pedro-henrique-z
Brazilian
Poetry was the way I found to release the tension and fear that sometimes i feel of being alive. So I transform all the insecurity in something that I can read some time later and feel glad all that feelings are now in the past. But what would be of poetry without some kind of nostalgy?
I coudn't say goodbye,
I had not enoght time,
When I realized
You were already gone.
I coudnt say goodbye,
But if I could fly
I would find you,
Hold you,
Embrace you in my wings,
In a never ending moment,
Just like and angel.
Yes, I said angel,
But I'm not talking about me
Since I'm here for you.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
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Hollow
That's how I am
My eyes can't see light
Where just disgrace stand
Hollow
I'm the dweller
Of my own devastation
I hope for demise
My only inspiration...
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
I just cant write
What I truly have in mind
Im too tired
Too tired to try
But yet too sensitive
Sensitive enough to cry.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I regret my words
But never my poems
My words just last a moment
Hope my poems not
Hope they echo from the paper
Through space and time
And maybe someone read them
Till their last lines
Endless lines filled with passion
And a bit of fantasy.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
I gave you a slight smile
You didnt got it
I still shy as I've always been
A bit more with you around
You still ignore me
A bit more after the note
I "forgot" on your desk
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
I found a reason to live in you eyes
But you shut them to me,
And turned me the back,
Ignoring me like an old toy,
Forgetting me in your old toy box,
Erasing me from your memories.
But I keep breathing,
Hoping for someday you remember me,
Cause I miss you
More than yesterday,
More than ever.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
I make everyone laugh…
but who will make me smile?
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC