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Jun 2017 · 518
A melodious apology
I've stumbled upon the pristine song
the song that narrates what occurred to you

it is a shame that the lack of courage you had
to explain things to me was replaced
by nights of self doubt and questioning
a maze with no end because I
myself
didn't even know what the exit was supposed to ensemble

Apparently, it didn't have an appearance but a melody
A song gave me closure after months of distress
all the jointed to form the apology
that I wasn't worthy of by your lame standards

I hope that in the near future you collect
particles of bravery to tell people around you
how you feel instead of blaming them for your torment

-JB
The only apology I received was so hollow, I couldn't hear the fall of my spit.
Jun 2017 · 271
What lays in labels
If you label yourself as misery
How are you going to see divinity
The one that surrounds you
And grows blew around you

It doesn't matter what they think
You are you and that's all that you need
Under the sheets you will find love
Not today but one day who may knows

It will be magical as fairytales
As those with dragons, fire and long tails
As those with princesses, crowns and broken hearts
But darling don't worry happy ending has it part.

Witches, ogres and phantoms you'll find
But remember young warrior
Don't you dare to go blind
In the face of despair
Which don't build you up
But leaves you instead

Once you find it, attach to it
And don't let it go
Many are lucky to obtain it
Few to remain with it

Don't let the witch fool you
Love exits and is waiting for you
Just don't pressure it
It will come along you'll see

Don't let the ogre trick you
Love is not how he painted it
Is pure, is divine and amazingly true
Is not how he painted of that you can be sure

Phantom said you don't deserve it
But what he knows if what he is
Is the lonely phantom you always see
Seeking and taking away love from every heart
His filthy hands are able to reach

Don't be afraid of expressing your love
You may be confuse now
But it is worth it love is all you need
It doesn't come in one side or one color

Love comes in many varieties
I dare it doesn't have color at all
And it just there to surprise us more
Just wait and everything will come along the way
May 2017 · 537
Wrenching my soul
The darkness is taking over me
eradicating herself within the valley of my being
slowly burning away the garden
my guardians cared for centuries

Nights are getting insufferably longer
more so when there's no starry sky
Clouds are accumulating all around
as ivy thoughts that drown the grace within

Do I stand to all
facing the adversity
me, myself, I have harbored

Even if that means looking at a mirror
Embracing the thought of me becoming
my own worst fear

If doing that means flowers will blossom again
Bring the black mirror
and along, my golden hammer
for I will tear this witch down
even if it means wrenching my soul away
As the negative thoughts attempt to mingle in the valley of my soul
Apr 2017 · 884
Inoperative Spaces
When the value of what
You might add in a conversation
Is the same of that of a dying sorrow
Share it with the lamenters and the widows
For the ones with our heads onward and ahead
Have little time for a useless need in our heads

Useless ****** are abundance in this world
But dears, the only things
that look good doing nothing are statues
And your looks would pass ignored by the greeks, french, romans, and even the barbarians

Please, do mind me, this is the simplest insult
For the ones that prefer to glue their *****
Watching life passing​ by and the world spinning through
If there's so little you can do
Why don't you do us a favor and fly off
Today I tried to remain as Zen as possible, but you know when you get home and all your barriers melt down and that ball of infuriating fire is still lighting but because of the exhaustion it looked as if it were running out the gas and what remained was the ashes that crept into my mind threatening to evolve into a migraine, well you do? I felt exactly that.

As the fierce soldier I am, I haggled off this reality with that of my subconscious and adventure myself in the depths of dreams. What a journey, I dreamt with verboten love and with abuse, cliffs and heights. What I can highlight and what bedazzled me the most was a peculiar scene: I was in front of a pizzeria and the family in charge was in the middle of a severe argument. The father was holding forcibly the wrists of the mother, this one cried and implored him to stop, while their kids cried and shrieked. In the outlook of my dream I had the pleasure of having subtitles! How crazy is that! the family was talking an indigenous language and I could read what they were talking. Thing was my mother got in the middle of the argument and asked for the kids to take them, as in being their savior. I red that the little baby was in the "highest mountain", the father kept repeating that they were obliged to go there. I decipher it as the highest room in the tall building. Upon arriving no kid was there and despair started consuming me and just THEN my mother woke me up.
Apr 2017 · 683
A sea of lies
Lie number one
She saw you first
I saw you first
I admired all your brilliance first
Buried the sentiment deep within
Along with any sympathy towards you
In order to devour the whole of your company
Without any regret, holding back my breath

Lie number two
I hate your goofiness
There's nothing that takes me faster to the moon
That your innocence and your pathetically bad jokes
Your smile is the contradiction of nonsenses
and fierce ideologies that find home at the back of my mind

Lie number three
You are an idiot
Maths and arguments are your playground
In the swings we go back and forth
Even when I tell you are wrong
You will always be Sir right
Rolling down the road we go
Difference being the ways we take
You roll with her
And I feel nothing but abandoned

Lie number four
I love to intimidate you
Call it cliche but in mocking you
I find the comfort of living within you
You'll never forget the bully that I am to you
When you were to reach your golden era
You'll go back to these years
And perhaps you'll see the irony in all of my doings

Lie number five
You are a blissful couple
The heavens know how much I've degenerate
All the events of your relationship
The way she handles you
Is a mockery to my face
You don't deserve it but you own it
As if everything that she gives to you
Were nothing less than treasures and gold

Her hostility is anonymous to my wishes
A few nights I've imagined filling her place
I've imagined your attentive gaze making love to my features
I've imagined your hands caressing timidly my own
I've imagined me being your number one fan
But the only place in the stadium of your heart
is already fill by her profane soul
So I think I've fallen in love, scratch that,  I am falling in love, I am not quite there, with someone I "shouldn't". It is strange because in some way I am forcing myself to love someone I know it would be best not to love. Isn't that confusing? That us human like to put burdens on ourselves just because.
Apr 2017 · 390
But actually
When i listen to you
I feel  as if I were lending my ears to someone else
Someone who wants to listen to your stories
Someone who is not me
Someone's place I'm trying to fill

When I talk to you
Words seem more complex than Pascal
Deciphering what to say becomes a paradox
Do I shamelessly arrange my cards in the box
Or do I pass the turn to another personality
Reuniting time to form the perfect reasoning

When I see your cherry lips
There's no contradictions
To what I'll will taste
Nothing but what she left
Your saliva, her saliva, and mine
Colliding creating the perfect test
What will be my answer
Do I ignore her manner in you
Or do I make you spit
Until everything of hers cease to exist
written for the boy who loves my ex-friend and who I am trying to.
Apr 2017 · 448
The veil within
Your snowflake sense takes over
You still can't let go of this pullover

Winter, my dear, your coldness do not ceases
petrified each time that my glance moves towards you
Are you always this insensible, dear mine?
Or is it just to catch up my attention

as the flowers that aren't born on your lips
You will not flower your way into my heart again

Enviable guts you must have
to play summer while
frivolous voices consume you inside
based on the experience of encountering again with your troublesome ex crush

— The End —