The game of ignoranceWe feel the life with a touch of cold, mechanical,The game of ignorance in Spoken Word More Like This
not to be sucked into the vortex of the inevitable
fatuous and hypocritical sentimentality.
This is the description of a selfish thought.
This is what my father has tried to inseminate in my mind from my birth.
Is unrealistic to expect to find sincerity in an embrace never had.
Is childish and stupid to think that the correct perception of things
come out of the mouths of those who gave you life.
Thanks for making me feel and to continue
To make me feel so inadequate.
You are my strength.
Human limiTWe're stupid like rats,Human limiT in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Crazy in their cage,
every day we get to our goals,
a banal and predictable winning,
Desperately waiting for something,
Waiting for our shameless lies,
Waiting timid and fabricated consolations,
Waiting misleading reflections of something never existed,
Waiting for words words words, and even death.
We thirst for death.
Waiting for whom?
Waiting for what?
The only thing I want is to go from here
To another world.
ReflectionsWhen you sleep,Reflections in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lean on your soul,
and listen with my ears
on your bare chest
your heart quiet
I seem to grasp,
in your heart deep
the secret of the center of the world.
You do not sleep.
I do not sleep.
We're talking under the stars.
Among our hearts together,
all uncreated world.
The memory is a way to meet.
The end of nothingnessWe are dummiesThe end of nothingness in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in a window shop of a lost city..
astonished we fix this planet..
horrible this place.
our hearts beat ?
I was damned from infinity.
And the moon cries,
his work is lost.
Our pupils are frozen.
Our voices are shrill.
We don't leave anything good,
to those who come after.
We are too selfish in thought,
We have forgotten what it means
Try a pure feeling.
We have too many delusions of grandeur.
Laugh at ourselves.
Their smile is a masquerade.
When you have a dagger in the heart,
you can't talk.
you can't breathe.
This is what I feel.
Another Big Bang fix up allIs something absolute and discounted by many centuries,Another Big Bang fix up all in Spoken Word More Like This
the fact that we all equally possess a SOUL,
but how we feel inside?
ALL that I wanted was to be someone else.
All that I wanted was disintegrate the enemy
with sheer indifference.
All that I wanted was to give the self-awareness
to these eternal and ridiculous puppets.
Give them a mirror whose reflection would remain
imprinted forever in their arid conscience.
Is this what we are?
All that I wanted was to make my spirit stop crying.
I just wanted to kill you with ONE hand.
All that I wanted to do was yell in your face
my WRATH until you explode the eardrums.
All that I wanted was SMASH your skull
and EAT your useless brain.
Our confessions have become so monotonous and boring.
Time has come to step up..
The countdown for our total extinction,
has already started for some time.
Death sneer and caress our face.
All that I wanted was that the human race
CEASES to multiply.
We are human, so pathetical
Dry tearsI believe that the mindDry tears in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
can reap the greatest pleasure
in just escapes from pathetic ordinary.
And recompose so subjective and original images
which are coldly sound for monotonous habit
and vile fatigue.
We Framed our cloying gestures
in dull models of our dear and GRAY life.
Is something incredible for our logical intellect,
schematic and damn rational.
And although vaguely perceive that
the mind has visions and sensations of nature,
and less precise geometric,
we justify drawing a shitty line arbitrary,
to take pride in hand our robotic codes of conduct.
You might ask why I wrote all this..
For some time I study the new modern behavior
and I realized
that there isn't nothing more real in us.
Something unstoppable and indefinable
has happened to me.
Something that makes me see the world as if I have the infrared.
The speed of painReflectionsThe speed of pain in Spoken Word More Like This
When all you see,
silence your spirit..
When all you feel,
touch your soul..
What do you think?
What the fuck you think?
Do you think that life is beautiful?
Do you think that love exists?
Do you think that understanding exists?
I hung my eyes on the wall.
I decided to throw it away.
I decided that I can do without it.
I don't need it anymore.
I don't want to see,
this triumphs of filthy ignorance.
Words are meaningless.
Look the eyes around you.
When the pain comes, do you realize?
Can you realize the pain who comes to take you?
Abysses of mireIncreasingly strong and radicalAbysses of mire in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ignorance of human being.
listen.. hear the voice of fate.
Barriers stand tall before the time..
Is there anybody out there?
I'll drown gently
in the black waters of envy.
There is no future for our race.
And I'm not pessimistic,
I just try to open my eyes.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Have you ever asked?
Our materialism has turned into a seven- headed monster.
TorturedWhat remains of this love from skeletal routes marked?Tortured in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What remains of this love, sunk in error?
Paralyzing emotionsI'm not sure how to start writing on this sheet,Paralyzing emotions in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I know that somehow I have to do this.
Perhaps because they have been too many times that I started,
or at least I tried to write,
inexorably giving up soon after.
Probably my mind refuses to look for big words or great phrases,
Perhaps because it is too deep to analyze
everything I do,
every feeling I feel,
every tear that I verse,
any regret due to something that
I could do before,
I might be able to do now,
but I still do not and
I don't know if I can ever do.
The feelings and pain that fueled my flesh,
are something terribly poignant;
Is as if there was a vortex inside me,
slowly sucking my soul,
slowly ripping my heart,
every fucking second.
Clings on my shoulders a burden which little by little
There has been too heavy, unbearable.
Sadness embraces me whirling.
Is the future of people who think with the soul.
Is the future of people who live every single emotion,
fleshless his heart.
Yeah, I'm lucky.
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
AbrasiveShe's gone,Abrasive in Free Verse More Like This
and I feel I've become
so hard and bitter,
It's been coming
I saw it coming
and I changed anyway.
I don't know
if it changed me
or I changed myself
to hit it head-on.
I'm not gentle and kind
when I'm grieving.
I have a long way to go
before I grow up.
It just hurts so,
and it makes me
I don't want to be.
I don't mean
to hurt others
but I think I have.
I don't think I want
to talk about it
I need to go home
and start over,
learn to be
a better person again,
I need you,
I didn't mean
to get like this.
Fabrications of the MindIn the shop of healingFabrications of the Mind in Free Verse More Like This
spools of thread
lie on work tables
ready for use
in a war against minds.
in new-age shops
to hold themselves up.
and plastic crucifixes
are stacked in display boxes
labelled 25% off.
are strung across windows
to collect nightmares
on the run from daylight.
The city sleeps
good luck charms
NineNine in Free Verse More Like This
is the magic number
I miss you
you don't take.
You were here
for a little while
you were gone.
I miss you.
AftermathIt was still in what many would call the aftermath stages of the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had explained to McGonagall and Kingsley what they had been doing, and the task Dumbledore had left Harry. Harry had been a little taken aback by the depth yet undoubtful softness of the look his professor-turned-headmistress had given him, but not really surprised. The magnitude of the task and the fact that they had completed it – with him still here with them – had not quite sunk in yet.Aftermath in General Fiction More Like This
Harry knew others would be told of what had happened, the lengths Voldemort had gone to, and why he and his friends had raced Voldemort to Hogwarts. While he didn’t want others blaming him or thinking that they had actually lead the Dark Lord there, he also didn’t want it widely known the details of the methods of dark magic that had been used. But Kingsley had assured him that they would only release what was necessary in order for the wizarding world to understand w
Heart TransplantGrowing heartsHeart Transplant in Free Verse More Like This
Voices inside reflect
off glass panes:
light beams on mirrors
echoed within one civilisation.
breaking and entering.
Stars spread fingers
from city epicentres
as the interior
melting into the earth
to grow roots.
and are released from society.
