"writing soothes and frees the soul"
Beneath every grass meadow,
sun dropped slowly as night.
littlest, bitterly hacked, rises.
begging and glittering,
it wanted to drink each cloud as I emptied any fearing between two psicodelic forests and left this sailor dance under high stars.
Watashi no nagai natsu. (my longest summer.)
it remains still
while everything fades and changes
it stays the same
waiting for me
a place where our thoughts aren't repressed
by those who feed us
stays in my heart, till I comeback
The way the word came out:
Came thru my ears,
got stuck in my brain,
and choked my throat.
Is cliché the fact that it is beautiful,
but truth cannot be denied, not even when repetitive and known.
Life goes on,
while I remain still,
a bittersweet moment
more sweet than bitter.
Her voice collapsed in the room,
not as softly and warm as the other ones,
but mysterious and hypnotizing as no other voice ever was.
It just takes me an obsession to make art
to make something beautiful I just have to bleed my heart
To decently frame the beauty that inspires this I just have to break my soul
If this is the price I have to pay for this
I think it is an incredible deed
I accept with joy the only thing that destroys my self
I give away my sanity just for the joy
that writing this gives to my already broken soul
to my bleeding heart and to my obsessed mind
there's nothing to write about
and nothing to talk about
in the bitterest desesperation
of knowing that i have to do something and i can't finish it
my chest is going to explode
of all the weight that i have in my back
everything is over me
and nothing is normal again
and even when i know that everything is going to be fine in a blink
i don't have any hope that that's gonna happen
I just wanna talk
until the world dissapear
until the air gets thin
until the figures and shapes that form men and women head off to another dimension
until the stars flee off to another galaxy
until the states split into islands
until the words dissolve by using them so much and by a kiss
until gravity pull us together and not our desires
until we both know is time to stop talking
just talk and talk and talk and talk
I lost the feeling of only talking without any attachments
of opening my soul without saying something embarrasing
without being weak
I just wanna talk
until my eyes close peacefully
by fatigue and by the struggle over the years, while you hold my hand.
keeping you close forever, with your warmness and peace of mind
even when I know you're crumbling inside
a helpless selfishness
I have in my chest the sorrow of your existence.
You sow tears of despair in my face.
You are perfect, too much.
I’m nothing, nothing much.
You are an angel that fell of the sky.
You are a white demon that came out of the hell to torture me.
You are killing me with your perfection, with your existence.
I’m nobody in your side.
I’m too discordant.
My despair is running down, bringing the opportunity to something worst to come.
I’m afraid, too much.
You are destroying me, too fast.
I’m a human slough collapsing in misery spirals.
leaving the space for the time behind.
but they're still green,
they dont want to live,
they didn't lived to see the end.
premature death full of uncertainty.
at long as they last falling i'm fine,
I just want to see their path gently rub the wind and cut the air.
leaving no space for my breath.
fleeting beauty moving in spirals .
I loose myself ,
in a jungle of orange.
there trying to reassemble my olds sunsets,
those that I used to worship,
helping me to remember while they die.
for a moment I stare at they and bow
while i gather myself together
and walk away.
can you be more perfect than now?
i don't think so
when everybody look perfect with clothes on
what the hell you have, that you have me on
i don't think that even you can answer that
so, to soothe my doubt and to calm my
curiosity you decide to put your clothes off,
and i decide to contemplate you in silence