesn´t bother me that much.

Then I thought
''Hey, the world is a telly
And I have the remote control.''
But that thought vanished as I looked outside
At the icy kingdom of winter
And the rought whispers of cold wind
Told me I´m stuck here.

Yet maybe this is just a phase,
A way of the nature forcing me
To live alone for a little while...
I don´t know, and maybe I´ll never find out.

But I do know that once you´ll be back
It will all go away.
I don´t know if it´s gonna be because
I´ll magically conquer all my fears and insecurities,
Magically forget and ignore all my urges to be out there,
Somewhere else where something usual can surprise me.
Or if I´ll just settle my mind
And concentrate on our love, our life, our routine.
I don´t know, no matter how many times you´ll ask me.

Maybe you can tell me
Or at least teach me how to listen to my mind and heart.
I hear them speaking out loud,
Screaming sometimes in the night
But it´s all gibberish to me.

Find me a path
Give me a pair of legs
Teach me how to walk
And I´ll make history.

But until you can find me all these things
Don´t be surprised if I´ll sit here forever
Because God knows I can´t help myself.

Yes, I think I´m being unreasonable too.
*DC, 2017
Diana C Jun 2015
Take me...
Take me now and
Push me against the wall
And kiss me like you mean it
And don't let me go.
Hold on to me
Just for a little bit
And take a moment
To look into my eyes
And if you won't see anything
Look away
And I'll dissapear into the darkness
But if you'll see a spark in them
I'll get naked of all my sins and shame
And you'll be the first to see me the way I really am.
I will then take your hand and run it
All over my body
And you'll like it
Because I'll like it
And I'll smile
And you'll laugh.
Then we'll kiss.
You'll kiss my eyes
And my lips.
You'll kiss my neck
And I'll bite yours.
                                            DCimpean
     ­                                                 2015
Diana C Jun 2015
Freedom is all I have sometimes.
The freedom to walk
or run or to just stay.
The freedom to talk,
to cry or to laugh.
The freedom to love you
or to hate you
or to feel both at the same time.
The freedom to travel around the universe
and never return back to Earth.
I shouldn't have said that,
Now I feel scared...
The freedom to be scared.
The freedom to trust,
the freedom to care
and the freedom to fail.
The freedom to learn
or to fail again.
        DCimpean
              2015
Diana C Jun 2015
I looked for you...
I looked for you
In every flower
Or star
In every night club
Or bar.

I looked for you...
I looked for you
In every stranger
I'd kiss
In every old friend
I'd miss.

I looked for you...
I looked for you
In every hour
I waste
In every problem
I faced.

I looked for you...
I looked for you
In every bottle
Of beer
In every growing
Fear.

I looked for you...
I looked for you
In every cigarette
I smoked
In every moment
I joked.

I looked for you...
I looked for you
But what
I have found
Is much better
Than how it might sound.

I looked for you...
I looked for you,
You never appeared
And once I stopped looking
My mind got cleared.

