Talvez um diaTalvez um dia vejas o quanto me prendes com cada palavra,Talvez um dia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sentimentos óbvios que nego
Como se tivesse autoridade para mandar em mim.
Deixo os meus pensamentos voar
E eles pousam na tua alma
Eu sigo o exemplo, é em ti o meu lugar.
E danço contigo,
À espera que vejas tudo de mim
E não apenas o que te mostro.
Eu perco as palavras
Que já as tinha por sabidas na minha mente;
Eram aquelas que eu queria que deslizassem dos teus lábios.
Mas a minha mente é traiçoeira,
Sobretudo se ligada a sentimentos.
Talvez um dia vejas mais além,
Mais além da fina barreira entre nós,
Entre o que tento e não tento esconder.
Entre a distância dos nossos corpos esconde-se algo,
Algo que verás se o quiseres.
Mas quererás tu ver para além do estável,
Do politicamente correcto e do fácil?
Para além do que tomas por certo?
Não temes ver para além do que tomas por certo?
Nao sei,Deparo-me a cambalear, em cada alvorada,Nao sei,4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Naqueles momentos, entre o acordar e o despertar,
Onde todo o resto do dia e noite acham sentido;
Confundem-se neles o Sonho e a Realidade.
Por vezes, receio que os antigos monstros voltem,
Olho em redor do meu quarto, e pestanejo para acordar,
Por vezes, também acordo na ânsia de olhar para ti,
Olho para o lado sem pestanejar, tentando encontrar-te,
Mas tu não estás lá.
Passo os dias a convencer-me que te esqueci,
Confiante, de que o tempo apagou as memórias que escasseiam,
Até que nesses dias, inunda-me o desespero de não te ter,
E uma dor no peito, que escondo, permanece até que volte a adormecer.
Nao Coma Carne no DomingoEsta história que vou lhe contar, esteja certo, não chamaremos de mito, lenda ou simples acaso. Esta chamaremos apenas de uma pequena fração dos mistérios que a vida trouxe à minha avó paterna, vó Eulália.Nao Coma Carne no Domingo7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Teve uma vez em que ela me contou de um certo caso muito curioso...
Há um tempo atrás, num dia como outro qualquer, todo o pessoal havia combinado o usual churrasco de domingo, e muito excitados foram logo preparando tudo. Compradas as carnes, Eulália foi pra casa, lá no Rio de Janeiro, e tratou de dormir.
Mas ao pregar no sono, sonhou com algo muito estranho, sonhou que um preto velho, com seus merecidos anos de idade, encontrara vó Eulália. Ele comprimentou-a. Disse-lhe que se sentasse. E de repente minha vó notou que o preto velho não tinha mão e foi perguntando a ele:
- Mas senhor, eu havia apertado a sua mão...
- Ah minha senhora, foi por isso que eu vim aqui, pra lhe avisar uma coisa:
The Element Of My HeartThe Element Of My Heart ~The Element Of My Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She lays upon the fields of hopes
Upon the bed of fear
She carries the heaven's bouquet
And I smell it near
Upon the boat of time
She travels the ocean
Around my horizon
She is but my dear
She walks the fire of guilt
Upon the endless sky
She holds my fate
And makes me fly
Upon the lost wind
She's my guide
Around the clock of time
There she smiles
Oh shall I wait forever
More or whatsoever
Upon the night
She'll be my light
Or my storm
The element of my heart
She'll never leave my sight
SilencioSilêncioSilencio4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Suspenso no ar
Quebrado por uma voz muda
Que quer gritar
Estado de espirito
Criado por uma alma
Assassinada pela vida
Palavra de tristeza
Injectedmy midnight thoughts are scratchy like old recordsInjected4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pauses, cracks, holes - rips in sanity
jumping to conclusions that have no reason
how could i blame the needle? how dare i
pin a fault on the syringe that keeps me alive
(although they say it dulls your eyes, kills my spark)
disjointed, unconnected, an unfinished puzzle
emotionally blank and missing seventeen pieces.
and don't lie to me; love can't complete
a broken toy like me. but don't worry, love -
i always carry my own little repair kit
(but sometimes my hands are too shaky to inject)
i've forgotten what it was to fear god and death
or to wish for better things; shooting stars
always seem to ignore me, anyhow.
they leave me wondering what i ever said,
what i did to lead myself down this kind of road.
