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We’re standing together now, under the light of our winter moon.
Standing proud, for the love we will share begins soon.
I see your face, shining, with that certain celestial light.
You’ve brought back my hope to glow eternally bright.
Unattested, you have answered my call; all I’ve been praying.
And I’ll always cherish this peace and the love you’ve been saying.
You’ve filled the gaps, sitting idly inside my heart.
It’s been longing for you, all this time we’ve been apart.
I will cherish this life we’ll have, so you can be closer to me.
And for the greatness, we’ll share, growing endlessly.
I want nothing more than to face this all, together.
And the chance we have to start our “happily ever after.”

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Acum stăm împreună, sub lumina lunii noastre de iarnă.
Stând mândru, pentru dragostea pe care o vom împărtăși începe curând.
Îți văd fața, strălucind, cu acea anumită lumină cerească.
Mi-ai adus înapoi speranța de a străluci etern luminos.
Neatestat, mi-ai răspuns apelului; tot ce m-am rugat.
Și voi prețui întotdeauna această pace și dragostea pe care ai spus-o.
Mi-ai umplut golurile, stând în inima mea.
Mi-a fost dor de tine, în tot acest timp am fost separați.
Voi prețui această viață pe care o vom avea, astfel încât să puteți fi mai aproape de mine.
Și pentru măreția pe care o vom împărtăși, crescând la nesfârșit.
Nu vreau altceva decât să fac față tuturor, împreună.
Și șansa pe care o avem de a începe “fericit pentru totdeauna.”
English and Romanian
Jeremy Todd Jan 2014
It's nice out.
I am alone here but
that's just alright. I
don't really mind missing
out on the rest of the world.
I can watch from a window
the child's happiness when
daddy comes home, or the teenager
who slams the door and walks down the road
in unattested anger. I sit here, in my mind,
wondering how I got here and how I
will leave. And so it goes.
I have always said "I don't mind
being alone, I just hate being
by myself."
Rooh Nov 2017
Here today, I see no wind above the horizon
That once had the will to fleet and stun all lives.

I am on my porch standing with my arms wide open,
To utmost nothingness but a faded sillage.

Urged to the weakness of my will to see a phantom,
That glided through cries and flattered its vanity.

I murmured not long before a beam pierced through,
To unravel a bend within the passage I nearly sunk into.

How an unspoken tale yearns to be heard,
By eyes that flipped through its pages recklessly,

But Oh! Crying out to the unsighted, would they hear
My words abounded with stillness?

Hanging onto unwoven threads of hope, is it true
That I would plummet to an endless descent?

Clenching my fists around an unattested spar,
Will I have my footprints marked again on home?
Annees Mar 2021
In the brief light of dusk
Without razers or swords
Unarmed they are feeling
The stealing of delightful charm
Suddenly their experiences feel surprisingly numb
Like a dried flower I saw in a dump

They are reviving my past life with out-of-date style
Having worn out my shoes
Feeling clusstered and forcing dues
No solitary glances no bedroom pop just blues

Blaming the energy not themselves
irrelevant they find that unattested mess
The knot has an edge and it's crystal
How to be close yet distant
May everything they love
and value remain  
And not be nimble and instant
And worsen the stain

Making an effort is effortless
Often to be uncertain is harmless
sometimes coursing is to bless
Inside the fiction of their own creation
Reality never lives up to the imagination
Breathing in breathing out
They messed up they shout

Nation is nothing and identity is key
Fair is an arbitrary concept to be
Nobody talks nice and zero is the measure of average success
Death is hard to comprehend and easy to address  

Proceeding to cry becomes rough
The stimuli is not enough
No water in the sea means no salt
Without a neon colour his head is bald
When the angle is bad the painter adapts
Laugh from your lungs just dust out the bugs

Hurtful commentary about a duck and a dog
about a crooked grandma who's drinking nog
About a man writing letters inside a log
Wishing they utterly disolved in the fog.
Dan Hess Jul 2019
Inconsequentially manifested
Proliferated; undefined, and unattested
Regurgitated, made to be insanity
-indeed- a redigested infrastructure
cannot save humanity
We have to be a family
To make our own prosperity
be proud to be what you refuse to see in you and me
And I can't breathe,
it's overwhelming to believe
what we achieve without further discretion,
no obvious direction,
time showing a reflection of infection
or a massacre or maybe just old age
but when we age we get weaker
and feel deeper
think we were more before
but I can see what we become
is an example of our past.

Who makes you who you are if you're always changing?
And where would you be without yourself?
What comes after death?
And is there a heaven or hell?
Or just a system of realities which are constantly rearranging?
And is there god?
What is the mind, and what are the odds that we exist as such intelligent creatures?
And what does life teach?
How do you define importance?
What does waging war solve?
There really are no answers; even while we're curing cancer countless lives are being lost.
And at what cost?
And where's the man in charge of all the death?
Where's my cut of the check?
Where are these dreams I was promised?

— The End —