IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARSi am fighting with dragonsIF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i try to spit out any
semblance of reason. the
moment i try to start i am
overcome with what i once
thought was a shortcoming
but i know now to be ghosts
of what i used to value (life)
i am a death
hidden in the
leaves of your
i am honestly bad for the health
of any traveling bard or passing
soldier. i am a plague. i am your
sickness. i am an anaesthetic.
i am a vaccine against
or was is jaundice?
i'm yellow-bellied and
i'm yelling to the sky
like i can't hear the
I JUST WANT TO SPEND A DAY
IN YOUR (SOMEBODY'S) ARMS
LIKE I BELONGED, LIKE I WAS
A PART OF THE FAMILY.
APART FROM THE FAMILY.
i can't help SCREAMING because dear
i don't know who "you" are anymore
and nobody is listening to this but
the static is thinning. i'm still the
mountain of broken toys i was
assumed to be so long ago.
i'm pulling my guts out.
i'm pulling my ears.
i'm listening but i
can't hear you.
i'm just he
P.s.: eu amo-te4 da manhã e o telefone toca, tava a espera de tudo, menos do teu nome ali a piscar rapidamente como que uma mensagem urgente. Atendi. "Tás em casa?" perguntas-te mal ouvis-te o sim do outro lado do telefone. "Sim, porque?" respondi, estavas mesmo a deixar.me curiosa com o teu tom de voz, e dizes-me "vem a janela num instante". Parei no tempo, que será que estava na janela, tu 'a mnha espera? Calcei umas sapatilhas e abri os tapassóis. Nem se jogasse no euromilhões acertava tão depressa.. ali em pé e com o pé a bater em sinal de pressa tavas tu enconstado ao carro. "Não achas que tás um pedaço fora d horas?" disse com um sorriso torcista enquanto avançava para ti. "Qualquer hora é boa pra estarmos com quem queremos, não é?" esclareces-te com um sorriso carinhoso enquanto me cumprimentavas.P.s.: eu amo-te9 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Mas afinal.. o que te traz aqui? A' mnha janela?", sim, porque afinal de contas, ainda tava meia baralhada com a situação. "Apetecia-me estar contigo.. Entra no carro, vamos dar uma volta".
Incredulous HopeIncredulous HopeIncredulous Hope3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
If only for a moment all of life's
troubles halted their relentless battering
of my mind, and allowed me a single thought
to focus upon without fear of outside intrusions
or influence from passersby; maybe then I would
accomplish something truly meaningful and possibly
life changing on an unimaginable grand scale.
Yeah right, and maybe a three ringed circus will fly out of my butt.
Damn that sunDamn that sun10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
DuplicityCaring about othersDuplicity6 years ago in Open More Like This
and wishing they were dead
Affirming other's success
lets me know i've failed
even compared to idiots
Tell me I'm pretty
RupturaChama-me impotente, diz-me que sou mau na cama, que é pequeno demais, grosso de menos. Atira-me com coisas à cara, histórias do passado menos refulgente e mais obscuro, com panos deslavados, com cuecas sujas, com meias por lavar. Diz-me que sou porco, que te meto nojo, que te provoco náuseas constantes. Grita a sete ventos, a sete chaves, a sete volts, a sete watts, a sete decibéis que sou vigarista, que tenho off-shores na Suíça, que não faço o IRS há anos e que fujo ao fisco. Conta-me que não sei nada de ti, que fizeste um aborto há três anos, que tens um amante rico e que finges os orgasmos.Ruptura8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Revela-me tudo isso e eu contraponho que estás gorda, que as tuas estrias agoniam-me e que cada vez tens mais celulite. Digo-te que perdi tudo no jogo, que hipotequei a casa e as tuas jóias. Vou clamar que a minha secretária não tem dores de cabeça e faz todas as posições e que a oral que fazes n&
On DreamsDreams are powerful. Dreams often act as inter-dimensional gateways of human experience. Last night I had a dream I can now merely hold up its torn, detached, unmatched pieces to the light and, in some attempt of seeing my dream more clearly, go blind. There were people perched in trees, swaying to music; some had hair in all different colors, their bodies resembling the Egyptian Ka. They blew rings of smoke into the air and some turned their human eyes with a birdlike quickness to watch me. Only I was not me. I was someone else and everyone else; weve had those experiences havent we? Zooming in and out of faces, feeling what they feel, doing what they do. Sometimes all those faces in dreams become you, and all those actions, that somehow dwindle for hour upon hour until that alarm clock rings, are you. It seems as if an uncoordinated essence is pondered on, then shaken up with all the fears and loves imaginable, each different and the same to the sleeping circle. But thereOn Dreams8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This