Perfume and sentiments
Bring me down and back
Let me with no breath
Like an unwrited word...
Steps and dreams
Meet both in the way
Look at each other
Moment and moments
So they have memories in mind..
you make light bright
please stop the fight
you make the dark shine
you know when it's time
we have a misssion
it's not complete
and you understand
what you have to do..
to save my soul
you enter in
my world but
i don't have to wait...
when the time runs
you want to stay
and we stay
we love..
Waiting anxiously for
A wish to become true
But it seems like a cliff
And you can not see it
Because it's night..
The time is always
Past and future
Cause things run
Faster and faster....
You need to catch it
When you look through the window
You think it is broken
But it's only your ideas
Just feel the strong wind blowing...
It was just a broken rose
Which was trying to tell us
The truth that there exists
Something abstract upon the stars...
Only the angel of the rose
Could paint everything from nothing
And the flavour or the coulours
Of the broken rose..
The rose is broken
Because the heart fell the same
And the word can not explain
But wait,it's trying to begin the poem..
It was cold and dark
And i couldn't decribe
Verry good the winter night
It started to snow...
Then i opened my eyes
To catch the snowflake
It was playing like a child
With an sick joy...
The ice have cuted
Breath after breath
Only the dream
Could save the world from freezing..
You can see your soul
Telling how thirsty is
But now there is a dessert
Without life and you pead for it..
Then your empty soul
Starts to love the silence
But something makes it believe
There is still a place
Where empty souls come...
The forest of empty souls
Covers the dark with light
And their guests feel alive
And even for a second
They feel precious and full...
Word were leted to flow
Somewhere in my heart
Transform themselves into phrases
Wich ease a corner...
I can stil hear
Someone knocking
Who's waiting for me to open
Smiling like a sunny day...
Word wich suffer come
And believe in that something
That noone will never know
Neighter you or me..
There only last word unwritten...
Cuvinte lasate sa curga
Undeva in inima mea
Se transforma in fraze
Ce alina un coltisor...
Se aud si acum batai
Caci cineva asteapta
Sa deschid si sa zambesc
Ca o zi insorita..
Cuvinte suferinde ajung
Sa creada in acel ceva
Ce nimeni nicand nu va afla
Nici macar eu ,nici macar tu...
Raman cuvinte nescrise...
Here comes the time for Christmas
When the souls of people
Can hear our carol
Smell the orange scent
It is in your house
It covers the esence
Taste the red wine
And feel your hand
But they can't see
The lord comes
To join the dreams
You have made
And help them
Live for you
With your family and friends
With your enemies and mates
Wirh your pets and plant
There won't be war
Ir won'r win istead the peacefull moment
Christmas give!
I would see a sun
Which shows from nowhere...
I would have the might to smile
Like it dooes but i can't...
I'm still the wind
I'm still a crock
Where the light
Can't enter...
Only in the night
The moon shines
I see it there,silver
See tries to tell me ...
We all go behind
We are all stars
Which leave and fall
Without a burning wish
It is alone and beautifull
Like the moon...
Perfume and sentiments
Bring me down and back
Let me with no breath
Like an unwrited word...
Steps and dreams
Meet both in the way
Look at each other
Moment and moments
So they have memories in mind..
you make light bright
please stop the fight
you make the dark shine
you know when it's time
we have a misssion
it's not complete
and you understand
what you have to do..
to save my soul
you enter in
my world but
i don't have to wait...
when the time runs
you want to stay
and we stay
we love..
Waiting anxiously for
A wish to become true
But it seems like a cliff
And you can not see it
Because it's night..
The time is always
Past and future
Cause things run
Faster and faster....
You need to catch it
When you look through the window
You think it is broken
But it's only your ideas
Just feel the strong wind blowing...
It was just a broken rose
Which was trying to tell us
The truth that there exists
Something abstract upon the stars...
Only the angel of the rose
Could paint everything from nothing
And the flavour or the coulours
Of the broken rose..
The rose is broken
Because the heart fell the same
And the word can not explain
But wait,it's trying to begin the poem..
It was cold and dark
And i couldn't decribe
Verry good the winter night
It started to snow...
Then i opened my eyes
To catch the snowflake
It was playing like a child
With an sick joy...
The ice have cuted
Breath after breath
Only the dream
Could save the world from freezing..
You can see your soul
Telling how thirsty is
But now there is a dessert
Without life and you pead for it..
Then your empty soul
Starts to love the silence
But something makes it believe
There is still a place
Where empty souls come...
The forest of empty souls
Covers the dark with light
And their guests feel alive
And even for a second
They feel precious and full...
Word were leted to flow
Somewhere in my heart
Transform themselves into phrases
Wich ease a corner...
I can stil hear
Someone knocking
Who's waiting for me to open
Smiling like a sunny day...
Word wich suffer come
And believe in that something
That noone will never know
Neighter you or me..
There only last word unwritten...
Cuvinte lasate sa curga
Undeva in inima mea
Se transforma in fraze
Ce alina un coltisor...
Se aud si acum batai
Caci cineva asteapta
Sa deschid si sa zambesc
Ca o zi insorita..
Cuvinte suferinde ajung
Sa creada in acel ceva
Ce nimeni nicand nu va afla
Nici macar eu ,nici macar tu...
Raman cuvinte nescrise...
Here comes the time for Christmas
When the souls of people
Can hear our carol
Smell the orange scent
It is in your house
It covers the esence
Taste the red wine
And feel your hand
But they can't see
The lord comes
To join the dreams
You have made
And help them
Live for you
With your family and friends
With your enemies and mates
Wirh your pets and plant
There won't be war
Ir won'r win istead the peacefull moment
Christmas give!
I would see a sun
Which shows from nowhere...
I would have the might to smile
Like it dooes but i can't...
I'm still the wind
I'm still a crock
Where the light
Can't enter...
Only in the night
The moon shines
I see it there,silver
See tries to tell me ...
We all go behind
We are all stars
Which leave and fall
Without a burning wish
It is alone and beautifull
Like the moon...
I've noticed lately, that there's this emotion that leaves people overwhelmed with the massive amount of good art in the community, thinking that they can never become as good or popular as those others. So sad, because skill or popularity in itself shouldn't be the major goal of an art community. I think many people who start out here get so overwhelmed that they forget what it's actually about.
About popularityMany people out here, sign up to DeviantArt (or any internet art community) in order to publish their work on the internet. They've probably looked around for a while already. They saw those amazing artists that had millions of pagev