(mother told me i only have myself to blame)
if it's my fault, then i only have one person
that i can apologize to; myself, and i try -
but i'm sorry, i think you've gone too far
to ask for redemption of any sort now.
how can i ever a
some nightssome nights i lay awake and replay the good times. over and over again, like a famous lullaby. i fall into my dreams and there you are, waiting for me as usual. it always plays the same. the way we used to be. happy, flawless, and so in love. everything just falls into place. squeezing our hands together so tight, you'd think they'd morph together. holding onto me as if you're afraid i'll disappear. making the promises we thought we'd keep. whispering all those sweet nothings.some nights4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
some nights, i still love you.
some nights, i think you still love me too.
Fragile.I'm just a fragile little flower,Fragile.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Waiting to be broken.
I'm really not as strong as I seem.
to feel...To feel someone's arms around me,to feel...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel a kiss, passionate, and deep,
To curl up together as we sleep.
Hearing your heart beat as i lay on your chest,
Holding you close, forget the rest,
Being happy with each other, no less.
Walking hand in hand down the street,
Not caring about the opinions of who sees,
Knowing despite what the world believes,
This love is real between you and me.
This is the simple happiness of my dreams,
Nothing extravagant, just having my love with me.
I don't have much hope left,
but i hope this will come to be.
NothingShe said to me angrily,Nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know nothing about me,
You know nothing about yourself,
So I said to her with a smile on my face,
I may not know much, but I know I love you.
Random Sadness.I feel like im suffocating,Random Sadness.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the airs escaping my lungs,
I feel like im levitating,
and people are speaking in evil toungues.
Memories echo off the walls of my heart,
and burn me down to the core,
I feel myself falling apart,
its not worth fighting for anymore.
People surround me with evil smirks,
They try to tair me down,
In the brightest places pain still lerks,
and turns my world upside-down.
I dont know what brought this on,
Or even whats causing it,
My will to change is gone,
this piece of life just dosent fit.
Haunted...A girl is walking in the empty corridor, but something is wrong. She walks a little too fast, she's a little too hesitated. It's making her stumble, making her jump away from something you wont see. Almost as if she's haunted.Haunted...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A shadow strikes by. A glance of a stranger she once knew everything about. She closes her eyes, walking faster, trying to escape, trying to get out of here. But it's all in her head you see, it's all just for her, almost as if she's haunted.
Voices, laughter, a secret promise so filled with love, she can hear it all far too well. But it's only a little girl, so defenseless, so scared, in this empty corridor. Alone but still with the presence of something, almost as if she's haunted.
But then the feeling of a hug hits her. It hits her hard, she has to run. Few steps in panic. A few steps before she collapses on the floor, no one is there, no one is near. Only the memory of something which used to bring such joy, such peace. Now it only brings pain, pain 'cause it
DanceDance like no ones watching,Dance9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
dance till your dying breath.
Dance like the disease is catching,
dance until your death.
Dance 'cause he's important,
dance for who you love.
Dance 'cause it's peaceful,
dance for the doves.
Dance with fervor,
dance in style.
Dance with something that rhymes with fervor,
dance in something that rhymes with stlye.
Dance, with me.
For My Sutaraito.
OH NOES! SOMEONE DROPPED THE FUNK!
My EpiphanyI was around the ages of seven and eight, maybe more so eight than I was seven. I had a friend named Maylin, who I no longer see or even hear from anymore. Well, I guess that's my fault though. She was the same age as me and we went to Christian school together, ate lunch together, played together, and basically did everything together. She was my best friend and I was hers. One could say we were practically sisters.My Epiphany3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That is, until I destroyed everything in a matter of seconds.
We were playing at the park in the sand, just sitting there and drawing in the sand with sticks we had found over by the trees. We were drawing a picture with them a simple picture with her and me in a castle with small birds and a big sun that had almost no detail whatsoever, but it was our picture. We liked it.
Then, as we were playing in the sandbox, Maylin wanted to tell me something, tell me something important, and it was a secret. How could I have not have been excited? A secret? How fun for me to
Asylum's RantWithin these corridors,Asylum's Rant4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is Queen
and when she speaks
her voice shakes sleep
out from under
the quivering shell
of spine's own feet
and it's documented
how they've seen her
in teetering dance
with those antiquated demons
of 'froth' and 'lurk'
Me; I only watch her,
those high heels clicking,
checkmarking tiny boxes
with that fancy white pen of hers
--her wrists and fingers
adorned in silvery sevens,
in low singsong
upon her nose
and that high strut
of the palest
pink lips; a movement
in prayer to only
OH, how I stare
her travels through faintly-lit rooms
these four walls
of my many tomorrows
Her trailing -
in its rows upon rows
of pure fresh lily
this seepage of her soul
- Mmmm..how it has me -
A girl's guide to guys.THE GIRLS' GUIDE TO GUYS. BY A GUY.A girl's guide to guys9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Most of us can't do compliments without sounding creepy, so we give up at a young age. It doesn't mean we don't love you.
