Não sei para que momento vivo
nem para que destino me quero
as emoções enganam
muito mais quando não as vemos
não querendo substimar a razão
acabo sem nenhuma resposta
morro interiormente lentamente
o meu ego diminui cada vez mais
até parar num estado incompleto
de nada
ou de algo
dependendo do momento para que vivo
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Let us dance to this new song
New instruments added
Chords never heard before
But do we know how to dance?
Will we just go with the flow?
We just went with the flow.
Another one playing
And there was born
A new type of dance
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
Two souls are attached
by understanding
they say.
Your soul is attached to mine
Is mine attached to yours?
Or am I just daydreaming in
something I like to call
reality
reality of a lowkey
in love girl.
a low key i like you
And a low key hey
After all...
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
This is where i needed to be
to understand where i don't want to be
To understand what I could've be more careful about
not everyday
a flower blooms or a butterfly molts
so i must, everyday
try
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
i am not one for making bets
but i bet your heart skipped too
when my soul recognized you
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
And for the first time in forever,
I danced alone in the kitchen at 1am
without the help of alcohol
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
this is a tale
of two star-crossed lovers
with a love so powerful
they tainted the heavens
with bursts of colours
they were never meant to be;
mischievous little kids
finding love in sinful glee
in laughter, between dreams and reality
and though it was lawless,
they found solace
because in every prison,
they found a rhyme and a reason
but even for a love so great,
they could not escape
the fates’ wrath and envy
destiny pulled on their threads
cut them loose, thrusted them into misery;
for their memories were wiped clean,
but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been
the boy exiled in a far off land
across the pacific sea
the girl trapped in her need to break free
in a realm both boring and bland
ensnared in a labyrinth of woe
the lovers yearned for anything—
for something, for someone,
to obliterate this endless longing
the gods answered them
in the form of two loved ones
polished in every edge,
a perfect someone
but perfect felt too perfect
and not perfect enough
to fill up the hole
left by a perfectly imperfect
until one day the gods whispered
for the winds to push the two
and the birds to tug at their sleeves
over mountain and sea
even through the darkest valley
so their paths would finally meet
and so they did.
in the flurry of a moment
a pair of brown eyes met
and time was frozen
once more
the two stared intently
as if remembering a broken melody
a lost childhood song
branded as a wrong
the birds fluttered and flew
taking the cursed red fibre
snipped them in two
and the lovers felt all the lighter
it was the girl who spoke first:
**** the stars.
i don’t want perfect,
i want you.”*
eyes dazzling, the boy nodded:
*“we’ll invert the universe—
the night sky a blank white
the stars pitch black
the earth moving in reverse”*
the fates saw and surrendered
as the stars began to wither
for this love is love
in all its splendor
so the lovers walked away with a promise
under their breaths, they both swore:
*“i lost you once,
but nevermore.”*
****
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
<>
No, He said.
I want you
wanting.
*I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.
I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.
The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.*
<>
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
*There was once a man
Who looked at the moon and asked
"Is there anything I could ask,
that you can answer?"
There was no reply,
as expected.
The next morning, there was a dog.
The man crouched down
in front of the dog and asked
"What are you up to today?"
The dog walked past,
as expected.
In the afternoon, there was a girl.
She was sitting on a bench in the park.
The man sat beside her and asked
"Are you waiting for someone?"
She kept gazing at the sunset,
as expected.
Night falls in a pub in the city.
There's a drunken man, had many bottles.
The man approached him and asked
"Is something the matter?"
The man finally collapsed after too much drinks,
as expected.
Lastly, in a room there are antiques.
One is a mirror in an intricate frame.
The man looked at the mirror and asked
"How do you feel today?"
There was no reflection,
as expected.*
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC