Stef Devid Alexandru

Stef Devid Alexandru Sep 2016

Debut

You know what I think is cool,
To allow me join you here too.
I wish to have some great works to express,
I am really not here to impress.
Poetry is my hidden & seek,
Often I find myself in between these,
Treasures are here to keep,
Respectfully I ask to read,
Not because I'am cheap,
What is written must be seen.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

Stef Devid Alexandru Sep 2016

You're admirable, And you're desirable.

My neighbor who lives next door to me,
For many years I was blind to see,
What a good friend she can be.

We hang out pretty much every week,
And when we do we act like freaks,
Because she is a happy crazy little girl,
So glad you let me in your friendship world.

I really miss your presence,
The way I miss my shoes,
I wish that we could visit,
And catch up on the news.

Since we can't do that often,
It Feels like I am forgotten,
Cause’ You’re bussy like a bee,
Always to stick your needle in me.

As we reflect on our situation,
We hope that this communication,
Will ease the tension in the air,
And show we understand and care.

When I don’t answer to your call,
You come to climb up my wall,
Without fearing you might fall,
That’s how sweet you are and all.

Whenever I am feeling blue,
My thoughts always turn to you,
You can cure any moody-****** day,
With your funny ways and words that sway.

I love to hear you sing,
I get goosebumps on my skin,
Your voice knocks up my heart,
With style from martial-art.

If we were in a competition for friendships,
Definitely we would get a gold,
Because creativity and cleverness,
Are the keys we hold.

Your friendship its like a magnet,
It pulls us back together,
Because no matter what I seem to do,
I am keep getting closer to you.

Written in a poem all the things I miss,
If you are my friend, please answer me this,
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.

I cannot sit and talk with you,
The way we used to,
So brew yourself a cup of tea,
I'll think of you, you think of me.

You can call me day and night,
Pretty much whenever you feel like,
It doesn’t matter what I do,
I will always make time for you.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

This poem its based on a true-real friendship. The one you kind of get once or maybe two in a life-time.

Stef Devid Alexandru Sep 2016

Nuclear Fusion 55

When we first met,
Thought of you as a threat.
A brown galaxy in your eyes,
I stared at you on full-size.

I discovered the first dimension of universe;
And I looked up in a straight line,
There was another house near mine.

2nd dimension of universe;
There you were,
The girl next door.

Third dimension warned me on,
I can’t waste time any more,
I have to come and say Hello.
“Hey you”
Youngest star from our town.

Fourth dimension revealed more;
Pretty little neighbor.
I took her palm to look for signs,
All I could see was a constellation in her lines.
Your brightest star is still quite far,
Cause’ I been smoking devil's cigar.

Always orbiting around your hair,
To nowhere floating in despair,
You almost left me without air,
But I simply didn’t care.

Fifth dimension established our similarities,
Books lovers and music addicts likewise.

A sixth dimension of universe;
It's possible to become best friends,
A friendship that may never end.

Seventh dimension gives me access,
To pick up your wedding dress,
To all your secrets and your big dreams,
You’re gonna be a Judo teacher,so it seems.

The eight dimension of universe ;
Now we know too much about each others,
Even though we came from different mothers.
We are infinite.

Through ninth dimension;
We compare our lives,
Wishing If we could start all over.
Would it be all different or all the same ?
Darling,you call me many times insane.

The tenth and final dimension,
We arrive at the point in which,
Everything possible and imaginable is covered.

All was said and done,
Defined by who we are,
What we could have been,
And what we thought it should have.

Beyond this,
Nothing can be imagined by us,
Two lowly mortals in this big Universe.

I wish I could travel back in space-time,
So I can see you again for the first time.

You were like a moon,
Always gone too soon…*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

I am very opened to any cricticism. I would like to hear of what might be wrong or any others grammar errors. I do encourage feedback of any kind.
Its not an excuse but english isn't my native language.