I looked for you...*
I had to stop looking
To realise that
Myself was the one
I was desperate to find.
               DCimpean
                         2015
Diana C Jan 2014
Just seeing you breaks my nerves,
twists my soul
and leaves me breathless.
Whisper little nothings in my ears
and i'll worship you forever.
Just call my name
and i'll never leave you again.
Just touch me and i'll go crazy.
Kiss me... i'm already dead.
Diana C Dec 2014
My mother used to hate me. Shortly after she found out she was pregnant with me she started to hate me. She tried to get an abortion, but I wouldn't die. She tried to vacuum me out but I just wouldn't let go... She was late 5 days on her due day , 'cause i just wouldn't leave. She hated me all the way out of her ******, through the ****** and finally out. She hated breastfeeding me, she hated putting me to sleep and changing my diapers. She hated the day i said my first word, "mama", she cursed the day i started to walk. She hated going to my kindergarten recitals, she hated all the contests I won in grade school. As I finished the 8th grade, I left and I moved to a big city with my sister, for grater education and a better life. She didn't say a word before I left, nor the following weeks. Papa was crushed, she lived happily... Until one day, three months later. I was on my way to school, when, in front of the building I saw papa and her. She looked awful. As she saw me she started crying and ran to me. She hugged me and kissed me for minutes, as she kept saying "I love you so much...I'm so sorry...I missed you so much...". Papa said she didn't eat, she couldn't sleep for weeks and she was devastated. I went upstairs with them, I laid her on my bed and she fell asleep in my arms, shivering and whispering, with big tears running down her pale chin...She never woke up... I love you, mama...
                                                        ­                                             DCimpean
                                                        ­                                                       2014
I have some mentions to make first. This is not a poem, so if anyone finds it inappropriate for this site, please notice me and I'll take it down. Also, if there are any mistakes in the spelling of some words, please tell me, because my mother tongue is not english. Thank you and enjoy!
Diana C Jun 2015
I love the smell of rain.
It's the smell of life,
of renaissance,
of nature in all its glory.
Sometimes i just stand outside,
in the plain rain,
and let it wash my body
and my mind,
let it cleanse my soul
and wash away my shame and sins.
And I just stand there, thinking.
Thinking about the universe,
thinking about the beautiful nature that surrounds us,
sometimes even thinking about you.
Sometimes I laugh.
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I can't feel anything but the rain.
                                                           ­                                  DCimpean
                                                        ­                                               2014
This is an older work of mine, and it was originally wrote as a monologue and I just recently decided to make it public as a poem. It was written in a very special period of time in my teenage life, after experiencing love for the first time. It was just a beautiful rain outside and I considered it deserved a little more admiration, so I put my feelings into words. Hope this speakes to someone else there too. It's about fascination just as much as numbness, gratitude and self awareness and acceptance.
Diana C Jun 2015
All together we will fall,
Doesn't matter- our size,
Strong we are when we're alone.
Only by ourselves we'll rise.*
DCimpean
2015
Diana C Jun 2015
Start today: SOMETHING THAT SCARES YOU.
The dark... ?
No.
Light!
Light scares me.
You can see everything in the light so clearly.
Darkness is my friend.
Diana C Jun 2015
Blood is the colour of innocence- not white.
Diana C Jun 2016
Face the world and say goodbye
In this madness I will die.

Face your mom and face your lover
Do it before they’ll discover.

Face yourself  ‘fore it’s too late
Only you decide your fate.

I will leave and not come back
I ‘ll tie a rope against my neck
I’ll say goodbye
I’ll probably cry
And then, I’ll die.
Diana C Dec 2014
There once was a little boy that did not fear anything. He never knew what being afraid felt like. He kept thinking about it, and he started to think that he might not be normal, so one day he looked his mother in the eyes, with the biggest amount of sadness the eyes of a 9 years old could hold, and he asked her: Mom, what if I'll never fear anything? Would it be so bad? She smiled and took him in her arms and said:You would be the luckiest man alive. but sadly, my dear, fear is gonna find its way to your heart sooner or later. Wheather it would be after your first real love, and you'll be just frightened to lose her, or after the first time your heart has been broken and you'll fear you'll never find anyone as good as her, and you probablynever will, or after years of trying to make best out of it, when just hearing her name brings tears to your eyes and chills to your skin and you realise that that's not the best you could get you of it...Oh, my dear son, I hope you'll never fear anything... As she stopped talking, she looked at him. But it was too late, he was already still and cold.
        *Death never spares the brave ones...
I have some mentions to make first. This is not a poem, so if anyone finds it inappropriate for this site, please notice me and I'll take it down. Also, if there are any mistakes in the spelling of some words, please tell me, because my mother tongue is not english. Thank you and enjoy!
Diana C Jun 2015
The cloud inspired me,
So I left.
I left without even telling you
And maybe I upset you
Or maybe not.
The thing is that once you leave
You never go back.
You walk, you run or fly
Towards him, towards her, towards them,
Towards us.
But wait.
We do not exist anymore.
We do not exist ever since I gave you a part of me
And left
Because the clouds inspired me.
But I took a part of you too.
A small souvenir.
A string of hair,
A drop of spit
Or a bruise.
Don't worry,  it doesn't hurt
And I know you have them too.
I saw them,
I felt them,
I caressed them
And I loved them.
This poem was originally wrote in my mother tongue,  Romanian and was then, only recently translated in English, so it could be shared with a bigger amount of people.  I hope you like it, it has a very special meaning to me, as I wrote it about a man who, let's just say was in the right place at the right time... too bad he wasn't really the right person. Anyway, rejection happens to all of us, but so does love. Keep a positive attitude and never give up. Thank you for your support and for making time to read this.

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