Even after existenceI too had a love, it was big, perhaps as much as it is today my pain. I also felt the charm of a scented mouth.
I can’t see you sad, because it kills me ... the essence that was the light of my soul.
Your face full of sorrow ... my sweet love ... Today I missed that nothing that was between you and me, subtle and quiet.
It hurts so much those tears that you pour out... it fills my heart with anguish ... and trying to smile, even with closed eyes, I see you perfectly.
I suffer the unimaginable if you are sad ... and it just seems natural to have your lips against mine, against my face and throat.
I do not want that doubt makes you cry. The notes of the violins impose their pace, our pace, the rhythm of your heart.
We have sworn to love us until death, and if the dead love, after death we can love us even more.
Oh ... Women that walk in front of me and never dedicate their glances at me ... So close to my eyes, so far away from my life...
And she, the special one, always smiling, l
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.If an angel hears me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Angel or DemonThese eyes look at you as if the night look you today...Angel or Demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divine woman, for a bliss of my being that I found you; precious woman, for my sadness that you just looked me.
You and I share my soul at find us, but then I stayed empty and you without me.
The vile object of my sublime passion... I secretly playing that part of you that I've put a name.
Why I treasure the spells you put on my soul already thirsty?
At night, some part of me walks maddened looking for more reasons than have to forget you, and then go on loving you.
Will there be in your heart just mud and poison? Or will you be the beautiful rose in my perpetual Eden?
I panic to forget about you in a short time... because I want to love you at least two lives with infinite time...
Always hinders so many things, you and me just one hinders us: your desire.
That pearl fallen from heaven... woman most pure as a serene light.
When my hands are shaking almost getting rid of reason ... standing before the angel that heaven left withou
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...Pretending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
She is one of those girlsI always thought she felt good about herself to be at my side, no matter the place or situation, but I have found she won't.She is one of those girls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I must aspire with rancor and close my ears to the world: I must talk to myself:
Put myself on your shoes.
How difficult it must be for her to accept that loves me.
And I cannot throw myself to the tragedy, she is not the only thing in my life.
There is a belief, the only faith I profess is the confidence of eternal love, the wisdom of a bewildering passion, and I only accept as truth what I can rationally understand: you.
The nights are cold, the nights are sad. They are the tears shed when you remember that she it is not a fantasy.
And it is in those moments when you think you could do anything for her ... commit a crime. I've heard that people abandoned to death, a day before they receive a last meal. The best of their life.
And it is in these crazy things when I think I would ask one last kiss, a moment with you. The best of my life.
She is one of those g
Heartache Every MomentI had never seen eyes so naive. That soft mouth, of pastel color, that velvety skin ... everything in her looks fragile but perfect.Heartache Every Moment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A star on top of another, never a calculable amount, a passion for you, about a passion for you.
Breathing with your gazes, your eyes, your heart. It was stupid to be so focused on one person, and I knew it.
A strange sensation at see you, you're looking in the wrong direction. And as if guided by a divine hand, for the sweet push of destiny, turn your gaze to me.
Everyone knows the beauty of your eyes, and you know they are the most beautiful ... and still you dedicate me a glimpse ... then why when you look at me you do it coldly ? With eyes so cold that freezes the soul.
You do that to hurt me, but I must say that you reflect a little spark of pity for this undignified love for you. Even so, your look is more beautiful than the person who looks at you, do not look at me like that ... because you will not be less beautiful.
And if you have a second of y
Ask me to leave youI wondered if these two kissing with so much anxiety really love each other, Or just try to eat each other to not feel alone?Ask me to leave you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If it is the solitude, then I need you to go, be who you really are, no imitations, without prejudice yourself, to be free, do not stay where you do not want, do not stay with whom does not make you happy ...
You're emptying me of someone, of something, of time ... of oblivion.
Nothing I say is true, nothing I see exists...
Need you to leave me ... to remove the monstrous habit of relying on someone.
How odd is to want from your future what we deliberately let go in your past.
I do not see in your eyes some sign of affection, that's why I need you to go. So you meet other horizons, so you get carried away by your beautiful madness.
How much I would like to know how to write beautiful words and convince you of my love, for now all I can do is ask you to leave...
There is always a time of day in which we are willing to die. But I have become a bad habit to have th
The questions of XWho loves you?The questions of X1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what happens: I do not need someone to love, but someone to forget.
Who remembers every caress of your body?
A few days ago I spit my heart to remember your distaste.
Who would change for you?
I'm about to not be me... and become in someone I never wanted to be...
Who looks at you like me?
If through your eyes I see the glory, I dread to think that the next activity that looks dangerous to me is open my eyes.
Who would like to be a wise man?
May have been the divine woman, but it was not ... I would like to know the reasons, especially the absurd and damned.
Who sighs for you only?
That black color of my sad nights and even more bitter silence, because those who live as half a soul do not know to breathe deep and keep silent.
Who just think of you?
All I'm thinking now, I will not let only in words, because I need them inside me.
Who appreciates you like a queen?
I love you so much that this passion that covers my sadness, makes my eyes a couple of dreamers with
......there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you......2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
...because there is no map to the place where we go...
...because all of your kisses are stolen…
...Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
... Suddenly I found something that was worth to immerse myself. A dream worthy to be pursued...
... The girl I wanted had come back to me, breaking the world into two…
... It's all in the air...
... While two confused souls can express their love for the warmth of a kiss...
... There universes, there are rivers in your eyes, my heart is in your eyes ...
AngelAngel, here you have my poem, tender heart friend, mystic girl that offers joy.Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Link thousand words, in my mind releasing the most pure wishes.
Angel, you put your soul in mine, brighter than the sun and beautiful indeed.
Heaven of my soul, you came at the right time, one of the most beautiful treasures.
I know this feeling inside me is not easy to forget...
Angel, I will never forget the moment you came into my life.
You're the sky, impossible to find in the vastness.
Those poems that made you possible, sky lights pose on you every day.
Black sky, until you came, illusions and dreams without cold nights, slowly, relentlessly.
My muse, my poem I give with love, hope that the light of my words illuminate your way.
Disturbing my heart, unravel your words and your breath, impregnated with your beauty and tenderness.
Angel, I have never told you, but today I am writing: you fill the void in my heart.
Frankly I can’t lie.... I love you, my inspiration.
Angel, I'm anxious to see you ev
The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...The Sacrament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...
I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…
Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...
Nothing left without her...
Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...
One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.
And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.
I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.
You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.
Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.
My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.
About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
to live without you, I just can't.No one can love like us, no one can suffer like us.to live without you, I just can't.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it is precisely for this reason, the feeling of having all that is yours, and that I want that you have all of me, that causes me the fear to feel even more alone, even emptying my foolish pride.
And I like to know that you're mine, that I search you in all the world just to see your eyes; with caresses full of fire; with the sea of my thoughts becoming an infinite space where your soul rests with mine.
They say that before dying you see happen in an instant the most significant moments of your life. I'll try to leave all those memories, those thoughts, that sweet suffering, to stay alone with you, and slowly lose our fragile hearts.
But ... suddenly ... I understand: it is useless, impossible.
I'll see you go through some corner of the city, away from me, my life and my memories.
Because I live happy yet with anguish, with the anguish that maybe you will do something wrong and a wrong love invoke.
I want to run back time and ther
I'll Get You Through ThisHere's a glass of water;I'll Get You Through This2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another pill made just for me.
I'll drink it with my sorrows
And I'll swallow back my plea.
You don't even need to hear me,
I'll be writing it on the wall:
The hope you never gave me,
Is the hope that stands me tall!
And I will walk through this world,
Don't ask me if it's cold.
There is warmth for you to find here;
My hand's for you to hold.
So take it and I promise,
This night won't be your last.
If you stay with me, I swear,
We'll walk beyond the past.
- Chennie, 26th May 2014
Woman or GirlMy heart of his deep slumber will awaken ... And maybe instead of heart I will have an unfeeling gravestone of dead...Woman or Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not know if her hate or my love made her to look like a sweet girl in my eyes...
Or perhaps I should not say girl, but quite a woman ... because in you there is no innocence, and your absence leaves me in doubt and emptiness, and I, however, woman, I leave the whole soul ... something that only makes me feel a muse like you.
I don't miss you wanted to provoke me, nor miss you managed to submit myself: because you were able to love me, but you are unable to understand me.
To be honest with you my friends, I think I almost understood what heaven was...
No need to look at my other poems, should not look at the story of my life to know the answer to the question that some of you have asked me: What is your definition of poetry? Easy... poetry... is you!
How sad is that ... Don’t you think? of course ... how sad I am without you ...
What does a world mean without
TemptationHave close good pieces of your memories and you'll notice that you'll want a moonless night, when all will seem useless, and have the feeling of being really on this planet but luckily with a privileged position to watch the stars…Temptation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the other side of the moon…
Obstacles do not stop me. The rigor overcomes all obstacles. One who has his sights set on a star does not change his course.
It is aberration against nature assume such madness on a girl who is the perfection itself:
Represents the darkest doom, to embody the imminent threat of a violent death.
She is a poet, walks poetry, thinks poetry, verse and walks dreams into unique and unrepeatable words, not afraid to say it because I know her, because I've sunk in its pages and her poetry has changed my look and gesture, I know because walking barefoot and makes poetry even if intended to keep silent.
I entertain that thought for a moment, but it opens up a memory.
I don’t fell in love with her face but his c
A night with youI could never get over the shock it gave me the vision of your body so perfect.A night with you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A muse, a siren, a sylph, a willing woman of passion, of love, of warmth.
Tonight will become my happiness, because it would be the first time, the first time it would be a true love.
We are that fire, we are that light.
I hope the night will not disturb our dreams, full of our greatness.