2. Whilst we don't condone bad hygiene, as men we sweat and frankly a little consideration would be appreciated.
3. As men, we're supposed to be big and strong. Most of us aren't. The only way we can convince ourselves we are is by regularly noticing how small you are. It's a defence mechanism.
>3.a. Please don't wear heels if you're over 5'6''. It eats away our self-esteem.
4. If you think we're irritating you because we secretly like you, you're probably right. The only problem is it's such a good secret, we haven't figured it out yet.
5. When we ask you out, say what you mean. We don't want to date your friends; we want to date you and if you convene a committee to make the decision, you're obviously not blown away. Anything less than 'yes' is 'no' in our minds, and we move on fast.
6. We know looks matter to
IThere is a certain wordI2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Overused, too often heard
It's so simple and small
Thinnest of the letters all
Yet it's meaning, what a contrast
The gab between them is so vast
They could not be any less alike
The speaker uses it to strike,
to be the center of everything
It's overused one may think
It's impossible to avoid its use
and also very hard to reduce
And it makes me wonder: "Why
is it so diffucult not to say 'I'?"
A Girl's Guide to Guys II1. We love you girls, really. It's just that saying it out loud seems either freakish or gay and whilst we're trying to be the metrosexual men Cosmo tells you we should be, the truth is we're still pretty insecure about these things. So when we make a crass comment about your breasts it's often because we simply don't feel comfortable saying something simple like, "you look beautiful today."A Girl's Guide to Guys II6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2. If we say, 'do you want a hand with that,' when you're clearly struggling with something like a jar's lid, there's no double meaning. We're not making fun of you because you're weaker than us; we're just being nice. Take a simple gesture as it was intended.
3. You don't like to nag; we don't like to be nagged. So let's leave it. It'll be done when it's done.
4. We do make fun of you a lot; it's true. But most of it whether it is a literate rant about how insane you are or simply a seemingly snide jab at your appearance is a sign of affection. Look at how we treat our male friends; we insult each
.miss you.Dear Inspiration,.miss you.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I miss you, please come back. Without you I feel lost, shallow, confused, lonely and empty. Creativity is suffering, it's locked inside and just can't seem to get unstuck. We both want you here. You're my best friend, my enemy, my psychiatrist, my love, my passion, my muse. Everything about me yearns for your company once again. My guitar, my pen, my camera. My heart, my soul, my mind; we are all deprived within your absence.
I've noticed you lingering in my dreams, but when I wake up, you're gone, like a ghost, nothing more than a shadow that dances on my wall and disappears. Memories of you are here still, stuck in crevices of my mind taunting and tormenting me. I wish you'd come back and stay. I don't know why you left, maybe it was just too much, but I swear, things will change. I need you.
You keep me wh
Men and Boys: The DifferenceMen & Boys: The DifferenceMen and Boys: The Difference6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A Guide For Girls
by Ian Sharman
The difference between a man and a boy has nothing to do with age, but with practice youll find it easy to spot the difference.
A boy may hold open a door for you, because he thinks youre too weak to do it yourself.
A man will hold open a door for you, because he believes you are better than him, and such tasks are beneath you.
A boy will remind you of his birthday.
A man will remember yours.
A boy will dread your time of the month.
A man will know when it is before you do, and have the chocolate ready.
A boy believes that sometimes no means yes.
A man knows that no means no and that, in fact, sometimes yes means no as well.
A boy will want to do things to you.
A man will want to do things with you.
A boy will believe that real men dont cry.
A man will not be afraid to show his emotions.
A boy will think that the i
FallenFallen5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Captured on a window sill,
Trapped inside a frame;
Heavy rain comes pouring through a broken windowpane.
Locked within a gilded cage,
Shut behind the door;
Fading thoughts of fading times, on slowly fading walls.
Puddle forming on the floor, seeping round the glass -
Fallen from the mantelpiece my face within the shards.
Broken bird on broken perch,
Rivers running red;
A crown of thorns by rose of glass -
Scars around my head.
Shattered ivory memories and a marble altar bed:
A proffered soul in the wooden bowl
The heart has long since bled.
Lock the windows, lock the doors,
But leave the candle lit.
Let her have a light to pray.
If there's any use in it.