It's cold and aching
Yet lovely and freeing,
To feel each breath
When you're in love.
Beacuse it's different, and you know
How every time you think of them
Your heart beats a bit more loudly,
Your lungs take in a bit more air,
Your blood feels a bit more warm
And your head is just a bit more light.
So how can you say you don't feel it?
When you're clearly glowing
And when you see stars all around,
You know you forget yourself in that feeling
And it is like heaven resided in your heart.
Smile, when your heart is tight,
You are just a bit more in love.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 4:25 AM UTC
He drowns in the ashes of his own existence,
He breathes the bitter charcoal imbued in gas
And only the flame of love could've ignited the wings of knowledge.
The colors of our merging were painting his new destiny
When he looked at the sky and didn't speak anymore;
He had his mouth sewn and his body tied with a thread of sound
And darkness feathers and the soul of us:
He sewed it himself with his necrotic hand
Because only in death we could've existed as a being.
I've tasted the abyss which trickled on his fingers,
But he couldn't resist it so he conquered the exil.
He fell in the univers, leaving behind a flaming arrow
To burn my sky and life, burying me in the ashes of a past love.
None but the thought left by you helps me find my hope,
Only the illusion of love still burns inside me with purple flames,
And my blood started to ignite our memory,
Covered by the fog of pain and happiness moans.
When black whispers fill my heart and soul,
His violet touch crushing my mellow bones,
Shaped and painted also by him,
Then just the yearning assails me and I remeber
....you'll be next to me, still in the hot sheets from last night.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
I can't remember the first night
after our break-up.
I don't know if I slept peacefully
Or if I had nightmares
Or if I slept at all.
But I can't forget the nights I spent
Next to you,
In the warmth of our embrace
How the pleasant dreams
Would fill our nights
And our feelings
Would fill our hearts
That, I thought, sang the same song.
But now I know we have different colors
Which paint our destinies.
When my baby-blue mixed
With your crimson-red
They made a single dark-pink line
To be the proof of our union.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC
Colours mixing with each other
there is a new colour born
a new shade
taking the new shape
blinding the landscape
spiralling out of control
not in hold
spilling its content
without intent
ripping over
and under
unclear
emptying till it disappears
it is gone now.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise
crucified
crucified
by the venom of a viper's bite
crucified
crucified
there wasn't any scrap of respite
crucified
crucified
in a rancorous mean spite
the pack of detractors
wanted the dyad beaten down
so they served up a caustic vitriol
to claim an undeserved crown
crucified
crucified
savage the meter's punishment
crucified
crucified
ever vile this scathing torment
crucified
crucified
none being fair in treatment
the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
I always thought that art teachers are doing so well with their life.
Then I found out why.
Because they know if they do something wrong they have to do their best to make it right again.
Just one line that isn't straight can mess it up, but you have to go over it, learn how to correct it, try it again,
And... I'm not talking about a drawing.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
The ugly love will break your heart.
The reckless love will melt your heart.
But neither of them won't cause you pain.
Because what will hurt you
will be the love you seek but never get.
The love of a crush you can never forget,
The love of your parent who abandoned you,
The love of a star you can never regret looking at.
And you'll let tears run down you cheeks,
Or maybe you'll suffer without a word.
But when you won't hurt,
You'll despair.
Because the lack of your feelings
Is nothing.
All void and empty,
Without something to remaind you
Of what you used to be:
A human that could love.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
What's one more second in this exile?
It's death, maybe it's love,
It's pleasure, but I can't belive you still exist,
I can't decide, I can't stay,
I know I stayed here for too long, I know it too well...
I'm a prisoner in the loop of my time,
With my mind and soul like a cage,
I don't know what can I do to escape.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to be.
I want to be seen by them all, without anything else.
We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
Oh, how much I want you to stay in my time,
To be here together,
For me not to be alone,
To give us that lost second.
But what is one more second in this exile.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC