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Hey guys, you might have (probably not) noticed that I have deleted some of my poems. Fact is, I have written a poetry book that is to be released sometime this month which contains some of the poems that were here.  I will be self publishing it on amazon (and maybe smashwords) under my pen name, Alex Oliveira! It will hopefully be released sometime this month (I’ll definitely let you know) and I’m very, very excited!
Have a nice week!
all the things you’ve won
cannot compare
to the delicate smoothness
of her hair
or the way she treats you
with so much care
and know that if for a minute
a blink of an eye
you think of her as just another
star in your sky
she’ll make sure to remind you
that come morning,
stars say goodbye
take me in your
aching arms, my love,
sing to me a lullaby
love is painful
and when you collapse
darling, with you i’ll cry

i won’t take you in my
aching arms, my love,
but let you fall
not only painful
but sometimes one sided
it’s only love, after all
and perhaps, one day
you might have liked to grow
and share your Neverland
with someone you’d come to know

but was life ever fair
to boys who were lost
granted, you discovered yourself
but at what cost?

they said to never say goodbye
and to never go away
but they forgot to warn you
sometimes life won’t let you stay

and you’ll never be forgotten
because we all believe
with a bit of fairy dust
in our Neverland, you’ll forever live.
Remembering Michael Llewelyn Davies, one of the boys who inspired  J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan.  This poem is dedicated to him and to Jonathan Ferrara, an author whose upcoming book  inspired me to write this poem.
i’ll never really know
how scared the color red
made you feel
before we met

watching as she bled
burying the dead
alone with no bed
a long road ahead

but as of right now
paint the future red
with us together, somehow
it’ll look like love instead

not hanging by a thread
the sadness we’ll shed
nothing more to dread
let all the colors spread
why are you here
you keep hiding from the pain
even though this place is near
all your running is in vain

soon you’ll have to face
whatever clouds your mind
the problem with reality
is you can’t leave it behind
the monsters are so kind
as they offer you a life
you take what you can get
and leave your pain behind

better hide behind the curtains
the sun is shining and it burns
they’d see all the dark stains
covering your arms

don’t leave your house
pray they won’t figure out
you’re playing cat and mouse
with the demons beside you

what would they think
they wouldn’t understand
thoughts flow like ink
inside your messed up head

holed up in your room
it’s a world they can’t see
if you didn’t look like doom
they’d let you be
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