Bus Station Bookmarks

By Theodora Oniceanu

A new collection of free-verses that were inspired by train-reading activity and purposed to aim precisely this target of having books make travels more interesting whenever the case and need. In our travels takes and journeys grabs to pay visits to certain places and people, we, at times, need to relax in the company of an easy-read or scientific paper attacks on diverse subjects, if not the hard-cover/hard-core novel reading undertake or the poetical newspapers study.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theodora Oniceanu
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005408039

Theodora Oniceanu

Theodora Oniceanu (born Lacatis) lives in a small town named Targu-Mures, situated close to the heart of Transylvania, Romania with her husband, her son and their cat. She followed the classes at the Faculty of Letters at the University of Petru Maior Transylvania and the ones on Sociology and Social Studies at the University of Spiru Haret, Bucharest. She is passionate about arts and crafts, she also loves sports, travelling and photography, enjoys good quality music and, of course, books. She's been writing since age nine, but with interruptions. Now she feels that she has the necessary time to dedicate good part of her life to writing.

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Table of Contents

Themes

Guano Tale

The Mountain man

If There is no love for you

Acceptance

She will live the real good life

Dam Sellene von Hearthsongs

Est tu est Fou Tu Tu...

Paradise notes

Jolting Hearts

The undesirable

Who is who?

That's all!

Changes that you can love

We tried... maybe we failed

Badass Girls jobs and the noses tales

Noses tell

That's all

Who you really must be

Something good

Titeloh

Speak out! What are you made of?

C Houses Affairs

D Lux Condos

Let's Fun together

No hate, no spite, no anger

Bus Y Tolls

Lovelamp Lords

Spirit that is

Joking around

Pillis pilos pills and the astronauts' dreams

From the blessed

Impriustel Lifheaffairs

Trick or Treat

Woman

Apologies and Flowers

If Music

The Parent Heart

Rubbing it

Worthwhile

The All Arts Worshipper (a liar)

Mon Cher

Aging Wine Face

Mar

News

News

This imaginary kid

All this time of schooling

SS likes it all clean

Morgue Fashions Humans

Flan aux cérises

Fates and Liberties

Rhapsodizing Hate

Preferences

Entitled to speak loud or yell

Entertaining the Devil

Bookmarks Station

Subit_O

Hard Chest Nut Jobs

Gods Loads

Schaftel Lafel

Life trek follow

Restoration

AnD_ives

Medicine

For how much

The lowered good work

Greater than you think

Mens Sana

I offered, I lost

Punching Flies

To kill

Wellor

Blurrrt

Care or ignore

Middle Aged

SyNocte

Rudimentary vocabulary

Amounts of brain

Where

1000 projects with one

Give a helping hand

Loreni

Not born for the war

What I am now

Equivalence

Apps & Ads Force

Behavioral Patterns

She never left

D.Fences

Themes

Guano Tale

Caught in between my adolescence perfect Bee Hive

And the sparkling sea Diamond dust I've become,

Trapped in a sphere of magic happen,

Adobe inking splashing life to make of old darkness beauty emerge.

It cries down in tears of momentary sadness,

It trickles down the hopes for better days,

It shelters along with the rocks standing proud,

They can protect you

But crumbled it may crash and crush your means.

And if you think that those who have their soul as hate

Will listen to your prayers instead of fighting

You keep on thinking

They are never there,

They wouldn't mock, nor snort, or troll you...

They probably all went through hell

And real hell times

They know.

What can you do for captains of the old times,

How to make all of them stand-up, right, fair and happy?

They had their lives run, a tribute to these soldiers given,

The old times never cease to speak out deals...

Of nature and the natural erosion:

I had a dream, you crumbled it all down.

It's for the sake of people of the cave, dear. an inner whisper leaves more room for tales.

But what you are must be, as I will not allow you, dear,

A waste of spirit and the good you think you are.

Mature, all her miracles for you: mature,

She watches and she sees you as the one who should have died,

You trolled her down,

She has the horrible life one would have found

Only the mind to live, to save!

She was the Queen, your Queen but one of new emerged.

Now off she goes away, she takes her flight, she knows:

She can't compete with a more young and beautiful one.

Her mission there was all accomplished,

It's time for her to find another place: her own

Where maybe they will never betray her...

But who knows? Who tells?

Me, as an observe.

So, Queen! I jump on plates after I made her laugh and cry and yell and fight.

Are you ready for more of your sacrifices?

She jumps there too and we start planning our plates surfing and flights.

The Mountain man

He's a Mountain man but has the heart of a poet,

At times he puts down a few words of his own,

His mind seeing through you, his heart beating for you,

And he thinks more than you probably want to believe.

A visionary man and a dreamer

Living in his mind

The true story of an old time

Too good to be true and lived once more.

You may, perhaps at times forget his silence

At all you loud and shaking grounds ghoul steps

But you can hear the sound of those souls you have taken

And the word of their mind

Along with your words spread,

Retouched with their inner core

And you fight: it was all you that light you gave away

For them to live and you to rot in hell.

As you fought bravely and found the recompense -

If you once won they will Unite

To fight against you

And others will Unite to help -

You get to know the better days.

But, oh, it is just then when you should pay more care.

Attention! Attention to the details!

And you need another jump at another throat. Maybe this time you will get things perfect,

Maybe this time you won't get it all too wrong

And you will save that life to make it worth a while.

And maybe, just maybe you should die alone

Adored, as if you appreciated what you had when you did not,

At their right value and weight souls and things, and you compromised not,

And paid a little tribute not

And cared too much,

You might have cared too much

But did they love their lives the way they were?

And who forced you into loving yours?

Who forced you into hating all of yours?

Why don't you hate yourself

Now that you lost both love and childhood games?

This Hate business making us forget

That we're all human beings

For as long as it lasts

A world to love,

A world to play a part in

And forgive,

And forget...

If you can.

Is my fir carpet hateful towards the walk of my feet?

Or is it just the tears that can bring up my own load...?

If There is no love for you

To learn reflecting mirrors

That speak of times of great

And times of wrong

And times of the unforgettable

Then comes the new world

Changing it all,

Making miracles happen,

Learning of live and truth,

Finding my strenght int the act of consuming the world