How to Spread HappinessChildren blow bubblesHow to Spread Happiness in Free Verse More Like This
in the doctors office,
watch soapsuds fall
onto grey carpet.
at the echoes
spinning light spots
onto bare walls.
carried by hot air,
into the corridor.
on the desk
The Tale of Two KirstysI trust my deepest instincts now. The only first impression I go on is the fear one - I have been told by a number of people from many walks of life and professions that the only first impression you should listen to is the vibe you get from someone that they are creepy, that there is something dangerous or wrong about them. It's not something you always get from looking at someone, but if you ever do feel it, you will know what I'm talking about. It is a feeling you get deep inside right from the core of your being that there is something bad or dark inside them that will hurt you.The Tale of Two Kirstys in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Fight or fly at this point, just get out of that person's range. No matter what they potentially can give you in your life - maybe they can offer you the dream job you always wanted, or they have something that you need... None of it's worth it. Just get out of there, nothing is worth what you could lose if you stay.
I'm telling you this because once, when I was just a kid, my instincts saved my life in thi
Solder DragonSolder Dragon,Solder Dragon in Free Verse More Like This
wingless in flight,
clamps fangs down
on my project
Through silver steam it glares
as it's forced to bow
saliva, molten and animate,
seals my circuit closed
then the dragon crouches low
to the black-smeared board
I watch the creature with benches between us
reflective eyes deepen to ebony shadows
it turns to the next in line
to solder an LED
My own red light blinks feebly,
then the fleeting warning's gone
Anorexia NervosaTrees on lacquered floorboardsAnorexia Nervosa in Free Verse More Like This
branches droop, rise again
leaves fall around tight slippers
and tapping rigid feet
bring winter knocking
Black leggings, white vests
willows, oaks, elms
dwindle to skeletal boughs
and sharp angles
chills enter through
Reflections in stretched mirrors relax,
melting over lengthening days
time glows and touches cold feet
dip into resin
Waltz of the Painted Doll begins
high curtains are drawn back
sunlight plays, making silhouettes
dancers shadows follow
on dulled varnish
Pin-up GirlPin ideas up in public,Pin-up Girl in Free Verse More Like This
analyse the shadows
they make on walls behind;
when people laugh.
Inspirations make a habit
of running away:
liquid in cupped palms.
Carve crystal pendants
in shades of yellow, pink and blue.
Hang them up away from others
and they spin in midair,
framed by windows.
Light passing through them
-echo-brilliant light, the death of stars, long since dead,-echo- in Free Verse More Like This
dragging darkness behind them
merely illusions, no substance to kiss
I have no form …less than hollow
No stillness within me
No answers to give
No songs made of laughter
No treasures unclaimed
What faith now remains?
Look to other faces
My time never was
A whisper, a vapor
bridges of lightNone of us are innocentbridges of light in Free Verse More Like This
a chance to flee, and we are gone
burning chapters in a book
future bridges start to glow
depths are found
a chance to flee, and we are gone
future bridges start to glow
Fate begins her subtle weave
as my choices slowly dwindle
a thousand cuts
Fate begins her subtle weave
another row of pointed teeth
half awake, no longer dreaming
has it always been this way
house of clay
battered by storms
waiting to crumble
half awake, no longer dreaming
the way ahead, now blocked by fear
would you stand here in my place
none of us are innocent
-Mountains of the moon -horizons curve-Mountains of the moon - in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a slow exhale. rain.
-sea cruise-Odysseus...-sea cruise- in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
by shapely nymphs
Gryllidae discordevening chorusGryllidae discord in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
near the banyan tree
one cricket, off key
-reluctant holiday greeting-thirty second conversation, one more tangle-reluctant holiday greeting- in Free Verse More Like This
'Mechanics''Mechanics' in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds think that their movement in the sky is a result of their will to move.
We are all oblivious to invisible winds.
'my Night''my Night' in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
Rhapsody of PainI woke up this morningRhapsody of Pain in Free Verse More Like This
with my old pain
but for the first time in years
I blessed the old pain
cause change leads to dying
while I feel the same
The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreamsWhen you live so long among dreams,The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreams in Free Verse More Like This
they start shaping your reality
When you live so long without...
reality shapes you
Terminal frostI am contemplating stillness. A desolate and flat land breathing an unnatural silence.Terminal frost in Short Stories More Like This
The ploughed dirt has taken monstrous shapes as if the hand of a tormented sculptor wanted to impress his agony on this land.
The traces of my footsteps are long gone, probably blown away by the blizzard. And the snow... the snow is a dirty white. It doesn't even have that feel, the one I remember from childhood. It crumbles in my hands, like sand. The sky is also grey and if it weren't for distant trees you would not be able to place the horizon in the picture.
Everything is frozen. The trees have frozen, birds on branches frozen too, looking quiet and at peace.
I have to move now. I remember I was going somewhere... North... I think. I'm in no hurry, but I've seen all I can from this point. My hands are a bit cold, but it's bearable. Chest feels warm enough and the walk will get my heart pumping again.
It's going to be a hard winter. Hard for the land... hard for the trees... h
Locus SolusI sometimes recall a particular morning from childhood. I was in my grandparents' home - a big house, with large empty walls and high ceiling. It was a lazy winter morning. The sun was coming shyly through the shades. A heavy silence all around. I did not dare to move in my bed, afraid that I'd somehow ruin that order of the world. In all that stillness I suddenly noticed a small spider crawling on a wall. I thought it was cute for some time, until the immensity of that empty wall hit me like a hammer. The slowly advancing spider had walked alone up to that point and it still had a lot of empty ground to cover. I whispered "The world is a lonely place, little spider". And I cried for him. But the little spider didn't even notice me. And that, in turn, made me feel alone.Locus Solus in Emotional More Like This
'The Fall''The Fall' in Free Verse More Like This
We are falling from the top of a thousand storey building.
The girl to my left dreams of flying.
The guy in front can only feel the wind in his face.
I mostly contemplate the concrete below.
We get distracted by the occasional passage of birds.
On the horizon clouds gather in marvelous shapes. I smile and tell them about it. They look and smile back at me.
Abruptly the horizon disappears.
The concrete is soft and welcomes us.
And nature celebrates our Fall.
'Carne'întunericul se lasă'Carne' in Free Verse More Like This
și o ființă agilă
cu luciri pe pielea albă
și canini de lapte - sânii,
avansând ca o felină
se propagă-n încăpere
ca un val ce se va sparge
împroșcând în jur cu spumă
de faleza ce de veacuri
o așteaptă doar pe ea...
două turnuri mari, lucioase,
zgârie a mele coaste,
mâna îmi coboară-n cercuri
iară carnea se desface
ca o floare neștiută
și cuprinsă de o foame
mă înghite, mă sufocă,
umezită de sudoare
vrea să fie frământată
și călcată in picioare
'Solitude''Solitude' in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
After a hard day's workSaved the world.After a hard day's work in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...Now for tea.
Lament of Evil One on the edge of World DominationWell, I never!Lament of Evil One on the edge of World Domination in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Again I'm thwarted!
A Mother laments her Childs Logic and HygieneFear of vacuuming?A Mother laments her Childs Logic and Hygiene in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's a phobia?!
Happy Ending?Rode into the sunset...Happy Ending? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You breeze through my lifeYou ebb and flow,You breeze through my life in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
adopt this poem...look! i found a thread!adopt this poem... in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a clue, a trail of bread-crumbs...
hmm...where does it go?
haintsplaces are batteries. more precisely, capacitors. imbibing the current of emotion as a memory.haints in Free Verse More Like This
storing the charge until such a time as it is over-loaded or catalyzed. then, spilling its ephemeral contents into the mind; the knock in the wall, the cold space on the stairs, the translucent figure wafting past the door...places are batteries.
we see what we wish
is all around us
Autumn WishShe built a house of willow woodAutumn Wish in Free Verse More Like This
under the hushed October sky
and scattered moonstones
in the reeds along the river banks
and prayed for Autumn's sighs,
to shake the west wind from her bones.
She still yearns for summer's brilliance
caught between the ocean's rocky shoals,
and gathers seashells
from the sand among the seaweed bed,
and prays for Autumn's soul
to haunt where once her bare feet tread.
