These grey walls
That lost their souls
Are soon to be resurrected
By a new kind of art that’s been neglected.
Bring in the color,
Let’s have fun
Change the mural,
Make is shine!
Many might be against it,
Call it fake,
Or even junk,
But for me guys,
This is… art.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
My eyes are in pain,
Can’t take them away from you
Keep staring in vain.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
If I stay,
You'll fly away
If I go,
You'll never know.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
Tick-tock, Tick-tock
It doesn’t stop, will never stop.
It goes like this for ages
Centuries and eras,
It’s never too eager or too proud
Never too bold or to loud.
Our bare eyes can’t see it through
We just feel it and mirrors will show,
Its signs are visible after a while
But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies.
Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about
Which we never have enough, always wanting more
Not really figuring out what for.
We try to hold onto it for longer,
But moments go by, memories linger.
It is either an enemy or a cruel friend
Which doesn’t bother near our end.
It has no limits and can’t be stopped,
By me or you, science or art.
It has its course
It needs to follow,
So we surrender in the hollow
Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock
That doesn’t stop, will never stop.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Time passes really quickly and marks will show on our bodies but our souls,
Our timeless souls will stay the same.
They will smile at every nice memory
An remember all the good times but also the dark,
Dark memories that changed us deep inside,
Shook our world and crushed our beautiful hearts.
But they won’t be tamed, because they know
That everything passes and problems will go,
Only leaving some scars that in time might grow,
But the scars are important in our passing life,
They show imperfections and struggles and cries.
They teach you a lesson and show you the way
You have to fallow to have a better day.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Those roses are there
For a long time now.
Their color is still bright,
But soon they'll rotten in the light.
Too bad...
Because they remind me of the velvet dress
You wore on the night we met.
Same color, same intensity
An image for infinity.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Life’s strange and there’s no way of understanding it.
We usually complain about things
And hope that our happiness lies somewhere else
Maybe in another time or space.
We dread for that particular moment to come,
The one that can change your life on a dime,
But, more than ever, that moment will never shine.
I don’t want to upset any optimistic
Or encourage any pessimistic
But that’s only realistic.
In our twenties we wait for our thirties to be all figured out.
In our thirties we hope that at forties will bring the best out,
But life doesn’t work this way.
One day you’ll be hit by something from your right just to be knocked down by something from your left
And there on the pavement you’ll look at the world and see it’s scary face.
And you’ll feel so small
With no intention and no strength to move on.
But in your torments and anguish you might feel an invisible hand
Trying to help.
And that is the moment you realize it’s not over.
If you’re conscious while lying down
It’s a sign you have to stand up and go on.
So stand up straight and face the facts.
There’s always a lesson behind all acts.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
The nuclear bomb is ticking
My love for you is leaking
There’s no time left to think
Or assess the thing
It’s nearly over now
It needed to end somehow.
You would have made a good politician
Too bad you were just a mathematician
You rest your case so good
You thought you’d change my mood.
But lies were never in you favor
And truth came out to shatter
The made-up world you built
That’s turning into guilt.
I’m glad it’s nearly over
So I can move further.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
When all your dreams are rushed
And all your hope is gone
When nothing excites you
And love is hard to find,
Remember that at times,
Life has to be this way
So we can cherish more
The good things when they're there.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
I got on this train,
It’s nice and cozy,
but I don’t understand
Why sometimes goes too fast
And then too slow instead.
People come on board and smile.
We start to talk
And get on for a while.
Then all of a sudden they are gone.
I get upset and wonder why
Did I do something wrong?
Was it my fault
Or their journey was only for so long?
The answer…well,
It’s not in this train, but other
In another Galaxy much further
Where trains are just concepts
And people just light,
Where things last forever,
As time doesn’t mind.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC