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alienobserver Jun 2014
I woke up feeling brilliant
My country is embarrassing
I don't wanna speak portuguese
I wanna paint my body
And throw myself into things

The white walls of the museums
I had never visited
Invite me to show my useless
And pointless opinions

I feel like capturing the colors
Capturing tones and movements
Look inside my eyes and tell me
Something I haven't felt yet
I don't feel and that's just embarrassing
alienobserver Jun 2014
The birds drink water
From middle class families' pools
alienobserver May 2014
Look deep inside my eyes
And tell me what you want
Because I can´t play games
When my heart is always losing

We all know how tacky this is
I´m unable to fight
When the only thing I want
Is your lips kissing mine.
alienobserver May 2014
I´ve never felt this way,
Dying all the time,
Bottling up my sorrow
So I wouldn´t cry everywhere.

Putting my head up,
To avoid the tears from overflowing
My eyes, which didn´t open
Everytime I left my house.

Holding my breath,
So I could turn invisible
To anyone and everyone,
Everywhere I´d go.

I´ve never felt this way,
It´s made me feel like
Going back home.
alienobserver May 2014
I look up to the clouds
In remembrance of you,
That was never around
When I most needed.

The only heat I know
It´s the one from the sun.
The only scent I smell
It´s the one from the rain.

I look down to the grass,
Wondering why it looks so alive,
When the absence of rain
Should make them die.
alienobserver May 2014
She has pictures of dead flowers
In hidden sanctuaries
Located in the depths of her soul.
That´s where my love lies,
Sleepy and peaceful.

Please don´t leave me.
alienobserver May 2014
After cleaning all the tears,
And trying to remember
All the tacky tips of behavior,
I still feel like crying again.

My heart aches
And so does my head,
Everytime I get to face
All the faces I used to trust.

I still feel like crying again,
And again, and again, and again,
To a point in which all my soul
Is out through my eyes.

I speak and I regret of doing it.
The words turn the feeling heavier.
It´s harder to write, to let it out,
So I won´t.

I am sad.
That´s a fact and I can´t deny it.
I tried to change and I failed,
So I´m changing again.

No one knows that I am sad.
No one will.
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