In the ocean of your eyes
I drowned
In the warmth of your hug
I burned
In the darkness of your hair
I lost
In the whispers of your mouth
I learned what words taste like

You walked on the holy grounds of my soul
Made a joke out of my idols
And burned the altars of my Gods

You are me... if I loved myself.

One day a lonely boy from fear realized.
With his knees on the mud and his hands to skies.
That he was unique, the first one of his kind.
He understood that feelings only blurred his sight.

But now he felt nothing when she touched his face.
And the sun did not have that beautiful taste.
There was not pain, sadness or wrath.
Because that is the story of the first Psychopath.

Tonight I am banned from Heaven.
Tonight there is no angels to protect.
There is no demons to hunt or man to pray.
Tonight the lions of the apocalipse run free.
Tonight Time will take a day off.
And God and the Devil will play chess.
Tonight nobody will run the show.
Tonight we dance in the rain.
While ecstasy of dying touches my lips.
Nothing before matter and nothing after will ever exist.
Because for one night we are who we were suppose to be.
We are clouds and water, fire and smoke, sapphire and dimonds.
Tonight we are Chaos and Infinity.

Why did you call me?
Why...
I was free from the shackles of your love.
I was happy with my loneliness.
Now?
What now?
What can I do?
I'm once again cursed.
Drowned by my own dreams and hurt by my own memories.

Dark clouds and cold weather,
It's okay, baby, I got you.
I always carry an umbrella,
And I brought you a sweater too.

If I told you the rain wouldn't wet,
And that the sea would stay calm,
I've wanted you since the day we met,
Like it was written in a lost psalm.

Let's take the highway to oblivion.
And have a drink in paradise.
Because we are too young live
but we don't wanna die

Poetry is dead.
And it is reborn in every verse.
Poetry is dead.
Because it is a beautiful curse.

Every poet needs to give a part of his soul.
A sacrifice to existence.
This is my undeniable role.
Constant dying without assistance.

Poetry is dead.
Because cannot be killed
Poetry is dead.
Because it hurts too much to feel.

A burden that I did not choose, words that I cannot say.
Silent music, a quiet pray.
Poetry is the symphony that hides in plain sight.
The living warrior, the holy knight.

we shAll be more than they could ever imagine.
we will suRf the waves of all the minds that dream.
our storiEs will fly with the wind throughout the galaxies.
and we will be Young forever.
so that One day.
we ascend to the rightfUl place of all poets.
the place wheRe unquiet minds go.
the dark abyss of lost mEmories.
that one day were forgotten by them All.

and then we will tame the Dark.
understand realitY.
become The echos of existence.
the new deities Of the universe.
Befriend all the dimensions.
so that from the ashEs of our minds.
a Good day can rise.
and frOm the whispers of our songs.
a new worlD can be born.

The steam cover my room.
I cannot see.
The hot water numb my body.
So I cannot flee.

I'm sitting on the shower.
Contemplating the abyss.
Scavenging my memories.
Trying to find one of his.

I close my eyes hoping to go.
But I am still alive.
To feel, to die, to grow.

You were infinite.
I was chaos.
The world burned.
We kissed.
The sun gave up.
The moon ran away.
I dreamed.
You laughed.
All the things converged to this moment.
Our first moment.
An unlimited amount of eras.
Packed in one second.

I fell in love.
I did not want to, but It happen.
I tried to run but it got me.
I cried and it shot me.

It wasn't a bullet but a smile that putted me down.
Another simple man ****** on the crowd.
I know it sounds vague.
But love is like this, mortal like a plague.

Like poison it hurts my mind.
Like water it blurs my sight.
It slowly destroys my conception of what is mine.
Breaking every single piece of what I used called life.

There is no much left to say.
Because on that cold night of winter.
You were the hunter and I was the prey.

I say your name on repeat like a spell,
I beg God in prayer for help.
I cry out to the universe to send you a sign,
I write in stars and constellations of mine.

In sweet fire, harsh blood, and delirious sweat,
Our futures combined—our love is set.
Even now, in your silence so cold,
I still dream of being with you when I'm old.

Maybe that is my cross to bear,
Because love is giving, and mine is theirs.
I will live forever in our gentle twilight,
I will love you kindly, profoundly, eternally...
You are worth the fight.

In every moment I exist, I miss you,
And for some reason, I feel you miss me too.
I'm tired of the ordinary,
With you, my bed becomes our sanctuary.

I hope one day you give our future a chance.
In all my dreams, you are the only one I dance.
Even the angels high in the clouds
Are jealous of the love that we have found.

Eu nunca me imaginei um cara sortudo
Até perceber...

