A life we live that chose us
People that breaks in with none to give
A heart that beats and stops thus
Control is a myth to make life barable to live
Try to say what you think
And make it ryme with what you feel
From the depth of what seems thik
To all the hearts that only sees what's seen
A tag of war and reciprocal sways
My heart and head floating questions stains
Innocent, will it be the clouds that rains
Or hell ,will it be the future days
A soul is the only item to bribe time
Death is the solonel freind of fate
Life is a fortune worth only a dime
And the only beaable with a final date
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Every time I hear my name
I turn around afraid to die
Death or life is just a state of mind
The angle of death dares to lie
I said goodbye to my weakness
But did it say goodbye to me
Running from fear more or less
Became the one goal I can see
Death or life is just a state of mind
The angel of death dares to lie
Hopes and regrets are angels falling from the sky
To make my coming winter nights alive
Now that am in the frontline
To see my own fall
To see through my own eyes
To hear the screams of my own soul
I know that it's down beneath my skin
The answer to my prayers and the key to the End
Am no special thing
Am I on the wrong side of haven
Or the righteous side of hell
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
HI ...Maybe am a writer
I read an article lately saying that in order to be a good writer you just have to write ; not to please others but only focus on writing , so I thought that maybe that's the problem , admitting that my approach to be a good writer is not adequate for the task and it made me realize that sometimes getting over other people expectations gives us the chance to reach the image we draw for ourselves without even noticing , and the funny thing with this way of dealing with such a dilemma is even if I don't reach what I want, I don't become the eligible writer I think I can be , I can't be disappointed, writing from my heart ......... writing is a fun process that should be done with passion or not done at all .
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I'll see through every inch of doubt
I am the moon when the sun goes down
And ill reflect its shine its my life
I will define
I woke up today and felt my age for the first time
In both my mind and body
And my thoughts are less of fitting in
And more, more of being a better man
with just a simple pen
here's a reflexion of my empty soul
a piercing eye , a glance of cold
can this pen tell the untold
gaze at the portrait fear in that thought of freedom
scared of the holy tomorrow
am not ready to give up my sorrow
even if i leave, where would i go
And nothing quite so least as truth
i say though hate was why men breathe
cause I lived my role
love is the whole and more than all
angels an demons in love with my soul
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
if only life was less complicated
if only feelings could be undertaken
if only you would comprehend
if only dreams could become true without a tribute such as you ...
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
White turns to black
No other way then looking back
Memories playing the same Melody
Tears drawing a thought forgotten agony
The ground cracking under the feet of innocence
Holding on that instrument, holding on evidence
Trying to fight our own reminisce
A beating heart, purity, a perfect dance
Stained with mistakes of a filthy past
Puppets steered by the shadows we've lost
Innocence is not meant to last
A demon banned from the practice of his craft
Control is the land of the banned
Standing tall thinking we own the world
The cycle of time, drop dead
Control is the destiny of the ******
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
walked in someone's home
walked in a life that isn't my own
walked an I saw a face unknown
a face that healed the scars in the depth of my soul
loaning for something that will never be mine
just a picture in my twisted mind
like looking to what I'll never find
like kissing the lips of time
I can't control my own thoughts
her hand on my shoulder an there I lost my heart
her touch, her eyes tears of blood falling on my lonely heart
keep the silence, keep it inside
you built a life on your own
am just a "cliché" waiting to be born
your beautiful soul a beautiful dawn
will never be in a heart ; mine, already gone
she's just a ghost am trying to catch
the more I know , the less
a simplified fear in my regret
more or less is the whole I get
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
hiding an ocean behind those eyes
a little smile and the agony will hide
an in the dark alone you let down your pride
tears fall to the ground to deny a lie
spring bloomed with crafted stones
the fall enjoys being alone
winter is the one an only cold
and summer is when you sold your soul
looking to those scars
memories are flooding his mind
" how to escape my own dark"
"how can I win an I gave up on my heart"
looking at all the Broken ones
holding my pain in the palm of my hand
so Broken, so warm and I can't understand
all this raging blood running in my veins
am more than all my pieces putten together
don't look at me like am a puzzle
aren't you good enough to solve this rattle
choose me, fix me , my sweet bitter
will your light guide me home
this room, this shiver in my bones
nowhere to hide but your heart
an infinite maze leading to the lips
that will make me feel right
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
how about a sky full of stars
how about a past not that far
how about a truth that looks like a lie
and a lie so beautiful like a summer night
looking back where I used to stand
trying so hard to understand
the black in a beautiful winter night
my unflinching denial of faith
true or false is just a matter of heart
am surrounded by the embrace of a helpless light
black or white never makes a clear sight
am still trying to make the difference between wrong and right
Naying my feelings won't lead to the where
am drowning in my own regrets
an no one can hear me anymore
guess I can't regret what I never sad
people lie and say goodbye
in their own twisted way
nothing will ever be the same
and no one is to blame , there's no one to blame
words trying to touch my soul
tamed by a world so cold
reading all those lies in those empty eyes
tasting rain on my window pane,,,, my soul is sold
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Run run run an hide the curse of time
Is it me in the mirror or the reflection of my pain
It's like a poisoned hug to make a straight line
Of wrinkles covered by the present rain
Now that am able to feel time in a single line
Am still trying what the **** happened
It's like a poisoned hug to make a straight line
Can't explain what I can't understand
I used to be young , full of hope
Dreams running in my veins reaching the end of my rope
A poisoned hug to make a straight line
Beautiful an I thought the world is mine
Time happened , time passed by
A poisoned hug to make a straight line
Regret is the only thing that still mine
Time even stole my smile
A heart beating life, mine is beating sorrow
A poisoned hug to make a straight line
Hanging on my memories afraid to let the go
Yesterday and the day tomorrow strangely rhyme
Time will come to us all
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC