#oneyear
Un an de când am trăit
Fiecare pas într-un loc îndreptat
De unde nu te-ai mai mișcat
Și cățelușii, doar eu i-am plimbat
Un an de când nu ne-ai poftit
La masă, in memoria ta intristat
Acum eu la alții am dat
Și de băut, și de mâncat
Un an de când nu ne-am zâmbit
Multă lume m-a îmbrațișat
Numele tău se ivi menționat
Și tu nu, în mod repetat
Un an de când ai murit
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 5:28 AM UTC
Precious seconds fill the void of time
For every second that goes by
One month has passed
And only eleven more
Before the end.
Do you just sit there
Waiting to be consumed,
Or do you feel life
In every second that passes?
Either way your time is limited.
Are you here?
Are you present in this moment,
Or is the passing of time something that happens to you?
What did you eat for breakfast last monday?
Do you even remember this morning?
Don’t let these precious seconds slip by,
Just because they’re not tied to precious memories.
Because the seconds with the people you love,
And the ones passed in the monotony of the day to day,
Are all the same length,
And each is an equal step forward
To the last second you get to spend.
Wilting is in our nature;
It's a part of existence
But the wilting bud left unbloomed
Leaves no greater waste
Of beautiful minds.
Sprout and let your roots
Plant deep
But let your heart show
That what you keep to yourself,
Doesn’t need to be uprooted
To be shown.
Just because the sky breathes
Winter through the clouds,
Doesn’t mean the sun
Isn’t shining behind them’
Don’t let yourself wilt
Just because the sky gives an excuse.
Existential horror.
The dread of being on a conveyor belt,
Taken somewhere you don’t know,
Your destination far away or around the corner,
With no power to slow down or stop.
Now or later,
We all reach the destination we’re bound for,
So why waste another moment,
Staring blankly down,
In attempts to deny you’re going anywhere?
Look up,
And join us as we face the end with hope.
334 more days.
334 more opportunities to live instead of simply not dying.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
It takes a year,
for the pain to leave my veins,
for the memories of you to fade,
for the cuts in my soul to heal,
for the rhythm of my heart to change when I’m around you,
to forget your touch on my mind,
to forgive the universe for meeting you,
to live life like you and me had never happened.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
And its one year since our break up,
I hope that every morning when you wake up you don't think about me
I hope that every morning when you're in your bed you don't wait for my good morning wishes
I hope that every morning when you get confused you don't miss me for choosing the color of your dress
I hope that every morning when you eat your breakfast you don't care about whether or not i had mine.
I hope that every afternoon when you get bored you don't miss talking to me
I hope that every afternoon when you
need a little motivation you don't need my stupid motivational speech anymore to get motivated
I hope that every evening when you go for walk you don't miss holding my hand
I hope that every evening when you watch the sunset you don't need me to make you feel that you are more beautiful
I hope that every night when you need someone to share your feelings your heart doesn't call out my name
I hope that every night when you go to sleep you don't twist and turn in your bed and reread our old conversation
I hope that every night you have a reason to wake up for next day, A reason which isn't me.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
it has been a year without you. i never thought that i could make it. i always thought that i have to have you in order to survive but in this year without you through all the boys. lessons. tears and laughs i’ve learned that it’s okay to lose yourself sometimes because you’ll always find your way back to who you really are. this year without you has been hard and challenging. although it was mostly pain i still learned what love was and what love was not. love is not having to feel obligated to touch or kiss someone. love is not crying every night because they made you feel not good enough. love is not perfect and it certainly isn’t easy. love is something that comes to you whether it’s in the form of waves thunderstorms or sad songs you hear on the radio. it will come to you and when it does love will embrace you and hold you close. you cannot force love. love will breeze it’s way to you. you only need to be patient.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
ever since that august evening,
when our paths crossed,
everything in my old life changed,
my mornings became happy again,
my days grew bright,
no longer sleeping the days away without dreams.
learning to write words of love to you,
i spend my days through the seasons,
writing love songs for a dream,
throughout the seasons,
the cold of winter, words to warm your heart,
the scent of flowers and birds singing in the spring, words to make you smile,
the heat of summer, words to make you feel alive looking at the night sky,
the colorful leaves of autumn, words to help harvest your dreams.
