O futuro é para nós
Para dançarmos no silêncio.
Deitarmo-nos na melodia
E será que se dermos nós
O nosso amor dura mais
Do que um dia.

O coração que tanto salta
E vibra com a tua voz,
A vida que tu crias
Vai para além de nós.

Vai no mar que a leva.
Para longe.Onde não haja
O que aqui há.
Um amor que está vivo
E desejava
Dar mais do que dá.

You say you have nothing in common, but you're more alike than you think. You say opposites attract but you're both negatively charged.
You say that your differences are too great, you've been dwindling since the start.
But mother and father, you're so alike.

Momma yells her heart out in rage and blames everyone for her mistakes. She slams the door shut in my face, when all I've said is "it'll be okay."
Father blared in my ears you aren't good enough. He didn't have to say a word, I could tell from his face. Disappointment. Hatred. Disgust.

Father shuts his door. Mother shuts her door. You're alike.

Father turns away. He's always gone even when he's here. He hides from reality behind his locked door. His presence is no longer needed. I did all the growing up on my own.
Mother pushes people away. Locks her self from the world and tells me to go away. She cries and then laughs and screeches and smiles and cries once more. She blames it on her past, but little does mommy know, the devil named bipolar is corrupting her mind, body and soul.
Neither mommy or daddy will ever know.

Where were you when brother came out gay, and where were you when I was crying on the bathroom floor in pain, and how couldn't you see that your baby got sicker every day.
Mother was never there when we needed her.
And father, you were never there when we needed you.
You're alike.
You were never there when we all needed you the most

****** her with suffering words
surrender the pain
and give breath your strength
swallow the tongue that swears
they shall slick back and stare
slice the heart
for the demon can be unfair
the devil's name is fear

Dull throbbing twilight.
I bit my tongue so
hard it bled.
A voice spoke:
said she'll be in Europe,
unmerged.
I will be in Europe.

Take
this moment alone
to hide behind the earth.

Pain as an open door,
forward motion encouraged.
Written word repeated today:
begin your year.    
Robed in fluid, and in hurt,
obsequious dead
anchored
In dusted pillars rise.
​
An object held motionless by the sun’s gaze.
A vital outpouring of stillness,
as ninety degrees of intensifying steps
                            cascade like waterfalls.

my heart feels like the way you de-shell an egg
shaken up in a tupperware container!
aaah?!
what is this feeling?
eureka?
awe?
epiphany?
oh, yes.
happiness!!
i haven't felt this in a long time
thank you so much!
all of you who have listened to my emotions
written out on a screen
it makes my heart swell...!


...uh oh
i think i'm having a heart attack.

My poetry took baby pictures of mankind
Before the photograph was invented.
They said to put them in an album
I said that there was none there
It had to be created
And can you help me?
They asked why did I not paint portraits
This is what we know.
I replied I am not here to give you what you know
But where you should be.
Besides, you hang up portraits in museums.
And admire them.
You hold baby pictures when you sit on the couch
And ask them questions.
Like I think he has daddy’s nose?
Is that supposed to be a nose?
I think this poetry is very touching to me.
I did not create this to embody the figure of one person.
I revealed this poetry for questions to be answered
By you.

Walking brown hallways of -
February on a moody afternoon
Disregarding material drama , an eye toward
Port Lake , bursting with poetic -
value and quiet companionship
A ruddy featured friend with blue eyes , clothed
in colorful hardwood and evergreen
Placid , olive waters , engaging songsters
A gallery of riverdancers , bottom muddies and
shoreline wonders , a solemn , religious -
vision of the highest order , a plan as no
other ..
Vivacious , musical and needed* ..

My dad wonders around this world with pride,
since day one of my life.
He jokes around with a silly language
that none other shall understand.
He created his own world that I have yet to see,
but he lies.
He's not the guy he claims to be.
He says he love me, but I can see through his brown eyes.
He doesn't see me clearly.
He throws me hurtful words that destroy me.
Sometimes i'm not enough to make him happy,
and i'll never will be.
For i'm just a daughter that came into his life
a little to early.