A feeling for words – by Ioana Moldovan
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.”
If there comes a day when my eyes won't open anymore and the birds will sing my last few words, you will know there's no tomorrow only an endless day filled with sorrow. If tomorrow starts without me, know that I'm still here... dawn till dusk, in your light and in your shadow I'll carry... Citește în continuare →
I made a home out of a human which I’ve promised to my soul, never to go there and never to make a home. But I failed to do so, because somehow I deeply knew, he was the home of many painful years of searching... searching through sadness searching through madness. When finally got found... Citește în continuare →
Scratching and schratching my brain for a year-long mistake I made. Going back and forth through violent thoughts, thoughts so loud, so loud. Brain’s fighting its last cells to forgive the heart and ease the pain. Long-lost soul, once at the surface, now forever gone in circles. The mind is empty, but the heart is... Citește în continuare →
Crawling on a mirror with my eyes wide open, watching blood pouring over from my aching soul. Turning around to feel, to see the emptiness that’s left of me, to touch, to smell fresh blood flowing from my veins. Turning around to feel the warmth, that’s soon about to spread all over the rusty world.... Citește în continuare →
Life feels like a broken petal, cut in pieces on a rusted palm. Life feels like a drop in the ocean, far from the sun and deep enough to drown. Life feels like a lost note in an exquisite violin music sheet. Life feels like a fear of darkness, but darkness it’s life itself. Life... Citește în continuare →
Going backwards on a pungent rope, carrying weights that burst in flames when your feet start shaking and your mind starts tripping on an empty blooming grave. Going backwards on a cutting rope, breathing thoughts you used to avoid, feeling numb and blind for all the pain that never matched, all left burning in a... Citește în continuare →
You know you’re going THERE again when you stand tall, but you feel small, so small. So small that you could get lost between golden drops of rain. Get lost between your thoughts thoughts so big you need a telescope, cause you’re small so small. So small that you could reach up high and feel... Citește în continuare →
This world is full of laughter this world is full of tears, everything seems to be so happy, everything goes underneath the faces the smiles the broken eyes. Tears made of acid, blood made of knives, hearts made of ice and people made of lies. © Ioana Moldovan
Broken people sitting on a grain of sand, smelling pain and eating broken pieces from their salty acid graves. Broken people caged in a box drawing their lives, in full circles, they get lost. © Ioana Moldovan
Darkness took me everytime, while they were hiding in a jar screaming louder than a raging car. Took a pill, raised a hand, threw my bloody ink up in the air. Up so high worries became forbidden as I write and write about birds singing too loud, too loud, that I feel senseless and cold,... Citește în continuare →
A feeling for words - by Ioana Moldovan 