Of passion and horror, of curiosity and desire, as they will never be after tonight.
You're the torment turned into cure.
Not of pain, but of satisfaction and gratitude.
And we'll be just time, without compass fixed in our blood, you will remain the same women forever, the one perhaps you abandoned for not pleased your desires with mine ..
We must end this ritual to start a new and different, until the moon is tired of seeing us and abandon us.
You have left your smell in my thirsty lips, and your petals on my pillow, and now I dream of you unable to touch you, I’m tied to you forever.
I try to convince me that this
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.Solitary Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A
hallucinations and dreamsHow do I call you without losing the romance and mystery?hallucinations and dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What ritual or dance is done to the moon to bring me your kisses?
The death of a being of such beauty is a spectacle that seems to me as sad as wonderful... I feel compelled to stop it.
Every night, when I retire quietly of your dreams, but not before leaving a black rose on your pillow, along with a note "Goodbye beautiful girl. You already have a place in my heart. "
For a moment, a feeling consumes me the idea of staying here by your side until I'm lifeless...
But then I think about the consequences of letting me die: my soul would rest, yes; but my body would miss you, and that pain could not bear a lifetime.
One sometimes die slow, and miss everything that has not happened yet, living in a fantasy, a fast and bright longing to that person who has not even turned around to see us ...
These are seemingly endless minutes, minutes where only exists pain and torture.
The pain becomes a pang.
The rumors are floating in the mist.
DumbMy mind still goes crazy when I imagine your words.Dumb2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is still surprised when I read your words.
I remember the best moments were when you said "I love you".
I remember the most beautiful words were when you whispered "I love you".
Not even your beautiful eyes, divine feeling.
Nor hear your beautiful laugh, my oasis every day. None of that was enough to satisfy my senses.
But I promise you keep my hands without memory, so that each time I touch you I do it differently.
Sometimes fear is a bad thing. Do not let me enjoy beautiful moments. If you can’t beat it, it becomes a kind of curse...
I curse the morning light, that hurts your eyes when you wake up. I curse the shadow of the night, that on his lap will find you sleep.
That if it hurts? A little... I confess
Love is an unwelcome guest.
Look how I am: and without any sadness to tell you.
This way... like crazy, trying to find you, you, my cure. I will be able to know what I think and what I touch.
Why you don't tell
liar or notWhy suddenly I am your enemy?liar or not2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I the one who should apologize?
What a shame for me, because you will hurt me forever… liar or not.
Fool me with a false love.
I need to love you, liar or not.
Kiss me with the kiss of your mouth, loving half of my soul, a single kiss my heart invokes, that the bliss of two ... that would kill me.
Those mountains behind me, she says. They are you. Summit in heaven. Solitary peaks.
So there will be no compromise, no complaints, no delay ... liar or not.
Fool me with a false love.
I need to love you, liar or not.
I opened my eyes and I found yours too open, staring at my face. When she looked me that way nothing seemed to make sense, like I was the prize rather than the lucky winner by chance.
The truth is that I live by and for her visits. Seeing her again makes one less person to be mourned. And the time we spent together is the best time of day ... liar or not.
Fool me with a false love.
I need to love you, liar or not.
However, just when I s
I'm an old lieI'm scaredI'm an old lie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of never be as happy as now...
Love just makes life more bearable...
But the pain makes it perfect…
That feeling when two souls call themselves from time to time to show even the smallest and stupidest discovery, and everything seems magical, important, amazing.
That moment seems to me so beautiful that I forget everything, my purpose, my fears, my scruples.
My soul went out last night and has not returned. His search seems endless every morning.
What a shame for those who think and believe that there are things in which we believe ... and many more that we will never believe...
Like an old lie, a galaxy of shady feelings, an infinite universe of repetitive words.
A life and anything that leads me to die ... and that sometimes I only feel alive when I die.
Close your eyes containing breathing dam of that incredible emotion, of that pain of love, of that magic of become yours forever.
But, what if that place where we go ... does not exist?
It may be there, high
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...Your parents are artists1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
you stoleyou are smoke,you stole2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
I was brokenI was broken.I was broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart was broken in pieces, so long ago that I couldn't even remember when it broke.
It wasn't like having a broken heart from love sickness, when your heart shatters all at once.
No, mine just gradually eroded and crumbled down over the years.
Sure, I tried fixing it. One little piece at the time. But every time I managed to fix a part, it just got broken down again.
And eventually I stopped trying to fix it. It felt like a waste of time anyway.
I carried the broken pieces of heart with me. Sealed in a box, deep inside my inner core.
The box was packed packed well.
And I made sure to not shake it too hard, because otherwise the splinters would hit me and it would hurt.
The pieces were only there only to serve one purpose; to fuel my inspiration for art.
It was the one thing that I did enjoy doing.
By the time I was 18 years old, I'd already seen so much in life, that I became numb to it.
And I was convinced that I would end up either
HauntedI see her there withHaunted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.