Scent of lilacs

Drops of rain knocks on my window,
Pouring down my backyard's sward.
Blackbird 's gentle trills are playing,
Scent of lilacs...misty thoughts...

Bunches of hyacinth, small and gentle
Rise above their sloppy greensward,
White and yellow, rose and purple,
A symphony of frail coloured bells.

it's been a while...

Time stood still...it's been a while since i've last wrote my thoughts. And yet no major change...Same old problems, same odd differences, same mean people, same mad world...and still the same me. At least i like to think that i'm the same!

"It's been awhile since we've last spoken,
 Mists of time have covered the suffering;
 People are heading through their homes,
 Bearing the scars of the madness claw.
 Streets are yet poorly, but lights yet glow,
 Giggling children playing a soccer ball
 Striking the walls, raising the dust above,
 Then sprightly shouting:"that was a goal!"
 ...........................................................
 A cat is climbing lazily a vineyard sprout,
 A dog is barking the intruder's approach;
 The moon comes out with a silver glow,
 The city is dressing up with a grey hood.

 The time stood still, for a few moments,
 And thought starts yelling inside my head,
 The memories that once were well hidden
 Now are coming alive, stroking my senses."


November, the 15th, Izma Mitzinger Residence -  written by L.C. - Izma Mitzinger

Stunning

I guess there'se a long time since i haven't been writing anything. Still, there's better to get started later, than never:)...
Those past months, lots of things have changed...ones in better, others just kept getting worst. Now i don't know how to start, when i know that there was no beginning, and yet no end... The late autumn have found me so sad, worried and disappointed. People i'd once thought i'd knew proved to be unrecognizable. Yes, i have lost one friend... and it was awful. But i tried to carry on...and move along into a brand new life.
Today i find myself stronger, but still sad, worried and disappointed. Here's where i'm asking myself once again: why? People are not the same as they once used to be, we live different times, and we're getting worst, insteed of getting better. I hardly try to keep myself the way i've always been, but day after day this seems to be so difficult. I am yet kind, pitiful. I'm making the same old mistakes all over again. Will i ever learn this lesson? When  will i realize that this world has changed? That people that i've once helped will never turn my favor and worst, they will stab behind my back as soon as they'll have that chance! I'm sick and tired of this stupid game called friendship... No one trully loves you nowadays, unless they have a material reason to do so...
When i was a child, all i was dreaming of was to grow up. I've dreamt of me being a great student, to graduate a fine college and a top university with exceed expectations... to find a job that will give me the opportunity to prove myself and my knowledges... Now when i finally have my childhood dreams come true i just wanna be child again...And i dream...dream on and on...
A successfull career gives you gratitude and buys you enemies. This isn't what i've desired. But now i have to live with it.
I cannot understand how can anyone hate you because of your accomplishments... Does any of these people ask themselves if it is your "fault"for your success or are just your worths to blame insteed of thinking that successfull people are to blame because of their miserable lifes? Do they ever think that maybe you have made many sacrifices? Why didn't they done the same? Because of fears or just commodity? I keep asking myself why don't you open your eyes wide, my"friends", and see what it is to see? I wouldn't be where i am today without all these sacrifices... Just think a bit...

Troll

The 5th of April...Spring is finally here. Bees are wheezing, butterflies are flying... trees are blooming... And me... I return... back in time, for just another few seconds, because I'm missing you. I'm surrounded by things that reminds me of you... because I want to. I'm analizying everything, then draw it fine... Maybe because I have time tonight. The music is nice... so nice. Classical... violin, piano, a bit of drums... just perfect. A glass of fine red wine would be just perfect... but no, I don't feel like to drink alone... not without you. I'm thinking... how to make it possible... to share that bottle of wine with you... I know you hate me... and maybe you have good reasons, this is also true. But I can't figure it out how did we get here...

O.M.4

Rezist cu stoicism sa nu te sun... Nu ma intreba de ce fac asta, nu stiu! Mi-e frica poate... sau poate doar mi se pare. Am tesut cu mintea o camasa de forta imaginara, si acum o port... cat trebuie ca sa ma protejez de tine. Evident ca nu stiu ce anume m-a determinat sa fac asta... nu mai stiu nimic! Ma plimb singura prin casa... saracul Whiskey s-a obisnuit deja, si doarme linistit in dormitor. Cat mi-ar placea sa dorm la fel de linistita ca alteori langa el... Sunt prea agitata insa. Mi-e dor de tine, si nu poti sa ma condamni, nu te-am vazut de mult. Stii ca e aproape miezul noptii si ca maine e o noua zi de munca, nu? si eu nu pot sa dorm... intr-un final cred ca o sa-mi fac un Nessquick cu lapte fierbinte... si poate adorm. Am fumat mult si azi... ca de obicei. Mi-e dor de tine... un dor nebun... Ce confortabil as dormi acum ghemuita in bratele tale...Dar, nu!

O.M.-continuare

Telefoanele suna. Amandoua...din 5 in 5 minute. Unii oameni chiar nu stiu cand sa se opreasca. Bine, stiam asta demult. Sincer, imi pare rau de el... chiar imi pare, dar azi nu am chef, nici ieri n-am avut, nu voi avea nici maine... Sunt ocupata... sa ma gandesc la tine. Ok, m-am prins, de fapt, si asta stiam, ca doar eu obisnuiam sa le stiu pe toate, singura am provocat tot. Si, ca sa nu ti-o iei in cap, sa stii ca daca nu mi-ar fi placut mie jocul asta, nu ajungeam pana aici. Bine, recunosc, ai prezentat si toate calitatile pentru a primi rolul tau. Si iar suna... evident, tot el. Mie-mi vine sa rad: uite cum e roata asta... ce-mi faci tu mie, le fac si eu altora. si tot asa...

Ospiciul muzelor- continuare

Se spune ca noaptea e un sfetnic bun. Aiurea! Noaptea ma invadeaza atatea ganduri... incat uneori imi doresc sa am o telecomanda pentru functiile creierului. Pana si muza mi-a fugit, asaltata de un amalgam de ganduri ce i-au iesit spre intampinare. Am trimis-o la ospiciu. E mai bine pentru ea acolo... sunt si alte surate de ale ei internate, din acelasi motiv, diferite fiind doar persoanele care au provocat invaziile de ganduri. Azi n-am de gand sa le trec in revista, desi, un lucru pot sa il spun, cu mandrie, nu sunt atat de multe. Dar si alea care sunt, au provocat daune majore. Iarasi rad. Cred ca asta e inconstienta momentului... sau doar imi place mie sa ii spun asa. Bine, admit, sunt defecta. Si nu ma pot repara! Speram sa ma poti repara tu... sau sa ma distrugi. Ma uit pe pereti: imi place jocul luminilor din strada, care continua aici, intre patru pereti... Si iar ma gandesc... de fapt nu eu gandesc, eu vreau doar sa dorm... dar mintea mi-e asaltata de fel si fel de imagini... ruleaza un film, al meu...si al tau...Vreau sa dorm!