Fear of FlyingThe minute he stepped off the planeFear of Flying in Free Verse More Like This
he thought of her and how she hated
flying - how the white metal protruded
and streamlined around her,
anxious to be friends;
how the engine gasped in awe
as it buckled the weight of 234
strangers and kept them from floating
She was afraid of crashing and of caring
what clothes she packed in matching
luggage that would not make it home.
She hated the folding trays,
how they all stood at attention
and the smell of mint souring the stewardess'
breath as she leaned in too far with a pack of
He reminded her that the wings were
sturdy girders, not made of balsa wood and floss
like the ones at the museum and that
the drone was some sort of science -
not some strange addiction
or a scheme of addled magic bumping against the
and that falling always took
the wrong kind of courage.
PlaygroundPlayground in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
A veces la calle es oscuraA veces la calle es oscuraA veces la calle es oscura in Emotional More Like This
Vas dando patadas a los botes y estan vacios
A veces las personas no encontramos una salida , una luz , y todo se torna en estado de decadencia .
A veces la gente piensa que estamos bien x tener una sonrisa o un estallido de humor.
A veces no hay nadie que sepa la verdad de la gente.
No interesa a nadie.
A veces el temor se torna odio.
A veces la soledad se torna risas en las personas que no lo entienden.
A veces uno llora y no entiendo ese llanto.
Y solo , solo , camina rodeado de estrellas , pisando los charcos de las lágrimas que generan sus dolores.
A veces no es justo no llorar.
A veces no vale la pena sonreir .
A veces uno quiere volar y no encuentra la fuerza para levantar el vuelo.
A veces se pudren los corazones.
A veces hay guerras interiores y luchas contra tí mismo.
A veces , un gesto de amistad es lo único que ayuda a estas personas.
No digo que el día sea un infierno y la noche mi aliento , estoy diciendo , que solo u
Ser arbol cegado por luz de lunaSer árbol cegado por luz de lunaSer arbol cegado por luz de luna in Free Verse More Like This
es mejor que ser ángel quemado por luz del sol.
Inmóvil ante el misterioso encanto
del reflejo de los ojos del satélite . . .muerto.
Paseos en barca y solo silencio.
Amantes fugaces acudiendo al encuentro.
Observo,callo,bajo mis ramas esperan el momento.
Una leve brisa y mis hojas cayendo a destiempo
Es sabiduria no es un lamento.
Mirar la luna ,sentir helado
Mirar el tiempo,ser un posado
Todo se lo llevó el viento , tiempo . . .antaño.
El vacio invento de los hombres despiertos
que inventan un cuento a cada momento
sin un sentimiento sin un documento . . .un pasatiempo.
Ser árbol y dejarte un momento suspirante por dentro !!
Y Yo tu alimento. Vivo por dentro.
Cuesta tanto ser un clavo de uCuesta tanto ser un clavo de un esclavoCuesta tanto ser un clavo de u in Philosophical More Like This
Pues el clavo es la cadena que le puso su amo.
El clavo no piensa , está impuesto x la fuerza.
El clavo eres tú .
Cuando no piensas y eres metal frío
sangrante y afilado.
Un clavo saca otro clavo , así es el aparato
Unos aplauden al amo que fija los clavos de los torturados.
Unos defienden la "justicia" para que el aparato siga funcionando.
Unos se jactan de justos y de trabajar para el pueblo.
Unos trabajan y otros . . .los mios , pensamos.
Mi trabajo consiste en ir sacando clavos de los torturados y de paso ir alimentando mi cerebro con razones justas y sinceras , pues puedo pensar y escribir.
No soy escritor , ni soy poéta , soy pensador , imaginador realista y a veces optimista .
Imaginador subrealista si el día salió veneno.
Desde mi humilde morada , bajo la luz blanca , pálida luz d los poétas , de las putas y la España de pandereta.
UntitledAlta melancolia , hoy me he puesto a recordarUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
Lo mucho que te quería
Altas montañas y noches frías
Valles y sembrados en constante armonía
Tierras solitarias , parecen dormidas
Colores campestres que nunca se olvidan.
