Leapsa (I helped myself)

Nume: Ana

Câteva cuvinte (din 4 litere? neah.): androgin, arpagic, ascetic, aplicat, analfabet, amfetamine:>

Numele unui băiat: Andrei, Ahile:>, Aristotel, Aristide, Agamemnon

Numele unei fete: Ana(duh), Alia, Arwen, Ariel, Arizona, Apple, Addison, Ashley, Arya

O ocupaţie: alimentator de vise:>

O culoare: azul:D, alb

Ceva ce o să porţi în viitorul apropiat: a...muleta?

Un nume de mâncare/ingredient: artichoke, (ginger) ale

Ceva ce găseşti în baie: Algocalmin

Un loc: Amazon

Un motiv pentru întârziere: Aiureala

Ceva ce ai urla: Ah.

Un titlu de film: Amityville, A Clockwork Orange, A History of Violence, A Bug's Life, About a Boy, A Streetcar Called Desire

Ceva de băut: A...a...apa de izvor (mai repede ca mor)

Un grup muzical: AC/DC, Aerosmith

Un animal: African Wild Dog, Asian Elephant, Anoa


Un nume de stradă: Armata Populara, Ateneului, Agricultori, Aviatorilor


O marcă de maşină: (L)Amborghini, (Tr)Abant.


Titlul unei melodii: A Kind of Magic, A Thousand Miles, A Thousand Kisses Deep

Fly, fly, birdie, fly towards Cony & Betzy...:)

Journey to the Past

There’s a desert on my heels
A cemetery where I’ve lost my wheels,
Where a full mausoleum lies built and bare.
Emptiness has paid money to be buried there.

I’m flying over a path
Scouting for a place to take a bath.
I smell like a rotten grave
Off I need unhappy bones to shave.

Before touring the graveyard
I lived in a peacock land
And fell in love with a bard.
All that has now turned to sand.

Now I’m just wandering,
Preying for a home.
I’m just circling -
I’ll make do with a ruined dome.

But there’s this twinge
In my spleen:
I’m tired, and have many things seen,
And fear makes me cringe.

But I secretly long to once more be part
Of a land’s soul, of a mountain’s heart.
I wish once more to find pride
Flourishing on my back hide.

I’d like to be tall,
Forget what it’s like to die and fall,
And worst of all:
Bat my wings against a wall.

So there’s hope in my veins
That I’ll one day hold the reins
To a green, gold land, and sing
A silly, tuneless tune, next to my King.

The Shieldmaiden

My dress is made
Of broken feelings and rejected doorways
Sleeves cut by a silver blade,
Sewn together while the tailor prays.

My jewellery is cold,
Which is perfectly normal
Or so I was told.
It's still icy and formal.

I have dancing shoes
With soles of lead
That make me feel like I've nothing to lose
And other times make me feel dead.

But inside this corset
I burst open with the warmth
Of a rising sunset
And twist like a whirlwind of mirth and gloomth.

My hair is filled with madmen
And the dew of long lost songs.
Why do you not see me then?
I even have golden silver prongs.

I suppose it's my fault, too
I was too wrapped up in silk
To remember you
And your words that solidify like milk.

Yet I enjoy my vaporous cage
It's a safe shore
A dungeon for my rage
It keeps me wanting more.

In freedom I would choke
I'd be too naked to know what to do
Without the warmth of my tight cloak
I'd be too close to you.

And you, however benevolent
Are foreign and strange
Separate, frightehing prevalent
My defences you would shift and change.

And I'm afraid.

So I choose crumpled fashion
To shield me
I clothe it in passion
To avoid that dreaded "We".

A collectivity that would become me
Haunt, bewitch and suffocate
With white lover's arms, you see
The very ego and force it was supposed to create.

Burlesque

Clowns spitting rain
Wounds of the sword
Humid vengeance drain
Thus the word is slain.

And as it died in writhing pain
Form dragged along its rusted chain
At the end of which lay unfolded
The canvas of feelings often molded

Into chaos.

I hereby enter the world of plaster
And welcome the flat magic of the acrylic spell-caster.
I steal Rigoletto’s sounding hat
And I, too become flat.

Baroque flowers choke me
As I see the passing rainbow carriage
Of the curly marquis
Who is heading towards marriage

With a tree, you see.

The alabaster tree
Stands shorter than me
She winks her leaves, you see
And waves away the bowing of the bee.

Her vibrant still life
Cuts the canvas like a knife
Yet for all her boldness and my strife
I could not see her as his wife.

She wore a dress of pure sky
Wherein encrusted pieces of organs lie
And feathers of birds that cannot fly
And beads, and nectar, even rye.

The wedding party was a crowd
As numerous as they were loud
Silently they were stuck
From the willowy elephant to the blinking duck

To a painting.

And with lacquered shoes and booming trumpets
Each dreaming of the feast of crumpets
We cascaded down the boulevard
‘Twas a true event, recorded by a bard.

They have no churches there, you see
So ignorant are you, like me
They have the sand, the shore
And the dry, salty sea.

And our wedding party stopped still
As by a God or madman’s will
We waited for the lover pair
To jump off the cliff, into the air.

And as his curls flew into her leaves
I knew it was time to take my leave
So I sprinted down the dusty relief
And took flight upon a crazy belief

That I will survive.

Crashing down came I
Along with the dress, the beads and rye
And all the wedding party was to die
A burlesque, indecent death

That madness always keeps nigh.

Totem

Because a lonely wolf
On an Indian highway
Waiting for the sun to go grey
Is such a cliché.

The end of the knot
Is where my ideas got caught
And remained doomed
As the grey sun loomed.

The desert sand was on fire
The wind threw its dusty spine higher
Offering strokes of glitter
To the morose flame-spitter.

I think in rhymes
Patterns and dimes
I hear chimes
I smell unoriginal limes.

I dream pictures
I have seen before
And sprout blisters
When I get sore.

I see my reflection
And it tells the truth
It is my deflection
That within bears root

Of all creation
And thus I pray
That some constellation
Upon my crown lay.

Shifting to the Wind of You

There are prices we must pay,
And routes that become our way;
But I wish today
To be the tree that does not sway.

And even if death is nigh,
Even if I end up falling in the sky,
Even ended with a sigh,
My hopes and dreams forever will be high.

And I shan't let waves break me
I shan't dance for everyone to see.
I hope one day to grasp the key
That opens the door and lets me be.

I dream, I sweat, I scream, I pray
I hope to God I do not sway
But I'd lie and kill anyday
If only you could stay.

As under your hand I lay
Knowing that I'll act your way
Pushed by uniformity's deforming ray
I wished you loved me anyway.