AgridoceBem, lembrai do par de paixões ardis,Agridoce3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lembrai que a flama que vem a pó será,
No lar sepulcro verá, virá aflorar.
Meu querer, ao meu lado espera-me amar-lhe.
Acoberte meus dedos, a boca, adormece minh'alma.
Sentada deixe dilatar força podando ramos de flor.
Mel, como na rosa e na cria da águia:
É a ânsia fumegante dilacerando a palha,
É crescendo cálido, é o urgente borralho,
É o doce corte e o ágil forte, Amor.
Bem, como serpente ferida a língua distorce.
Retorce o peito na agonia da saudade.
Só amor que não encarna não conhece a morte.
InsaneDisconnected, racing thoughts passed through her mind. Will I die today? Will they let me out? She looked up and stared at the ceiling. She then looked over to the small bedside table that they had provided her, and saw the medicine cup filled with lithium. She remembered where she was and why she was there. She then said to herself, "Is all this a dream or a nightmare?" She could never tell, for she was in an insane asylum, barely living with severe manic depression.Insane8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, she wanted to die, at others she longed to be free. She didn't think it was fair that she was here, for almost everyone has these thoughts eventually. The only difference was that she could switch from one thought to the other, without any reason or feeling, in seconds.
The people who ran the insane asylum were cruel. She was losing weight rapidly because instead of lunch, they'd bring her lithium. If it had been up to her, she would have killed herself long ago.
Death Took MeI breathed in what I knew would kill meDeath Took Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took my death.
it took me
#723time stops and suddenly everything begins#7233 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's finally over!
the world is now a great big commercial for
auto-insurance and banking,
you've never seen smiles like this;
and we're all of us leaving together like
funny neighborhood friends
and gracious gravity, so weary
loosens its ancient grip;
and the final moment is a gift:
we ascend as a vast polychrome fleet
up, through an atmosphere that seems to shimmer
up, surrounded by all manner of things:
books and cars
newspapers, television sets, balloons,
and the finest works of art;
tigers, lions, bears; birds and
and all of our most secret weapons
up, like some kind of holy hail;
and the light grew brighter then,
as we began to disappear.
It rained last MondayWith the red bootsIt rained last Monday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the wet,
an unavoidable stone,
in the runoff.
Black snail road,
not dirt path,
you are Colossus
Berlinyou were my five day summer.Berlin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell in love with the maze of your veins
and the hum of your heartbeat. I lost vital
parts of me between the brick of your
walls, and yet I found myself a thousand
times in the tangle of your stories and the
gravel of your skin.
you whispered secrets in my hair and
I laughed like ice cream, and all the
scents and all the flavors that you taught
me are now nacreous pigments in my
it's in your hold that I was sent to sleep
with exhaustion dripping from my lips
and satisfaction nestled in my limbs.
I came to you to escape from the things
that have settled deep
inside my bones,
and I cannot run without my
bones so I cannot run from them, but they
did not matter then because you were my skeleton
for the week and nothing mattered,
absolutely nothing mattered
in your embrace.
Poem for 17Amid the eager publicPoem for 173 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I play the words in my mind
Like tuna fish they watch
Happy with lies
One face stands out
Disfigured with hate
Shining as a single bulb light
In a silent dark cave
She knows I've deceived
She knows I've lied
With no greater intention
Than satisfying my pride
How much time has actually gone by?
The papers feel overweighted
For within my hands rest
The lies I've created
As my hands shake
I realize neither of us won
Yet I played the game
Stretching your pain for so long
This lonely empty moment
Filled with nothing but worry
I kept my eyes shut
So much for false glory
she has no ideaIn the end, we sparsely breathe.she has no idea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're teetering slowly across
the despairing trilogy of the end of our lives.
Scattered smiles of death are trailing our floating body,
and we look up at him, not sure that we should even mumble a word.
And so it goes, love is desperate, reckless, and humble.
small bumblebees tumble from our lips in the form of song,
and we think to ourselves that this is what heaven must be like.
I never even think about love.
It's there, it's gone.
it's repairing itself again.
Maybe I want to help someone.
Maybe someone wants to help me.
I was looking for her today,
somewhere I know I can find her,
in a brand new coat of youth,
and we're so similar.
But she has no idea.