De todos os oceanos e terras,
De todas as estrelas e planetas,
Em todos os séculos e milênios,

Eu tive a sorte de te conhecer.

I am a ******.
I'm addicted to rhyme.
The condensed power of words.
In a eternal poem that beats time.
Every verse like pure ecstasy.
Every word a single bliss.
In each strophe a piece of me.
But I cannot stop now.
My eyes are used to the abyss in my soul.
I am too deep.
I can't see the sun.
In every drop of rain a single verse.
In every look in the street a poet stroke.
Welcome to my lost life.
A simple man addicted to rhyme.

The walls vibrate to the beats of your heart.
Creating impenetrable barricades.
I cannot leave without playing my part.
Walking on the light stuck in your shade.

I've been Pavloved
Obsession
I've been converted
Devotion
I've been addicted
Destruction
I've been activated
Vibration
I've fallen in love
Emotion

I whisper into the night the thoughts that can’t be rhymed
I beg beneath fluorescent lights
For words that can’t be signed

I love you
love you
love you, love
love you
you
love
I
You

I walked into a room and I could feel your smell.
My memories drifted and my pupils swell.
The end is near and I can hear the bell.
Because when you left me in heaven it became my hell.

I should forget and simply let it go.
But you follow my thoughts and silenced my echo.
I think we are done and I need to heal.
Because this is the end by God and the Devil I seal.

Fresh paint on the walls of my mind.
Is this reality or a dream of mine?
Echos of your smile.
Smirking at me in every tile.

Dizem que a religião é individual,
mas eu vi Deus no seu olhar.
Experiência única, sagrada e transcendental.
Meu corpo, sem controle, cai de joelhos e começa a orar.

Olhos que foram sonhados desde a origem do mundo
e destinados pela criação do universo,
imagem e exemplo de cada poeta,
inspiração de todos os músicos,
apasiguador da mente inquieta,
musa de toda a arte,
estrela-guia de todo mártir.

Escrevendo esses versos, devo admitir:
estou cansando de métricas e regras seguir.
Abomino as correntes de AaBb BbAa,
pois poesia é da alma e de quem sabe amar.

It is not happy, because it shouldn't be...
It is not sad, because it can't be...
It is just kind.
And your melody makes me cry.
But my heart does not fill sadness.
It fills with an uncontrollable necessity to kiss you.
Quarantine... I guess.

You close your eyes and you feel it.
The uncontrollable urge to do it.
Jump.
The undeniable necessity to go.
A feeling that no one show.
Jump.
You walk to the window without realize.
You look down to the ground and your mind fantasize.
Jump.
Your heart beats and the room disappear.
The drums start and even the gods can hear.
Jump.
Every second of your life the dark necessity is there.
To watch you sleep and make your life hard to bear.
Jump.
Every one has it but they are afraid of saying.
An underline thought that insist on staying
Jump....

You caught me with your eyes
And trapped me with your arms.
I was intoxicated by your warmth,
Addicted to your smile.

I saw your pictures, and they sent me spiraling.
My mind is stuck in a loop of you...

I lost my rhyme,
My capacity to see rhythm,
Because all the art in the world pales in contrast to you.
All the sounds are dull in the background of your voice.

I'm going crazy in poems,
Depressed in tales,
Aching in dreams,
And anemic in art.

Tears of joy never made sense to me.
They never did.
Why do my eyes disobey my orders,
Creating salty water that blinds me?

What could I possibly witness,
What could bring me so much joy that my soul cries out,
That every hair on my body stands ready to fight,
That my legs tremble and my chest swells?

But in that moment, when I saw you coming down the stairs,
With sleepy eyes and ***** clothes,
It happened.
Like divine intervention,
A truly godly sensation,
I understood.

As if my soul longed for your scent,
As if my hands could never touch anything again,
As if my ears couldn't bear to hear anything but your voice,
As if my eyes didn’t care to see anything after seeing you.

A sign from the gods,
A beacon of hope,
A lighthouse at sea.
Life made sense to me.

Tears of joy never made sense to me,
But now they do.

I think that living is the understanding that everything is gonna be Ok, knowing that it won't.
Is the juice that keeps us going, the sweet song that you just can't remember the name.
The stupid drop of sauce that always spill on your shirt.The text that you write, but delete because of fear.
The butterfly that insist on flying inside every time that you smell the perfume that she used to put on.
But who I am saying? I am just another poet, another broken soul an unfinished song.

We are the fire that burn inside all lovers.
We are astronauts diving into the infinite.
Our love was made by the stars.
And written into the cosmos.

We are the inevitable consequence of time itself.
A perfect mixture of life and death.
Of paradise and hell.
We were designed to be who we are.
Because I am chaos and you are Infinite.