Amaneceres extraordinarios y que decir tienen sus atardeceres
Tan llenos de rosas y tan poblados de espinas
El mayor espectáculo del mundo
para el que camina.
Rocas y chopos , musgos y encinas
La Mancha Nunca Se Olvida
Un dia tristeVer como se ríen de tí en tu cara no tiene precio , ese dolor , es acumulativo , se forma un fondo muy negro , mienten , todos temen el dolor de la mentira , todos hacen de su vida una falsa simpatía , se corroen x dentro , no quieren verlo , prefieren dar una imagen de falsa modestia , así somos , si la verdad de cada uno es bella , harán gala de su actitud para mostrarnos la simpatía y la buena vida que tengan , el problema es cuando vienen mal dadas , ahí la cosa cambia , se ocultan , temen la soledad , la discriminación d la sociedad , cuando uno demuestra lo que es . .o es envidiado o es lastimado o es odiado , esos que te aman x tus éxitos se convierten en sombras , en fantasmas , no aparecen a no ser que les sea otorgado el don de la compasión , no espero nada de nadie , pq nadie es nadie , nada es nada, mis amigos esperan que desaparezca del mapa , lógico , son ceniza en un mundo muertoUn dia triste in Emotional More Like This
Que + daQue más dáQue + da in Free Verse More Like This
Que más dá el verso o el verbo amar
De donde venga o provenga
Que más dá
El poema flota y reflota en tu seno mujer
Anida y reposa en tu pecho hombre cruel
Surge y navega
Rima o rema
El poema , la palabra adornada , imperiosa
No es de nadie , simplemente flota , habíta a cada ser , no tiene dueño , un amo a quien
Flota y está llena de simples melodías en los mares y tierras de tu piel al amanecer.
Al anochecer , se hace de acero , es hiedra en tu cuerpo . . .
Por eso . . Que más dá !!
Quien sea su dueño!!
1Y tú te empeñas en ir detrás de mí y cuando me doy la vuelta y el que va detrás de tí soy yo . . .1 in Free Verse More Like This
Que tipo de juego es este que enferma a la persona más fuerte
Que es la vida sino mentira y amor traidor
Amor que aparece y en el momento que todo fluye va muriendo lentamente
Amor violento y suicida
Amor de esperas y huidas
No te quiero ver tan cerca!!
Pasa como el fantasma , te penetra sin dolor físico y cuando a consumido ya tu espíritu . . .se va!!!
Se puede vivir de odiar
Pero no de amar.
Decía Oscar Wilde que el amor es más fuerte que la muerte.
Deja que muera el diaDeja que muera el díaDeja que muera el dia in Free Verse More Like This
Tan lleno de almas frías!!
Tan cargado de mentiras!!
Espera a la noche . . .
Amiga . . .
La verdad se oculta entre muros de orgullo y pamplina.
A los hijs de la noche
Los que guardan la verdad oculta en sus pupilas.
Para ells es fría la luz del día
Para ells que se mueren sin mostrar alegría
Para las almas engañadas y las puertas cerradas , va dedicada esta melodía.
Y salen de sus escondites y saludan a los hijs de la noche . . . Esos que dicen no tienen alma . . .esos que dicen de mirada perdida.
Para tí que te ocultas de mí
Para mí que me oculto de tí
Para la fantasía
Para la noche
Para la idiota que me guía
Para la culpa que me esquiva
Para la gente que me olvida
Para la noche . . .hasta nunca dia!!!
primeros besos y cariciasprimeros besos y caricias adolescentes e inolvidablesprimeros besos y caricias in Free Verse More Like This
ocultos entre muros y campiñas castellanas
inmortales y deliciosos recuerdos
primeros orgullos demostrados
primeras bofetadas celosas y lujuriosas
en aquellos dulces y maravillosos años
Es tiempo del recuerdo y la melancolía
Otoño in my mind
Otoño in my soul
Otoño de hojas muertas
de besos muertos
A one-sided conversationDo you ever miss me?A one-sided conversation in Free Verse More Like This
The pretty one
Broke my once iron will
With such a bitter pill
That you forced me to swallow
Scooped me out, made me hollow.
