is full of nonsense:
summing up my parts,
contradiction is the quotient
and the remainder is a hole
I fail to fill
my thoughts don’t add up;
questions make fractions
that multiply themselves
of their own will
regret is the exponent
when decision is the base
and even the best results
are some digits out of place
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
full of letters
and pictures
and stickers
sits in the last drawer of the dresser
mom left me when she passed
touching
first time in many years
exterior rough, like sand
but not slipping through the fingers
opening
hinges shriek
and the nose recognizes
the paper and the dust
closing
eyes with tears
hands shake
too heavy to hold
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
How many times do I have to die to keep on living?
How many stars do I have to burn to keep on breathing?
How many tires have to be flat to stop me from crashing?
How many starts do I have to stop from the beginning?
How many lives do I have to live to have one that's my own?
How many burns do I have to inflict to feel my own bones?
How many lies do I have to tell to feel that I've grown?
How many times will I have to hide to not be alone?
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Yet, I fail.
From time to time, I will fail.
I try to minimize the failure,
To be the mind, and not the wind,
To be a kin, and not akin,
To be a friend, not a fiend.
But when we sail,
I'm not the sailor,
I am the tempest.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
eu
queria
largar
o café
mas
o café
não me larga
e eu tenho
medo
de que
se eu o largar
eu também
me largo
além disso, o café me alarga
e pra existir eu preciso de espaços
pra acompanhar essa bebida amarga
nada melhor do que uma alma em pedaços
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC