tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423088455921391142024-03-05T12:41:11.212-08:00The StarchildCatching dreams on canvas and strings.And more...Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-21546593689290632182011-07-27T06:54:00.000-07:002011-07-27T06:56:53.924-07:00Aburi de somn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cyCKlD7L64D3iIv-tFG45l5WlSL1dnayBBxWQ9k5MJXVKb2i24_c8PEG3mHvGwyCB6fmCYBpD1Av9K4xZW_RKo1XaITAsIIcxpfZcjmV5OE23wt2q3finl4sN8sLJzOGj20qWfQfIXq9/s1600/Lost_In_Sleep_by_sala_jin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cyCKlD7L64D3iIv-tFG45l5WlSL1dnayBBxWQ9k5MJXVKb2i24_c8PEG3mHvGwyCB6fmCYBpD1Av9K4xZW_RKo1XaITAsIIcxpfZcjmV5OE23wt2q3finl4sN8sLJzOGj20qWfQfIXq9/s400/Lost_In_Sleep_by_sala_jin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634030415017295202" /></a><br /><div align="center">Esti un abur schimbator, nu lasi nici o pata<br />Te inalti usor, spre alta dorinta<br />Usor ca o umbra, adiere de viata- senina.<br /><br />Din pamant, te-mbie, si te cheama, te poarta,<br />Spre ea inoti prin flori- un abur<br />Dorinta zambeste sub teama.<br /><br />Firul se-ndoaie, dar tremura undele<br />Prind rasuflarea tarzie- scanteie<br />De viata, se-aprinde.<br /><br />O trecere lina, de flacari umbrita<br />Urzeste- se scalda-n siroaie de ceata<br />Cantece surde.<br /><br />Sub faurul somn, aburul se ridica<br />Inalta chemarea- abur de sticla<br />Si simte.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Image source: <a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=&section=&q=sleep#/dwqwnf">http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=&section=&q=sleep#/dwqwnf </a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-87542653536546682582011-07-27T06:43:00.000-07:002011-07-27T06:52:47.077-07:00Fantoma Sirenei<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWviNDFe7s-2a451vaZ7mhXgLgNO5s6VJiSvy_JMO1qzOgRmztn36o_VGUid5MlsCvDlgmZ3UVGZdXg_wFMegqKKzFDfukPAVNaN-J73mlWQOV5NaminovPUt0JdHjP1oXBI4OY6NFnIf/s1600/Storm_by_toskiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWviNDFe7s-2a451vaZ7mhXgLgNO5s6VJiSvy_JMO1qzOgRmztn36o_VGUid5MlsCvDlgmZ3UVGZdXg_wFMegqKKzFDfukPAVNaN-J73mlWQOV5NaminovPUt0JdHjP1oXBI4OY6NFnIf/s400/Storm_by_toskiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634029701972156178" /></a><br /><div align="center">Am zarit prin spuma fantoma sirenei,<br />Prin val cu ochii de sticla topea noaptea.<br />O forma ca mierea curgea printre tarmuri<br />Cu gura deschisa, un tunet soptea.<br />Aprinsa ca luna, de-un soare sub ape<br />Lucea fara viata, strapunsa de raze.<br />Pe buze negre ii tremura gandurile<br />Boabe de noapte picurate pe-un val.<br />Fantoma sirenei cheama furtuna<br />Parul ei scalda nisipul uscat.<br />Solduri de solzi se unesc si sa sparg<br />Ceata marii se ridica, de la stanci pana in larg.<br />Navoadele rupte plutesc,<br />Lumini de sub sangele marii<br />Zambesc spre un cer rascolit.<br />E singura unda pe-o mare-nghetata<br />Sirena-i o vraja, fantoma e moarta.</div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-27029116832724990072011-06-30T03:36:00.000-07:002011-06-30T03:38:36.820-07:00Calator<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iRb6Z4ODnb5hi7Iba_guSte1CduVSKLHIJRszM43CfOkvQpn0ESZvgARDnWV2MwWAnzT68On_KcpejGUJGsk3dS_NmLctGsdEsYq9pTLO8egdpSyMVcjxHRyDKEFc04Tqk4T5drUcNQT/s1600/ismi_yok_iste_____by_ZeRDuSHT.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iRb6Z4ODnb5hi7Iba_guSte1CduVSKLHIJRszM43CfOkvQpn0ESZvgARDnWV2MwWAnzT68On_KcpejGUJGsk3dS_NmLctGsdEsYq9pTLO8egdpSyMVcjxHRyDKEFc04Tqk4T5drUcNQT/s400/ismi_yok_iste_____by_ZeRDuSHT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623960365923604738" /></a><br /><div align="center">Imi tremura sufletul, si tremur si eu de dorul lui,<br />Iar lumea mea e mult prea luminoasa, caci Noaptea mi-a murit de mult,<br />Si mi-a murit si moartea, dar asta n-o stim decat tu...si eu,<br />Raman sa bantui campuri<br />Urzind din umbra vechilor stafii,<br />Un suflet nou, mai mult decat nemuritor.<br />Si-apoi, intr-o viitoare zi, o regasesc, mai neagra decat o stiam:<br />"Tu cine esti?" ma-ntreaba Noaptea,<br />"Nu sunt decat un suflet vesnic calator".<br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-35547594224926801772011-06-28T01:33:00.000-07:002011-06-28T01:53:15.603-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimc3L9JQmbG83mlOLSOJ40h-tHcZcSJRkjo11M_tWbQuwC1bk8919p4l-RB-sBcw5Cot5nednGvLLwJE-cn3g1qQVUNLVNI6DTVBma7h3gPBHt76OVLPekx81Gx-5QHJB6voCubKukr_60/s1600/Mirror_by_AKharlamov.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimc3L9JQmbG83mlOLSOJ40h-tHcZcSJRkjo11M_tWbQuwC1bk8919p4l-RB-sBcw5Cot5nednGvLLwJE-cn3g1qQVUNLVNI6DTVBma7h3gPBHt76OVLPekx81Gx-5QHJB6voCubKukr_60/s400/Mirror_by_AKharlamov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623190910879856946" /></a><br /><div align="center">I see the mirror and its edges, I see the watery shine,<br />I see the smothness of the surface, the liquid vanity inside,<br />All that you see is what you cannot explain<br />Deep behind the serene there's a turmoil and plague,<br />I am what I should be, or am I not?<br />It depends on what you choose to see<br />The way to free yourself of scars:<br />Just break the glass, place the mirror in your eyes;<br />What hides behind the silver dust?<br />Is that really you, or is it someone else,<br />Is that true? The mirror knows best<br />I touch the hard skin of its frame and hope to fall<br />Some place behind the glaze<br />I'm still here, I press my lips against, mine,<br />There she is, the other me, a twin watching my every move<br />Reflecting a shell, does she have a soul?<br />Mimetic ghoul or astral kin,<br />Feels like I've lost a part of me inside the mirror's world,<br />My fingers trace the shape of the outside,<br />And a cold touch greets them,<br />On the surface of the mirror, I see myself, changing.<br /><br />I'll take a piece and place it in your hand,<br />That way you'll have me forever,<br />Embeded in the shifting wave.<br /><br /><br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-39971491969006304652011-06-22T09:21:00.000-07:002011-06-22T09:23:50.379-07:00My new Polyvore accountMy <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=33000803"><span style="color:#33ff33;">new </span></a>Polyvore account. Random nonsense and silly clothes.Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-69064679423018631642011-06-22T04:39:00.000-07:002011-06-22T04:44:11.677-07:00The Starchild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQvVuUlz2hHUlqCeXZlPQUpb6C7vj5lxIzR5ZIlWhkpwFg97gmnVLzXPVgx4wGhFs12mXJEyzaywV5k1q3-XEiU0nWw0rrZsRxQ7vAtqu_UPkWiDSisBpYdBVYNGzG_e2QHTEdhBM2YrO/s1600/l_ccaeb830cf7b80d22ee41d245b8e3bfd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQvVuUlz2hHUlqCeXZlPQUpb6C7vj5lxIzR5ZIlWhkpwFg97gmnVLzXPVgx4wGhFs12mXJEyzaywV5k1q3-XEiU0nWw0rrZsRxQ7vAtqu_UPkWiDSisBpYdBVYNGzG_e2QHTEdhBM2YrO/s400/l_ccaeb830cf7b80d22ee41d245b8e3bfd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621008266124985442" /></a><br /><div align="center">We're trying so hard, to belong in a world<br />That never wanted us at all<br />We cover our bare self, with empty shells,<br />Empty like myself;<br />There's no other child, to cry my tears,<br />There's no solution for us<br />Remember me?<br /><br />I am the Starchild, I am the Star<br />Everyone is me, and I know us all<br /><br />We believe in our Gods, but they live in the stars<br />Our prayers get lost along the way,<br />Can't blame the Makers for our human traits, our evil ways, it's all the same<br />This land, can no longer crucify a saint,<br />You called for me, I am here<br />Remember me?<br /><br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-12318033739233185202011-06-21T17:30:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:38:21.518-07:00House of tears<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm9Ti0mY6hyn9xlm5-W5KS1abqyz_Pxa7PCXytkw_i-9fr_x7kcNtutaOey-rkFJow0PNeOPrVBnt2fYWWdEiwICGn3V-wGHcv31Am2Na_7uzocpyQpBCtqQUCLrfuqCN_3ig1zav1c0L/s1600/arpia%252Cart%252Cbird%252Cbirdcage%252Cbrown%252Ccage%252Ccute%252Cgabbia%252Cgothic%252Charpy%252Ckawaii%252Cmarrone%252Cnicoletta%252Cceccoli%252Cpainting%252Cpastello%252Cpastels-9039e18645f451ce290a2507bc6e9d39_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEm9Ti0mY6hyn9xlm5-W5KS1abqyz_Pxa7PCXytkw_i-9fr_x7kcNtutaOey-rkFJow0PNeOPrVBnt2fYWWdEiwICGn3V-wGHcv31Am2Na_7uzocpyQpBCtqQUCLrfuqCN_3ig1zav1c0L/s400/arpia%252Cart%252Cbird%252Cbirdcage%252Cbrown%252Ccage%252Ccute%252Cgabbia%252Cgothic%252Charpy%252Ckawaii%252Cmarrone%252Cnicoletta%252Cceccoli%252Cpainting%252Cpastello%252Cpastels-9039e18645f451ce290a2507bc6e9d39_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620836126836921362" /></a><br /><div align="center">It's not safe inside your walls,<br />Does this room still flood with tears?<br />You've drowned in it so many times<br />The light outside your window<br />Won't bring the sun inside,<br />The dark corner you live in<br />Has room only for one.<br /><br />The angels on the walls<br />Folded their wings and fell asleep,<br />Just like the pain inside your heart,<br />The frozen ground beneath your feet;<br />They're waiting for a reason,<br />Still waiting for the whisper,<br />To set creation free.<br /><br />You've blindfolded your windows<br />And no one will see you fall,<br />But as you're trapped inside these walls<br />The sun still warms the house you sleep in,<br />The house of pain you've burried dreams in.<br /><br />Now there's no point in trying,<br />The wishes have all vanished,<br />There's chaos all around you<br />You might as well embrace it,<br />These gates will keep no secrets.<br /><br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-68509860997792821312011-06-21T17:22:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:37:42.657-07:00Soon enough<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGbiDjeR8CtMypC2ywMEpUmthS7rAL35dAPraN7MAYJhaFDMxXD55cxWqziChOhLWPfJbLPddY4P2WjHlJpGvq58jKrfGI5os34UeVxSDhcc5kPhVAot7Q9tAZ4es83m8NO1iGAePOo-n/s1600/Sci-Fi-Cities-24013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGbiDjeR8CtMypC2ywMEpUmthS7rAL35dAPraN7MAYJhaFDMxXD55cxWqziChOhLWPfJbLPddY4P2WjHlJpGvq58jKrfGI5os34UeVxSDhcc5kPhVAot7Q9tAZ4es83m8NO1iGAePOo-n/s400/Sci-Fi-Cities-24013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620834693706173202" /></a><br /><div align="center">Dusty sandclouds darken up my sky<br />Will I ever see the sun arise?<br />Teardrops hang by the corner of my eye,<br />Soon enough, there will be no place to hide.<br /><br /><br />Dying scenery, will light ever prevale?<br />Blackened rivers, sliding off their trail<br />Hurt and despair, don't you even care?<br />Soon enough, this will be your cross to bare.<br /><br />Sign your sentence, through the children's cry,<br />Empty branches, reaching for the sky,<br />Hollow ending, this closed the book of time,<br />Soon enough, there'll be nothing left behind.<br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-3087833038591370672011-06-21T17:12:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:14:39.166-07:00Sub apa.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVkUQc1oxV1PrOSau6IKn37JtJEdxMDabfBYtCMcDX8_SYBOzJ5tbopTVu5jqUHtH_WJdjFkrWzsVN_8PSp6YeWEAkfHD5tVY3hv4VYyuG0ZlYPKiVgaBs5NYC9Wo8ZOJMUlN3CLrzJpT/s1600/458382886_eaf8f4331b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVkUQc1oxV1PrOSau6IKn37JtJEdxMDabfBYtCMcDX8_SYBOzJ5tbopTVu5jqUHtH_WJdjFkrWzsVN_8PSp6YeWEAkfHD5tVY3hv4VYyuG0ZlYPKiVgaBs5NYC9Wo8ZOJMUlN3CLrzJpT/s400/458382886_eaf8f4331b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620830858362321538" /></a><br /><div align="left">Casa mi se scufunda incet in apa, si sper doar sa nu uit sa inot.<br />...cand picioarele mele vor atinge fundul apei, voi privi in sus si soarele va fi tot acolo;<br />Nimic nu e schimbat sub apa, doar totul pare mai adanc si plin,<br />Si timpul trece repede sub apa, insa clipele se divid mai incet.<br />Si totul curge incet sub apa, fiindca ea nu lasa nimic sa stea,<br />Prea mult am stat si eu sub apa, si apa m-a luat cu ea.<br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-50201950654179387312011-06-21T17:06:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:08:14.700-07:00If she's there, why am I still here?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_2sC0QuozFj2Fx7L7IXm6W3DQI3xe72erQD99h-TVVLT3fznFzTGcPZi2EjiOQQIgW2929aftP4jx4ddE-Bbt_-uSjedbwHE1xeJHmPLT5rd6wYvfNZk0ts69T6n_sfQ7qteE55cb3J_/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_2sC0QuozFj2Fx7L7IXm6W3DQI3xe72erQD99h-TVVLT3fznFzTGcPZi2EjiOQQIgW2929aftP4jx4ddE-Bbt_-uSjedbwHE1xeJHmPLT5rd6wYvfNZk0ts69T6n_sfQ7qteE55cb3J_/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620828928533789506" /></a>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342308845592139114.post-37785448642812311942011-06-21T17:00:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:03:17.224-07:00To choose<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloqH_65YJqBKADwd6XM_O5JcVp64DKVJBtJoiIQavZgFgGGe2Wgzx8-R21vc_12qnE6E7fvLXdVC71itOz3vnqXxvUHKcZYNrb_9evXS0vRiE9MI2GL_nKa-cGoxFgdACbiW-SRclgYiE/s1600/secret_by_mistoacrilico-d2y3k2h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloqH_65YJqBKADwd6XM_O5JcVp64DKVJBtJoiIQavZgFgGGe2Wgzx8-R21vc_12qnE6E7fvLXdVC71itOz3vnqXxvUHKcZYNrb_9evXS0vRiE9MI2GL_nKa-cGoxFgdACbiW-SRclgYiE/s400/secret_by_mistoacrilico-d2y3k2h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620827483786138722" /></a><br /><div align="center">If you had to choose your world,<br />To choose a life, to be your own<br />What would you do?<br />What would you choose?<br />And if the Gods would grant you wishes, what would you wish for if you<br />Only knew, the God's in you,<br />Why do we sacrifice holy silence for words, only meaningless words<br />We lose ourselves in vague illusions, just to prove that we still dream, is this true?<br />Grey clouds on a perfect summer sky<br />Is this what you wish for when you<br />Go to sleep at night<br />Hoping no one knows how much you've hoped for<br />Every breath sealed up a childhood dream<br />You left aside,<br />Oh, what is this insanity we live in?<br />Blessings count for miracles but they're out of sight<br />We lost our sight, we're blind<br />So many tomorows that will never change our lives<br />Yet still we are, still standing, still demanding a chance<br />From who...if the God is still there, waiting,<br />Lost inside of you.<br /></div>Ophelia Swansonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15458146562948225478noreply@blogger.com0