You know who you are
Girl from afar.
I'm asking you to confess
If it is true,
Though I don't think you'll say
Or give anything away...
Is it the price I must pay
For having the audacity
To love you?
Was your decision not to speak
For your benefit
Perhaps someone else's,
Because for all this time
I never stopped talking at all.
Can you not see
The writing on my wall?
Or do my words now fall
On the deaf ears of someone not there?
You've proved you don't care.
And yes I have heard
The often said words
That everything's fair
In matters like this,
You probably just pity
This monster you kissed
With poison laced lips....
Yet even captors are occasionally missed.
My promise still standsWell you've seen all my drawingsMy promise still stands in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And read all my pleas,
That illustrated just how you
Brought me to my knees.
Without a hello
Or even a goodbye,
You disappeared from my life
Left me high and dry.
I can't keep this up
It's clear that you've gone,
You've recalled your friendship
And left me with none.
I don't stay up late now
Or check my mail anymore,
It's been weeks since you left me
It may even be more.
I hope that you're happy
And make a success of your life,
Just remember my promise if
You can't bear your strife.
Some girls should come with a Government WarningYou break hearts with impunitySome girls should come with a Government Warning in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And lead men astray,
You cash emotional cheques
We can't possibly pay.
You act like a damsel
When it's us in distress,
Then cry on our shoulders
And leave us a mess.
You promise us things
You have no intention to give,
Then you make sure we're broken
With no will to live.
Forever means nothing
To you it's unreal,
There's no way to prevent
The hearts you will steal.
You'll leave without warning
No goodbye or farewell,
Then forget us completely
While we rot in our hell.
I didn't really understand the rulesHell...I didn't really understand the rules in Free Verse More Like This
I never saw that one coming!
The water wasn't particularly still nor deepMysterious riverThe water wasn't particularly still nor deep in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You flowed from the sea
And carried my soul
Across space for a while
My beautiful Nile
And time passed so very
I swam in your waves
You beckoned me in
But never once told me
I'd pay for my sin
And lose my reason to smile
My beautiful Nile
Your depths were a prize
I couldn't possibly win.
Your pools are now empty
And your banks have all dried
I can no longer swim now
Though Lord knows I tried
Till you spoke of the aisle
My beautiful Nile
And your love for another
That swept me aside.
The Invisible GirlThe invisible girlThe Invisible Girl in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She cannot be seen,
You can't see her coming
Or if she has been.
You can't tell she's here
You don't know if she's there,
She stays in the shadows
Without any care.
Last week I could see her
But now I cannot,
She blinded my vision
I guess that's my lot.
Full of itSomething has dried me up and left me emptyFull of it in Free Verse More Like This
But full somehow
Full of shit.
Think I can change the world
With my chakra powered cosmic forcefield of Universal Mind?.......
The New age saw me coming.
Let’s all say our prayers, and everything will be alright.
God bless mummy and daddy and all God’s creatures
(Especially the ones you had for dinner).
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small.
All things weak and eatable
The Lard God made them all.
There's no Phoenix hereI miss the wayThere's no Phoenix here in Free Verse More Like This
You used to speak
When your affection was free
And you offered your cheek
But only ever your cheek, I should've known
My chances weren't blown
They were never there in the first place.
So you ignited me
When your heart wasn't free
Now I can see.
But neither was mine
Yes I was a swine
But at least I was honest enough to tell you.
I might have changed my life
Wield the break up knife
If you'd only asked
Before the chance passed.
But you never did
And were never going to,
As there was always another
Waiting for you.
For a while I distracted
And you played
The role of lost maiden
To my knight.
And boy what a sight
Your face was to me
Created so perfectly
With effortless grace
And the promise of eternity.
But you have no more words to say
As you've ended your game
And it's such a shame
That in the end
You chose not to be my friend