Late at night I wander through the rain
Longing for a place I be at home
Where at last my heart remain
Freed from this endless roam
Mark the questions of wonder
Since I don't know what's real
And for eternity goes on the ponder
On what could be my deal
Though the rain is all I've known
A hope resists to believe
In a pathway paved with stone
Which lead to a thing I don't deserve to receive.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Maybe the next time I see you
I will put some lipstick on
And your fingers will find me
The way nobody ever will
Maybe the next time I see you
We can sit next to each other
And your hand could rest
Somewhere no one should know
Maybe the next time I see you
I can rest my head on your chest
As you rest your heart into me
With the world fading into oblivion
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Death loses its meaning, and with it, life void of you
As your presence first entered my story.
Now how can I not be feeling in the blue
To know you exist, in all that heavenly glory,
Yet never have I felt your thunder.
Do you even feel the same about me? I begin to wonder..
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
*I watch those twinkling eyes of yours,
Yet never see them look at me.
Evading me, like a half-rotten corps.
Does it exist at at all for you, this person that's me?*
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
*Our minds act as virtual realities,
Portraying to the soul the world we feel and taste;
Adding up to that whatever we please.
So what we think and see come interlaced.
Yet all I find is but subjective
'Cause in this world all is mine.
Left no way to be affective
Towards those outside this shell of mine.
Forever lone in a stinky hole
Where none reach, nor can I be gone,
And see beyond the limits of my soul
To a spirit that is not my own.*
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
I ask, what do I portray?
What reason, what cause
Bind me to this play?
To live and die, simply because?
When it began or end one day;
Whether this is all it ever was;
If it not go another way;
Or it stay, forever, like it was.
Who would answer my deepest fears?
Who could explain this death parade?
Please, I beg, catch the tears
Caused by life's mystery parade.
Answers, I seek, that heal the wounds.
Silence answers and plunders what's left.
Thus the ignorance then surrounds
The Last of Hope, now lost in theft.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
Time and time again
I find myself
At the threshold,
Where life diverges into a million different outcomes.
Yet, time and time again
They make me doubt
And forget who I am.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC