victorarruda - Hello Poetry

The more I live The more I see That my heart is But a big cemetery The words are my legs Exploring the tombs I can see guilty digging another grave Sadness and bitterness Are drinking wine Smoking a cigarette After *** Naked by the tombs Happiness mourning at the side Of a coffin I think it was her daughter Self esteem I sit, and think The rain starts falling The guilty looks at me Her penetrating eyes Needless to say That the grave this time Was mine

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Jun 6, 2018

Jun 6, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC

Gravedigger

The more I live The more I see That my heart is But a big cemetery The words are my legs Exploring the tombs I can see guilty digging another grave Sadness and bitterness Are drinking wine Smoking a cigarette After *** Naked by the tombs Happiness mourning at the side Of a coffin I think it was her daughter Self esteem I sit, and think The rain starts falling The guilty looks at me Her penetrating eyes Needless to say That the grave this time Was mine

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Wrap me up in your hair strands Gaze that lift me (Sink me) Drowned in your arms Salty waters Scarce pearls A glimpse of your body Singing notes in the deep Your voice Suicide A drowned Dead by desire Your arms Shaping my ascension A soul blended In the moon reflex A lost shell of flesh Temptation Aesthetic melancholy Observing you from afar Maze of desperation Slave of a deep desire Taken and brought By waves and winds By echoes that transfigures Into hollowness The hope to delight myself With your sing at the hillside Wasted life Filled by your absence The moon smiles to me And luck laughs with you Sat by an ocean Of flesh shells

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC

Écailles de Lune

Wrap me up in your hair strands Gaze that lift me (Sink me) Drowned in your arms Salty waters Scarce pearls A glimpse of your body Singing notes in the deep Your voice Suicide A drowned Dead by desire Your arms Shaping my ascension A soul blended In the moon reflex A lost shell of flesh Temptation Aesthetic melancholy Observing you from afar Maze of desperation Slave of a deep desire Taken and brought By waves and winds By echoes that transfigures Into hollowness The hope to delight myself With your sing at the hillside Wasted life Filled by your absence The moon smiles to me And luck laughs with you Sat by an ocean Of flesh shells

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This old man looks so sad The hollow glance at the floor Hands shaking The lack of sense Pain of conscience Rude awakening Who could imagine that He did something bad Slowly he approaches the door City folks lore Deeper than Hollywood Cheap drama store The wind takes his hat The rush makes he look like a rat Tired, lonely Trapped in rusted cage bars Sour taste of the gift of life Anxiety, the most faithful wife For a bottle of ***** He strives Amidst sands of despair In the desert of remorse The subway of broken dreams Like a purgatory it seems To make people face Their innermost sins... Maybe this is just a big lie But the old man exists And the image of hands shaking Insists.

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC

Subway Existentialists

This old man looks so sad The hollow glance at the floor Hands shaking The lack of sense Pain of conscience Rude awakening Who could imagine that He did something bad Slowly he approaches the door City folks lore Deeper than Hollywood Cheap drama store The wind takes his hat The rush makes he look like a rat Tired, lonely Trapped in rusted cage bars Sour taste of the gift of life Anxiety, the most faithful wife For a bottle of ***** He strives Amidst sands of despair In the desert of remorse The subway of broken dreams Like a purgatory it seems To make people face Their innermost sins... Maybe this is just a big lie But the old man exists And the image of hands shaking Insists.

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She stared at me... A wink, the red lipstick Her conscience produced pity Pity on me, pity on myself My eyes were lost While not glancing at the red mouth Looking for lostness Scared by shame Cigarette in my pocket Could she lend me a lighter? Stakes are higher Social life just for the wild roses Fake 'till you make it Oh my oh my My ashamed smile Cigarette lit Nicotine and smoke My brain's got a beat I have a cheat Life's a ***** She had a Royal Straight Flush...

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC

Do You Have A Lighter?

She stared at me... A wink, the red lipstick Her conscience produced pity Pity on me, pity on myself My eyes were lost While not glancing at the red mouth Looking for lostness Scared by shame Cigarette in my pocket Could she lend me a lighter? Stakes are higher Social life just for the wild roses Fake 'till you make it Oh my oh my My ashamed smile Cigarette lit Nicotine and smoke My brain's got a beat I have a cheat Life's a ***** She had a Royal Straight Flush...

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