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A Coward Angel“Go”, this is what they told you and you turned your back and left. I remember I saw you from the window; it was a summer evening, around eight o’clock when the orange of the sun had painted the sky. That orange light lay on your face. I still remember your expression. Pain, pride, and disappointment. I still remember… I’ve never been an expert on those things, these are complicated things, I don’t interfere, but that rejection hurt. Something you said, something they said; this is how these things happen. One word brings another and you end up hating yourself. But I think you didn’t. You took your things and left, without a word, without a scream, with nothing. I thought of stopping you. I opened that window but cowardice choked my words. I do regret it. How would I know what would happen? How could I foresee that choice? How…, my love…?
I left that house with my head high. I’ve heard enough, I’ve lived enough, I had
A Sweet Prison, The Choice to StayHe didn't belong there and he knew it. It sure was comfortable and fancy and he was safe but he wasn't born to be locked inside. He was a traveler; an adventurer who had met the entire world. Cold places covered with snow, warm ones where the heat was unbearable, chilly ones, the feeling of rain on his body. Now, he was caged in a golden palace, restrained to see the world through iron bars. It was his prison.
He didn't have much to do. He had time, lots of time, but he couldn't spend it. The only thing he was doing all the time was jumping from one perch to another. The distance between them was so close that he didn't even make an effort to land on the plastic bar. He thought it was lame to compare that plastic branch with the real wooden ones. Not only they didn't look the same but they didn't feel or smell the same. Those were strong and fresh and alive with colorful flowers on them; these were fake and unknown. They were dead.
Or maybe, the cage was dead. On one side, there was a
Red is the theme tonightHe stood there, staring at a big, white emptiness. His eyes blank, hollow. It had been months since the passion had left his body transforming him into a cheap replica of what he used to be. Many didn’t notice the difference, but for the few ones he mattered the most, he was a different person, a stranger. He knew they would criticize him; his best friends. He hadn’t called them or kept in touch for months. They waited there for a sign of his to know he was alright. They waited patiently but the only thing he could do was to stare the white wall. He hadn’t noticed the empty packs of cigarettes and the filthy coffee mugs thrown all over the place. The heavy atmosphere from the smoke didn’t bother him. His body, tired and malnourished, was complaining for comfort but the only thing he was hungry of was passion, inspiration.
Disappointed, he took a half empty mug from the table and walked to the window. With the same resigned look, he gazed the view of his balco
The Circle of DustDeath
Body lays on empty floor
Spirit absent from earth now
No breath in and out
Snow covered the ground
A clover fights on the surface
Life wants to be born
Don't Give Up On Me YetNo one is needed where I am
It's cold and dark and lonely
And I'm scared.
I hear you crying on my bed
And I want to try, to fight
But the kiss of death is close...
I won't lie.
I know I wasn't the best child
It goes all over in my mind
But I'm still here, listen!
Mum, it's weird where I am
This bed is foreign, it's not mine
The air in me is dry
And my heart will cry.
Please, mum, don't let me die.
If You Make One More StepIf you make one more step...
I won't follow you anymore.
I'm tired of chasing you all over the stairs of regret.
If you make one more step...
I won't call your name.
Cause you forgot what's mine years ago.
If you make one more step...
i won't wait for you.
But if you come, I won't be here anymore.
If you forget, I'll stop remembering,
And it'll be easy enough as breathing
under the water.
I'll wear a smile on my face;
Because sorrow will be in the soul not in the body.
I'll be alive;
A hollow shell with no heart living inside.
I'll fall down;
Again and again.
But one day I'll get up standing on my own two feet.
But you'll be alone and dead.
So be careful...
If you make one more step.
Colorless ColorsHe was sitting there. When I came back from school, I found him still sitting there. He was a man, around his sixties, with rags embracing his fragile body. His face covered wild, white beard and was looking at the ground or gazing far away. He was sitting at the most central bus stop of the town with people passing him by every second but he didn't seem to notice a thing around him. He was invisible for the world and the world was hidden from him, like a curtain of mist. He was living in his world. A shapeless world where everything and everyone was accepted; where time and space didn't seem to matter.
I first saw the old man a few weeks ago. I was going to school with my mother. I was a big girl but she insisted to walk me to the bus stop and wait with me for the school bus. That made me mad because I wasn't a child anymore and if the other kids happened to see me, they would laugh at me and mock me at school. That's why I was whining all the time and refused t
A Heart Balloon"Mum! Look! Balloons!!!", the little Tom exclaimed to his mother.
Not far away, an old man, standing beside the ticket office of the amusement park, was selling colorful helium balloons. The young woman, Tom's mother, smiled to the surprised child and patted his head.
"Yeah, Tom. Aren't they wonderful?"
He nodded. "Mum, would you buy me one?"
"No, baby. I bought you cotton candy.", she ate one bite from the pink sweet and tried to feed the boy one, too. The child sealed his lips and refused to eat it.
The mother waved 'no'. Her action angered Tom and the boy started bobbing up down repeatedly. The dad staying behind the two of them, observed the scene with curiosity. When Tom pouted and turned his back to his mother, the woman mimicked his reaction. Dad tried to choke his laughter with great effort. He slipped away leaving the two of them angry. He, then, came back to his two loves holding one heart balloon. He hugged them from behind, getting everyone clos
Caramel LikeWhen the wind blows,
my mind fills with caramel...
I don't know why
And I'm not interested in finding out
It just happens
The wind whispers love songs
on sunny days
Or screams furiously
on cold ones
I can smell your voice
It's like pineapple and kisses.
as my tears
as mother's love to her child
Really, how this love tastes?
Blue, candy, pain, caress?
I don't understand this feeling
The caramel in my mind
Is like balancing on a glassy rope:
Terrifying but still
Hold on to my sanity every single day
Im not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.
Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?
You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.
You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.
Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and deeper.
How many more times do I have to die?
How many life and smiling faces?
How many hearts, until youre satisfied?
The Morning StarGod among the dormant
king of divine falsehood
the stench of sin
your skin of lies
thoughts from a mind of wretch
with a soul of plague
master of the cults of a circle with serpents from Eden to rapture
you watch as a raven
as a man
as a beast
bring your tempest of disaster
king of the sulfurous void
your whim be done
the Morning Star
AftershockIt’s like a storm.
He touches me like lightning, and I feel the electricity.
Sparks exploding around our bodies every single time,
yet every time he shocks me.
He is the rain pounding on me, pouring into me.
And my screams of pleasure, the thunder.
It’s like a volcano.
He is so hot, smoky red hot lava hot.
Spicy, sizzling, blistery heat, always raising my temperature,
and I melt when I am near him.
Burning me with his passion, and then he erupts,
setting a blazing fire inside me.
It’s like a tornado.
Strong, and powerful, my heart races when I see him.
He plays with me, my head spinning like a carnival ride,
until I beg him to let me get off.
And he gets me off with dumbfounding ability,
leaving complete destruction in his path.
It’s like an earthquake.
Rocking me, he shakes up my world.
His violent vibrations making me quiver,
as the walls come crashing down around us.
And when it’s all over I continue to tremble for hours,
Like BreathingYour Kiss..
One is just not enough
For it puts me in a rare bliss
Going without it, is just so rough
For every time I see you
I just want to kiss you, its just so hard to resist
Because its all I want to do
For that one time we had kissed...
Was like a drug, so addicting
But also like breathing so natural
Why is it so contradicting
I just hope these feelings are mutual
For all I want now is your kiss
My LoveI have missed you.
You were the only thing that kept me sane
And allowed me to express my true self
Without fear of judgment by ignorance.
You are the only one who I can talk to
About my problems
And my insecurities.
You are willing to listen to all that plus
You let my rant spill onto you.
I am happy we are together again,
I know I will need your help now more than ever.
I want to change who I am for the better,
So I can love myself
So I can love others.
To Be AliveI want to fall into the wind
and caress the velvet sky
as I take this soul within
and teach it how to fly.
Amid the fire and the rain,
I want to bathe in the light
as I let my tears escape
and fade into the night.
And I want to know how it feels
to be A L I V E.
I want to brush against the sea
and hear the angels resound
as I let this heart be free
to the chorus around.
Amid the stars and the moon,
I want to bathe in the light
until I waken by noon
and begin my true flight.
And I want to know how it feels
to be A L I V E.
'Cause without life, we're not only dead,
but astray from the hope inside our heads.
No, if we wish to really strive,
there's nothing like the gift
of being A L I V E.
Only In A DreamI dreamed last night, dear,
That I held you in my arms,
But the dream ended;
Like rain my haggard eyes wept.
I must accept you are gone.
Poem: Call MeCall Me
There’s a little spark
Of a feeling I thought was gone
I’ve held all my breath in
Until I thought I would die
I held onto every word you spoke
And, just like a fool,
I thought I could get over you
Sometimes I take the long way
And hope that when I get home
It’s all just a nightmare
And I’m not alone
Pretend you’re not gone
and moving on
I know it’s wrong
To hold on to this
It’s not comforting
To know what could’ve been
I know the truth
I know it hurts
But I know there’s nothing left
Giving up is not giving in
Call me when you fall in love
So I can move on with my life
So when you find the one,
Who I’ve been thinking I was all this time
When you fall in love
A Sweet NightmareYou sneak like devil in my mind
You're not at all ashamed!
You smile happily, my love
You enter freely in my dreams
You lay your body next to me
And then I seek you in my dream
But I can't hold your hand
I scream your name in my head
I woke that moment from the sleep
I see you by my side
You wrap me closer in your arms
You whisper me goodnight.
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