"Where is the good in the goodbye?"

(Meredith Willson,The Music Man)

For a better world without hate
Follow your heart, believe in fate
Only visions and the mind
Will guide you to the light...

Mission is over,mission is done
I will miss you children of the sun
But it's time to go away
Goodbye milky way...

Mission is over, mission is done
I will miss you children of the sun
I go home until someday
I say goodbye, goodbye milky way...

Source:Poems

"If you don't like something,change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it."

(Mary Engelbreit)

"All change is not growth; as all movement is not forward."

(Ellen Glasgow)

A change in time, a change in place
A change of jobs, a change of pace.

Change your style or change your friends
Change your path and change the end.

Chance for a 20, change for a 10
Change for the bus, 'Change please, friend'

A change of homes, a change of kin
A change of friends you never win

A change of schools, begin again
A change of age, a change of space.

A change of morals, a change of rules
A change of sails, blowing you into the unknown.

Source:Poems

"Without trust,words become the hollow sound of a wooden gong.With trust,words become life itself."

"Trust is like a vase...once it's broken,though you can fix it,the vase will never be the same again."

(Unkown author)

If I was in trouble

and didn't know what to do

If I needed help

Could I turn to you?

When I feel so down,

never felt so blue.

And even though our fights are few,

just let me know,

Can i trust you?

Could I tell you my secrets?

Could I stay with you?

Could I feel safe from harm

when I'm in your arms?

I just want to know,

could I feel for you?

Could I tell you my dreams?

or would you laugh?

Could I tell you the full story?

or only half?

If I told you I loved you

Would you say ' I love you too '?

Can I ask you now before I get hurt,

Could you feel for me too?

Source:Poems

-Spune-mi cum mă iubeşti?

-Spun.

-Cum?

-Te iubesc în soare,şi-n al candelei fum.

Te iubesc cu pălărioare şi cu berete.

Te iubesc la şosea,în vânt şi la concerte.

Printre liliac şi mesteceni,în zmeuriş şi în luncă

Şi când dormi şi când eşti cufundată în muncă.

Şi când cureţi oul,de coajă,frumos.

Şi chiar atunci când îţi cade linguriţa pe jos.

Şi-n taxi,şi-n maşină. Oriunde, fireşte.

Şi unde-ncepe strada. Şi unde sfârşeşte.

Şi când îţi treci pieptenul prin părul bălai.

Şi când ţi-e teamă. Şi-n căluşei când te dai.

În galoşi. Şi desculţă. La munte, la mare.

Astăzi şi ieri. Şi mâine. Şi-n beznă, şi-n soare.

Şi primăvara când rândunelele zboară.

-Şi vara cum mă iubeşti?

-Ca o-ntreagă vară.

-Dar toamna când norii pe cer se bulbucă?

-Chiar atunci, când umbrela ţi-o pierzi, uitucă.

-Dar iarna când fereastra-n argint se îmbracă?

-Iarna te iubesc ca un foc ce se joacă.

Aproape-s de inima ta. Mă-mpresori.

Afara-i zăpadă. Pe zăpadă - ciori.

Autor: Konstanty Ildefons Galczynski

"Surviving is the only glory in war."

(Samuel Fuller)

Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote:"You cannot run away from a weakness;you must sometimes fight it or perish."

(One Tree Hill quotes)

People survive wars.

People survive disasters.

People survive pain.

People survive sadness.

So why wouldn't I,one of these people,...

survive this?...

Source:Poems

"Young girl don’t cry

I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall

Young girl it’s alright

Your tears will dry, you’ll soon be free to fly...

Young girl don’t hide
You’ll never change if you just run away
Young girl just hold tight
Soon you’re gonna see your brighter day..."

"..."

Poate va veni timpul

Să ne mângâie pe răni

Să-mi închidă ochii după plâns

Să îţi muşte buzele după zâmbet

Să ne culeagă dintre cioburi de clipe

Când eu am tăcut

Şi tu ai ţipat

În care te-am strigat
Şi nu erai aici…

Poate o să

iert.

Source:Poems

"Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl[...]

No rest and no comfort[...]Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire,near the cinders.

That's why everybody called her Cinderella.

(Cinderella Story)

Once upon a time.
A girl believed in you.
Fairytales and happy endings.
Always coming true.

Once upon a time.
This girl was happy and free.
This storm upon the horizon.
No one bothered to see.

But once upon a time.
The rain began to fall.
And you, Prince Charming, ran.
Leaving her with it all.

Now Little Cinderella.
Stands lone in the rain.
Listening to the thunder.
Watching her life change.

She glances all around.
Seeing love as being her crime
But never again will she see

A once upon a time.

Source:Poems

"Love,with very young people,is a heartless business.We drink at that age from thirst,or to get drunk;it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine."

(Isack Dinesen)

"[...]Somewhere far along this road,he lost his soul to a women so heartless...

How could you be so heartless?[...]"

(The Fray-Heartless)

Heartless Love
Heartless statues,
Dauntless cowards
Sunshine darkens my empty,
Bruised soul
Silence echoes off the wall

Desireless passion
and cruel love,
Run away from fear,
Fly like a black dove.
Resentful anger makes you crave
What you can't own.

Source:Poems

"Silence is the true friend that never betrays."

(Confucius)

"There are times when silence has the loudest voice."

(Leroy Brownlow)

Silence is an absence
Silence is profound
Silence is a conversation
Being had without sound.

Silence is an expression
One that cannot be heard
Silence cannot be spoken
Although it is a word.

Silence is a presence
Of great nothingness
Silence can be something
And yet cease to exist.

Silence can fill a room
And have no mass at all
Silence cannot be dropped, yet it can fall.

Silence is a mystery
That will forever go unsolved
Silence is how every sound can swiftly be dissolved.

Silence is the sound of rest
The only sound that can sound best
While other sounds can cause great pain
Silence is not the sound to blame.

For Silence is what silence is
Something that is "nothing"
"Nothing" that exists.

Source:Poems

"Boredom: the desire for desires."

(Leo Tolstoy)

"All kinds are good except the kind that bores you."

(Voltaire)

Looking at my bedroom wall
Counting the flowers in the pattern
Watching endless people drifting past my window
Seeing the trees outside dance in a constant repeating wave
Hearing the tick of the clock sound like thunder
I wait, and wait!

Time is passing oh so slowly
What do I do to make it quicken
Nothing is important so nothing gets done
Why bother when it only has to be done again tomorrow
I move my fingers in rhythm to the clock
I wait, and wait!

Source:Poems