And when time crumble into itself.
We will be there to watch the end of everything.
That were, is and will be.
Because time is not for those that love.

We are fast.
Running towards the ledge.
Because there is only 90 Miles to infinity.
And eternity at last.

I fell in love with a star.
And as sad as it sounds.
She still visits me every night.
To hold and kiss at the dying light.
To love and dream with no bounds.

I know is absurd.
But my soul is sore and my eyes are blurred.
I am tired of the fight.
Falling in deep space without any try.
One phrase after the other.
Rhyme after rhyme.
I live in hell and the rain make me cry.

Is it raining?
Or is just my eyes?
Is the ground Closer?
Or is just my face in it?
Is it all dull?
Or I am just broken?

My Soul Cried
And the tears became poetry.
The day turned into night,
Yet I can still hear your melody.

In the memories we never lived,
I still dance with you.
In dreams we never had,
I still sleep next to you.

But your silence cuts me deep,
And I still wait for your messages—
Letters on a screen that don’t know me,
Written by people I’ve never seen.

I hear songs I believe you would love,
As if they truly meant something to me.
My ears can only hear your voice,
And now my eyes ache as all my poetry escapes.

To live is to know that today is the last day of your life but understanding that it maybe for a slight possibilite not to be.

I am lost but I know where to go.
I am sad but I am afraid to show.
I smile but I have tears to flow.
I loved but she stole my soul.

I am a wanderer of memories that are not mine.
Dreams of life that in my head are confined.
Pieces of our moments stuck to a silver line.
Broken parts of me like diamonds in the night.

I watch the moon when I cannot sleep.
Its light illuminates the dust from my bedsheets.
I should go back to my bed before I trip.
And now the moon is gone and no one will see me weep.

You dragged me into deep waters
and made me lose interest in the light.
I'm addicted to your love
and you're dependent on mine.

Let's Dive into Infinity.
And touch the foundations of paradise.
Let's Open the gates of Eternity.
And beyond Galaxies we shall rise.

Isso está apenas começando e estou com medo.
Medo de dizer a coisa errada, de falar demais ou de ir dormir muito cedo.
Minha ansiedade amiga que me corrompe desde criança .
Me faz questionar seu silêncio, e duvidar de minha esperança.

Eu me escondo em risadas e frases eloquentes
Quando meu único desejo é poder dizer que te amo abertamente.
Mas eu sei como se sente.
Eu sei que é um estrada de mão única, chama que só me esquenta, amor só com remetente.

Eu só queria com você cantar desafinado.
Deitar em silêncio sentido você ao meu lado.
Gostaria de parar sonhar e compartilhar memórias.
Sentir os seus lábios e ouvi-los contar nossas histórias.

Madrugadas sempre foram solitárias,
Noites escuras e chão frio.
Mente ociosa pensando no mar,
Consciência cansada, mantida por um fio.

Cheiro de café passado, esfriando,
Som de dois pássaros se amando.
Luz azul me mantém acordado,
A memória dos seus olhos me mantém atado.

Suas fotos me tiram o sono,
E meus pensamentos me impedem de sonhar.
Versos perdidos, voando sem dono,
Alma exausta, que só sabe te amar.

Doutora, como pode fazer isso comigo?
Me vejo sentindo dores que eu nunca senti.
Acho que é meu corpo gritando,
Com vontade de ver a ti.

Há livros sobre isso dos quais sei de cor,
Em bibliotecas espalhadas pelo mundo,
Ditando mistérios do amor.

Cascatas fluem de seu olhar cor do céu,
E estrelas brilham em seus cabelos lisos.
Galáxias são atraídas pelo seu sorriso,
E anjos se revezam para estar em sua presença.

Cada dia que passo sem te ver, acabo negociando com meus vícios.
Criando dívidas com Deus,
Cobrando milagres de lâmpadas mágicas,
E escrevendo poesias trágicas.

Love is not a chain or tomb,
And so, my love, I give you room.
If silence calls and if you must go,
I'll bear the weight, endure the fall.

And if your choice shall cast me low,
If my destiny leads me into your quiet no,
I'll wait even in deserts, starved of all sounds,
Even in storms where light will never be found.

I'll wait in fire, in the depths of hell,
Forever bound beneath your spell.
So make your choice—come with me forever dance—
For soulmates may burn, but will never end.

I was thinking about you,
And it kept me from sleeping.
I'm now tired and in love.

Each memory is like a shot of caffeine,
And every thought like a drag of nicotine.

It's the dependency on your smile,
My necessity for your smell,
My addiction to your eyes,
My heart in your fingertips.

I will die alone with words that don't rhyme,
In a poem that no one will read,
About a girl that I will never truly meet.