Nao sei,Deparo-me a cambalear, em cada alvorada,Nao sei,5 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.
Talvez um diaTalvez um dia vejas o quanto me prendes com cada palavra,Talvez um dia4 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?
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
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 Domingo8 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:
My strange friendMy friend asked me an odd,My strange friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
odd, question today,
while we were walking
through the dying grass,
in the field on the west end
of the forrest-like park,
that is across the street
from my house.
He asked me this:
"If you were to die tomorrow,
and you could only say goodbye
to one person,
who would you say goodbye to?"
And I looked at him,
my odd friend,
with his odd questions.
I answered by saying:
"I don't know, but I think,
I would say goodbye to you.
Do you want to know why?"
He replied with an answer
that I found strange:
"Yes, but don't tell me.
I'd rather tell you
who I would pick."
Then he just plopped down,
onto the grass
right next to me,
So, I had to cool my
and join him.
Then he leans over,
in the traditional kindergarten style
of secret telling,
Now I lay in the darkness
of my bedroom
that I will see my strange friend
And I hope I can tell him
why I picked him.
Missing You Missing YouMissing You6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am so lonely,
And I am filled with despair
Every time I turn around,
I still expect to see you there
It's so much harder,
Harder than I would have thought,
To go on living,
When you are not
All the beauty in the world...
Has been shattered...
Is the hardest thing that,
I've ever had to do
I wish that it would change,
I wish that I could take your place,
I wish that I!
Could turn back the hands of time...
I wish...there was something I could do...
So that I wouldn't be missing you...
When I look at your picture,
I wish that you were here,
I wish it was a mirror,
And that I could see you clear,
But with each passing day,
Your face and my memory fade
I wasn't able to save you,
And now I'm the one who needs to be saved
Nothing really matters...
Is the hardest thing that,
I've ever had to do
I wish that it would change,
I wish that I could take your place,
I wish that I!
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 Epiphany4 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
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.
Tear of the Angels: Episode IHer eyes were pressed against her knees. Streams of crystal water dribbled down them. She could hardly keep herself from falling to her side. Only her crippled white wings kept her sitting up right. They drooped to her sides, ruffling the feather against the pavement of a street alley.Tear of the Angels: Episode I9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her father, the man that banished her from the heavens, must be satisfied. He now held the power, the power that should have been for her. Her grandfather knew that his son would control with a wicked hand, but she was too young and powerless to stop him from taking the scepter. If only she was older.
She continued to cry as the rain began, pasting her shimmering white hair to her legs.
"You poor darling…"
The girl looked up to a pearl coloured cat perched upon a barrel.
"What is your name young one?"
The cat closed its eyes and gave a faint smile. "That is a name I haven't heard for sometime…I am Sola a fallen angel like yourself…"
Tear looked away with her pale blue eyes. She could still not ac
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...3 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
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.
Trust?You want to talk about trust?Trust?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Okay. Let's talk.
I'll go first.
Don't make that face.
I already know what you're going to say.
Here, I'll quote you word for word:
'Trust is easy to lose
And hard to get back.'
No, you didn't lose my trust today.
That happened weeks ago.
Today, you took what little faith in you
I had regained,
And smashed it into tiny,
It's your turn now.
Yell at me.
Ground me for the next few months.
I'm sure it can't be any worse
Than watching you kill my hope.
all the way home.this is a poem at midnightall the way home.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a walking away of hands.
it is beautiful
we will never run out
of salt the way we
run out of love
we are children of the sea
oceans inside our
glass bodied vessels
and drifting along rough sands.
i want to touch you
a hundred different ways,
to kiss you like i need it to breathe.
you just tell me about making magic
i can tell you about making love
(and how they are both the same).
i love you more than i love myself
and i wish that actually meant
something. instead i rely on
poorly structured letters
and wrap my head round the wildflowers
in hopes that we can lie
until it is uncertain where
i end and you begin.
make me laugh and you have my soul.
the way your heart beats in my ribs,
around my spine,
you are magic.
Indefinite Tidesshe speaks in vinegar riddlesIndefinite Tides3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bides her time in shipwrecked
ticking off days for the boy
with stormy eyes who promised
he'd be back in a season or
two. he, who was
crafted from the leftover bits of the moon
and the meandering sky with runaway
stars lurking deep beneath his ribcage,
waiting to fall whenever he spoke
like a saint, whose divine sacraments
parted land and birthed lives; like a
sorcerer whose words launched a
thousand sunken ships but
now, she pops pills like reminders,
stabilizers that last 4-6 hours
depending on her ability to forget
and she's lost in herself
again, among faltering brainwaves
and wavering heartbeats and the
whimpering echo of her own worst fears
like: he's gone and he took all
that's good of me with him,
my weighted bones and my bated breath
and my lingering hope, too
that thing with feathers that
cries when it's plucked clean,
skeletal and bare and smooth
enough for me to rest my weary head on.
see, the ocean cracked and regurgitated
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.
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
Emotions.I hate being in a heightened emotional state,Emotions.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be it from pain, or just anguish from all life's hate.
I hate feeling like I'm about to cry, especially when I do,
Mostly how when it's in the little things, that I cry at like I do.
"What are you crying at?" Your poems to me, don't you realise?
"Why are you crying at them?" Because they're all lies.
I wish they weren't, and I wish I could believe them, I do,
But "I'm going nowhere"? You proved that wrong, didn't you?
Jennifer, I tell you again, that I love you,
But it hurts that you treat me the way you do.
I know it's not your fault, and I know we're back together,
But we broke up, and that stuff just doesn't heal right over...
Random Sadness.I feel like im suffocating,Random Sadness.5 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.
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!
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
IThere is a certain wordI3 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'?"
clockworksi remember days of museums and mausoleumsclockworks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for imaginary friends
when period meant full.
and teenage games of
well, i miss those days when you were
the greatest person alive
when you knew everything and could
i miss the time you fell in love with
cigarettes and rum and ever-so-slightly me.
but time passes like a silk scarf
falling into a river,
and now the people we were
sit by the roadside
in a crying park
listening to trains in the night
and we are not them, and they
do not know us,
or how we have travelled so far from that point
we watch the past like we are reading
wearing latex gloves and moving slowly
we speak in whispers and
it fascinates us.
we dissect why we loved,
but not if we still do.