east to west the sun travels,
knowing you are dreaming under the stars half a world away.
i fall asleep and dream,
of you and i together,
under a moonlit sky gazing in the soft moonlight,
letting us feel alive.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
One year ago today, Christina Grimmie was taken from us. I remember sitting in my best friend's room watching her videos and saying "How does she even hit those notes!?!?" And since then, I've been there with Christina every step of the way. From her first Twitter account, to Find Me, to winning the iHeartRadio contest. Even her Hannah Montana days. (Lol). When I discovered Christina, I was immediately inspired to become more like her music wise. I started singing more. I started playing piano more. I learned a whole bucketful of new instruments because she inspired me to. And then one day, she answered a snapchat and just kind of started replying to me. We weren't at all super close, but close enough. Not only was she an inspiration, she was kind enough to be a friend. This year has been a weird year for Team Grimmie. It's been very confusing. But I couldn't be more proud of Christina than I am right now. She's come so far, even after she passed. I'm so proud of you, girl.
Love, me.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
In just one year,
My life has changed,
I havent started over,
But ive been rearranged.
I thought that I loved,
But it was a lie,
and then it was over,
and I said goodbye.
Ive met new friends,
and lost old ones too,
They come and they go,
Like people always do.
Ive changed my outlook,
On God and on fate,
Ive lost some issues,
And ive gained some weight.
I tried alcohol,
Hard liquor and beer,
It cost me someone,
I held very dear.
Ive lived through some things,
That could have knocked me dead,
If it werent for someone,
Who had a level head.
Ive taken risks,
Despite my heart,
Ive felt my world,
Get torn apart.
I laughed so hard,
I rolled around,
In my pjs,
On the ground.
Ive missed some people,
Theyve missed me,
Ive seen some things,
I wish I could unsee.
My life has changed,
In just one year,
Ive been pushed away,
And drawn in near.
I didn't realize,
But now I see,
That all this change,
Is good for me.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
One year ago today
I gave something
To my best friend
But society says
He took it from me
That isn't true
It didn't matter
If he took it
Or I gave it
In that moment
I was happy
All those summer nights
Rolled together
While we became one
People say that
Alcohol taints things
Oh how they are wrong
That night was perfect
We started as friends
Came together
As so much more
Shared a bed
Yet left best friends
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Its length is known as “one year” by realists,
Also referred to as “anniversary” by idealists,
But “four seasons” is how I would like to call it
As with the passing of time I learn him bit by bit.
We met in front of Record Hall
On a rainy night and boy did I fall
For this one man named Timothy
Who approached me differently.
We first found each other online
But he was unlike the other swine
Looking for a body and easy ***
Trying to buy me with their checks.
Plus, he did not follow the ordinary formula
Like “coffee sometime?” which is just so blah;
Rather, he proved that he had read my profile
Attentively, so I imagined he must not be vile.
He did not mention or imply anything ******
So I started to credit him some trust accrual;
He opened us up by relating to my stories
And spoke smoothly with sarcastic ease.
I fell for his chivalry and charm
As well as his unstinted smarm,
His passion for engines and parts,
Never giving up until it all starts.
He won me over with his corny memes,
Matching weirdness, and future schemes;
His unfaltering boldness and fearlessness,
Manliness, and, in due course, closeness.
A spontaneous boy who does puzzles with me,
A romantic gentleman who invites me to the sea,
A free-spirited dude who is a spirits connoisseur,
An audacious chap who is a cooking amateur –
He has a nerdy side as he likes to figure things out.
He has a masculine side as he enjoys working out.
He has a brave side as he goes off-roading in his Jeep.
He has a sweet side as he pulls me closer in his sleep.
He slyly squeezes out my personal info
From myself and makes me go “Woah,”
As he discreetly plans adventurous trips
Which makes me want to ****** his lips.
He is not afraid or disinclined to reveal his worries.
He is not abashed to update me on his **** stories.