Stef Devid Alexandru Sep 2016

Describe Me

I built a wall around me,just to be safe.
Never let anyone to get too close.
Some people manage to break it,
Now they are forever in my heart.
I love kids, I think the little ones are adorable,
Yet I don’t wanna have any.
I appreciate women,
Though I rarely show it.
I like Romantic,
but I rejected it,
when it comes my way.
Music inspires me,
Poetry does too,art is beautiful.
Johnny Cash,Taylor Swift are some of my favorites,
They are both great playing with guitars.
I like to read in quiet,books are amazing,
Romance and Classics, definitely!
I like being alone,
Yet I am dying for a little company,
The right one.
Little gestures creates magic,
And makes time elapse slower.
Don’t believe me ?
Have her palm and play with it.
Stars are dazzling,
Moon is gorgeous,
It always reminds me of someone.
So mysterious,bright and pretty,
And so so far away…
She asked me if I know,
In every year,
Moon it's moving,
Inches away from the Earth,
She was right about that,
Thats why she hated this metaphore,
Now we are forever apart,
The more we get in touch,
The more we loose touch.
Photography,God I love to take pictures!
But never wanted to be seen in any of them,
To seize the moment,
That’s why I’ve got a camera.
I love to take shots of things,
And the people I adore.
Pictures will live forever,
And will last longer than us.
The best thing about a picture,
Is that it never changes,
Even when the people in it do.
I don’t believe in God,
But I hold on into hope.
I love hats, I have just one,
One I have shared it with a dear friend,
I have to admit,it suits perfect both of our heads.
I dream a lot,about everything,
Tomorrow maybe it will be about you.
You’ll never know.
Reality is not always so nice.
But we get through.
So I love running,
I have a bad heart condition,
But that doesn’t stop me,
I feel more alive when I run.
One day I will go to Paris,
Now I am just imagining it in my head
As I am drawning it on my paper.
Some drink beers, others drink coffee,
Me ? I am just enjoying a cup of warm tea.
I remember Oscar Wilde once said ;
“Women are meant to be loved not understood”
I disagree with that,
They can be understood,
If we would just listen,
Instead,we put our suits on “Mr. Solves Everything”
And we come up with solutions,lots of them
When a woman all she really wants is a hug,
And perhaps to be heard.
We shall listen to understand,not to respond.
I dont know much about love,I honestly don’t
But I do know this ; Love them as human beings,
And not as some kind of throphy or some object.
She is a treasure which can be easily lost,
If not treated her right,
Be kind and gentle,
Who cares if a woman is running late,
If she is wearing red lipstick,
Just for you.
She is delicate and soft,
Just for you.
Appreciate her,
Cherish her,
Or someone else will.
Men are cold by nature,
Until women melt their hearts out.
We ignore the ones who like us,
We like the ones who ignore us,
We Love the ones who hurt us
And We hurt the ones that love us
We are stupid that way,
So am I writing this cheap poem.
We are still learning things,
You are learning how to love
And I am still learning to write.
Writing is like having ***,
First you do it for love,
Then you do it for your lover,
And then you do it for money.
I am a writer,anything you say or do,
May be used in a story.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©
29 Noiembrie 2015

I am very opened to any cricticism. I would like to hear of what might be wrong or any others grammar errors. I do encourage feedback of any kind.
Its not an excuse but english isn't my native language.

Stef Devid Alexandru Sep 2016

The Red Box

One day a girl came across a box,
With secrets she could not unlock,
Which now sits in the perfect spot,
Its not too big, but neither small enough,
So what can it be inside this box ?

Patricia had too much curiosity,
She looks with much generosity,
She was told not to open it up,
All she can do is,
To admire this tiny box.

Do you think it’s a simple  box ?
One who can have a red fox,
Or just my ***** red socks,
She is still wondering what's inside that box.

In a box,
Are secrets  untold,
Some are new,
And some are old.

To reach inside ,
And read my mind,
The thoughts I've
Not yet left behind.

If material is what you seek,
Then, Honey this place is surely bleak,
Void of gold and shimmering jewels,
Filled only with words and books.

There lies your lonely box,
It has no doors  and no locks,
And on the walls, a million clocks,
Who torment you with ceaseless tocks.

Hidden in the depths of my soul,
Locked tightly with codes,
Break the seal and you will see,
How magic just one box can be.

And on her door I lightly knock,
And to her  I softly talk;
Honey,it’s time to open your box.

The moment is dazzling in the sky,
And that I won't decline,
The chance to be open,
The chance to be kind.

In words I can't find,
Nor I can describe,
While you still wonder what its inside,
Genuine thought strikes my mind ;
"Lets open it up"*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

PS : For those who wonders,she really really liked the content of that box. ;)

I am very opened to any cricticism. I would like to hear of what might be wrong or any others grammar errors. I do encourage feedback of any kind.
Its not an excuse but english isn't my native language.

#love #friendship #mistery

Stef Devid Alexandru Sep 2016

Mysterious girl

Pretty is how she looks,
And passionate of books.
This girl is nothing like you ever met,
Rare and sweet like a latin alphabet.
Inteligent she is,
Caring too.
I think she is allergic to pine, a radical sign.
And her name is the first letter of each line.

PS : Dedicated to someone who wonders if I’m writing about her.
I am.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

#love #friendship

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