segunda-feira, 15 de setembro de 2014

A dor é a razão do meu amor florescer
De te querer ver crescer
De te poder tocar e não ter medo de me magoar
Nem medo de te enfrentar.

O que me incomoda é a tristeza
A imensa sensação de fraqueza
Que me invade quando os dias são chuvosos
Mas falsamente calorosos.

A dor reanima o espirito adormecido
A tristeza um maldito bandido
Sem cara, sem sentimento
Um maldito tormento.

sábado, 13 de setembro de 2014

I had faces,
I had faces deep buried
I had faces around places
Deep in the water
With scratches marks
Like sharks
I swam the ocean.
And not once
My hearts stopped to ache
With or without your absence.

sábado, 30 de agosto de 2014

The chains keep me out of the dark.

In the highest of suffering
Crashing down all the recovering.
Withdraw all my lucidity
In the shadows of the city.
Fearing the noises
Of all my unbearable heart
Until nothing left us apart.
Shattering moment
Colossal pain frozen.
Can I live losing my sight?
Wherever I am, I am not right.
Cover me in snow,
I swear that the seasons forgot about me
As my hands forgot the feeling of the grass,
The feeling of the rain passing through me.

sexta-feira, 25 de julho de 2014

I no longer smile or crush my feet on the grass with enthusiasm. I no longer shine with the sun on my face, I no longer perceive what is happiness, fullness. I lay down and I stay there on the ground, facing the world fading, day by day a little older, a little more grey. There's no human space.

quarta-feira, 23 de julho de 2014

Flashback prayer

Entering in a white room
Blessed until we are ruins.
Lost between shadows and the doom
Of our last days in the cruel
Thought of the mind.

Crying to be kinder,
Oh, hopeless reminder.

Please keep me away
Of thoughts which don't stay.
Please keep me away
Of memories that I already have betrayed.  

Knocked out and beat out
When the shout was too loud.

Lightning scream

From the smoke left
In my veins, in my dream
You still are psychotic
Clumsy narcotic
Drug inserted in me.


Crying to be kinder,
Oh, hopeless reminder.

Please keep me away
Of thoughts which don't stay.
Please keep me away
Of memories that I already have betrayed.

domingo, 29 de junho de 2014

Stop vs keep going


I don't understand people who don't want to stop, to freeze in time, to be absorbed by details and horrendous memories, to just stare and be above all absorbed by existence it self. Someone once told me what hurts it's keep moving, they were wrong what it hurts it's to be stuck in same place and see the knife getting through the same area in your body over and over and over again, but you just don't move you embrace the pain.
Keep moving is forgetting that it hurts, it's a continually entertainment of lies, of pretending to be, smiling with the knife stuck in the corners of your mouth saying keep going if you stop it'll hurt. So stop already and feel the pain, it doesn't end never, never, never.
Lay down on the floor and wait, years, years, years. Finally you understand you never stopped, you had slow down and now you can see. See it, see it, see it, slow down and feel it.

domingo, 30 de março de 2014

Epifania


The sorrow under my eyes,
The spill from my skin...
The endless longing.
The borrow of my sin.

Clock goes forward, forward.
Please go backward, please backward.

Dragged to infinite of the future
The curse without cure.
Lament my misery
For it always come within.

Exist, exist the life of symphony
Credits to the author, my epiphany.

quinta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2014

Hole


I feel there's a hole.
It keeps bleeding.
Everyday I try to feel it up...
Not sure anymore if there's a hole or if I'm the hole.

I feel there's a hole.
When I wake up someone reminds me of it...
Not sure if it's my hole or someone else's hole.

I know there's a hole.
People pretend it is not there...
It's a worldwide hole, I'm dragged to it.

I don't pretend there's not a hole.



domingo, 16 de fevereiro de 2014

think of me, and forget.


Blankly, blue hidden
Deeply overridden.

Bang my head against the wall,
Fearing my passion grows tall.

My opium is my agony
Knife who cuts all gravity.

Just seeing you standing there
Moving, I don't dare
We both pretend we don't care.

segunda-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2014

Leave me before you leave


The angle, the needle crossing my spine.
Fluids, lights, molecules crossing my eye.
Ache, lovely ache that makes me shine,
Little secret of mine.

Makes me look back in another way,
Makes me want to stay.

Why can I not unfill?
I beg please take away all my will.

I want to cover my face
So you can't see beyond me,
Beyond my space.

Take me back to me,
Leave me before you leave.
I don't want you to see,
Please, give me relief.

Bury me in the ground
Don't come back, I don't want to be found.

segunda-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2014

"You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in." — Nick Hornby

domingo, 5 de janeiro de 2014

Letter XVII


Hey dear,
I don't write to you for a very long time, I know it has no excuse but... I think you also forgot about me, how you used to crawl up my hair, body and mind. Maybe you now have your own path like I have mine, but there's not path mine without you.
It's been so long since I saw you for the last time, you looked rather than beautiful as always, It's been hard without you. The breath turned into poison, horrendous mud.
I fight everyday, you're my angel and I stopped praying for you.
Miss you terrible.
The years are going so fast, I feel vanished maybe because you, my source of life, have gone out of my life.

I hope for an answer everyday, don't forget me I never forgot you.
With love,
Everything I wish you wanted.