He was not nervous about exposing his cover letter.
He was not anxious about taking me to his mother.
Weight? He does not ask me to gain any or lose.
Change? He needs not fix or loosen my screws.
He takes me as I am, not as a mechanical robot.
He finds sufficiency in all that I do and have got.
He does not care that I wear makeup or look like a dude.
He does not complain that I take long to finish my food.
He disregards that I do not adhere to societal standards.
He discounts that I occasionally think and act backwards.
He makes me relax and loosen up in his presence;
He emits a homely atmosphere and is my defense.
Hell, we even start doing ***** lovey-dovey acts
Such as calling each other’s names in several packs.
He uses his witty senses to title my works,
Which, to other people, may stir up smirks,
But he does not give two ***** about them;
As long as we represent to each other, a gem.
We are compatible and agree in many manners;
We are avid Android users, not iOS supporters,
We take pleasure in dallying under the covers,
We enjoy mysteries and psychological thrillers.
We follow a handful of seasonal anime together
And we tend to swiftly marathon them altogether.
We even have our own convenient organization
In times when we watch anime together in elation.
He asks, “wanna watch” when there is an update
And picks a title; I agree and say “ready” and wait;
He says “go,” I thumb him, we watch simultaneously;
Then, whoever finishes first sends a thumb amiably.
He tries to pass time with me after work so demanding
So he sometimes falls asleep and leaves me hanging.
However, he impresses me in still choosing to be dutiful
All the while exhibiting humanness, which is beautiful.
I am pleased that we have similar likes and interests,
Glad that both tally with “real love will stand any tests,”
Blessed that both are open to expressing affection,
Thankful that we are looking in the same direction.
Even apart, I admire his strong patience,
Extending over many hours and nations!
Oh, I almost forgot – he is also tall and fit;
The more I think, he has it all – you name it!
The list of what I love about him keeps growing,
With things to cherish constantly overflowing;
I cannot expect more or imagine anyone better,
So I find myself dedicating to him this love letter.
Gosh, how I miss our sessions of wine and cheese,
Cinematic baths and interlacing, candlelit bodies,
Our woolgathering moaning and perspiring mess,
Many nameless moments and silent togetherness!
April 6, 2015, on OkCupid, he gave me a look;
April 11, 2015, he “friended” me on Facebook;
April 15, 2015, he suggested meeting up to study;
April 18, 2015, he dated me and became cuddly.
All this from last year… one year forward, today,
We are still together and have not gone astray –
As long-term and long-distance partners, we are
In the hardest, yet happiest, relationship by far!
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
One year.
It's been
one year
without you
down here;
One year
full of
sadness and grieving
and tears.
One year of
questions, disbelief
and acceptance.
One year,
and I've learned
to count my blessings.
One year -
I pray that wherever
the afterlife takes us,
well I hope
that's where you are
and I hope
you're happy there,
because we
sure as hell miss you
Here.
One year.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Truth be told
A year ago
I met this kinda quiet guy in Marching Band
Who seemed quite curious
But then one day
My friend and guardie
Said something quite unexpected
She was dating that kinda quiet kid
Now no one expected this to last at first
But the season ended
Then the end of the year came
When the new year started there they still stood
Eventually we saw how well he treats her
And accepted him as a permanent structure
No one can say a bad word about them
When they see the looks in their eyes
The love that radiates from them
Is something that we all strive for
But know there is a slim chance of finding
In high school as well as life
So all I have to say to these two love birds
Good luck & love always
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
365
Three simple numbers, a lot of meaning.
365 the number of freckles scattered over your body
365 the amount of times you told me you loved me in one day
365 the last 3 didgits of your cell number
365 the amount of times I watched your chest rise and fall until I fell asleep
365 the total ammount of days since you left
365 May no longer be the amount of freckles you have, she may have found one I missed
365 the amount of times you've said you loved her, it may have multiplied or tripled
365 no longer your last three digits, believe me I've checked
365 days of living without you
365 has tore me down and brought me to hell and back
365 no longer stands for the total number of days in a year
365 stands for how may days my heart has broken and how may times you've said goodbye
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC