true sailing is dead.
true singing is dead.
true loving is dead.
true flowers are dead.
the world now is all about
the cars that can be bought
the newest phones
And the photographs that
capture pure nothingness.
true is dead.
you will be dead
and your photography will be deleted
so will be your account
The world can be bought
by destroying the world.
fakeisam will fade
such fake as love on facebook
but only when it will be too late
for the ones that are better than some others.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
*You have said it all
And known it all.
What I think or write now,
Is just a fragment of the divine sea
Of your flying thoughts
And your cased words.
You have lived the lives of us all.
And what I live now,
Is just one life,
Amongst so many you've already been through.*
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first.
True presence, true gift.
I see my self like I am in another dimension.
And even when I think about the things that I think,
I think them over again.
I am very diffrent from low.
And I like it.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Ekpsycho
Each time I see you I lose my breath
Even just thinking of you brings me close to death
Eventually maybe you too will soon swoon
Even though I only met you at the last full moon
Ekpsycho
Especially impossible to say without a pause
Evokes a reason and cause
Evolves into something strong, something real
Expressing that indescribable feeling
Ekpsycho
Erupts from within
Emptying your mind, removing sin
Echoes my true intentions
Explaining my emotions
Enduring it till the end
Ensuring to help the mend
Ekpsycho
Elusive in pictures
Effectively hard to capture
Envisioning that state of elate rapture
Ekpsycho
Everytime I see you
Even if you don't know
Ekpsycho
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
I hear them all laugh
in front of me,
for this that I am.
Is it possible
that I could be so unsure of myself?
Though I am not really there,
I see everything.
Immersed in profound water ,
I feel everything.
And I can't change nothing.
I wait someone to get me out of the water
telling me:
"It was just a bad dream,"-
but who ever comes ,enjoys my sorrow
and joins the crowd
And than I see ,
a girl stare at me.
She looks exactly as me .
Staring she smiles with purity
and says to me:
"Listen.
Listen to the birds sing.
Its indeed a beautiful morning. "
At that very moment I feel
instead of my heart , I have ice.
Ice that is only kept frozen by staying in that water.
And I can do nothing.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I, a butterfly.
A lazy one , though.
I, a light.
But not a neon one.
I , an actress.
In my mind only.
I could hear today a waltz as I was waltzing .
One , two , three.
One two , three.
And I, a ballerina.
A laughing one.
A dreamer , an illusionist.
For myself only.
I, a rose
Without petals.
A kisser too,
with painful kisses.
I , not a swan
but the shadow of it.
I , lost.
and found.
Happy, with tears.
but anyway
it all fades...
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
It was 4 p.m. when
the yelling monster caught me
daydreaming.
He was mad at me,
but not so mad at me as he was at himself
The worst thing that can happen to a man
is self pity.
And it happens to a man
that constantly does good, and gets nothing in return.
I wanted to tell him
that yelling at me is not gonna fix anything
is not gonna fix me
and not by a chance him.
But instead I kept my thoughts in silence
as I watched a little spider climb
in my fingers.
And than I saw the sun shine.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC