It had just stopped raining
The musty smell from the
Carved wood of the swings
And the earthy scent of the
Damp sand below them
Awoke in you a nostalgic feeling
And memories started playing
Like old movies inside your mind.

A child’s sweet laughter
Filled your ears and you found yourself
Mesmerized by the innocence of
That young, boisterous voice
You had long forgotten
It sounded like your song
Played in a different key
A melody life had yet to change

You wished you could still run to mom
When you tripped and hurt your knee
Back when the only kisses that mattered
Happened when she kissed it better
Back when the only wounds you
Had to bandage were from
Falling on the playground

The movie ended and too soon
You spotted the dark clouds ahead
Gathering over you like thoughts
On comic books you used to read
You got up and left the memories behind
They stayed there like kids would
Having fun like you never could again.

and too late you remember
you were not raised by wolves
but by vicious humans
and their family ties
are not made of
nylon threads
strong and colorful
everlasting
but of cotton
softer, yes,
but easy to break

You slip into unconsciousness
And the world starts to dance
Behind your closed eyelids
You can see anything when
Your thoughts are silenced
And your mind starts to scream

A sad story begins to play
Inside your cobwebbed head
Fed by parts of your soul
They're black and white movies
But the people are scary and loud
Emerging from your silent,lurking doubts

Your white wings are wide and outspread
When you play a part in those scenes
While other people are ***** and red
Shadows follow you around
Attached to your aching feet
Yet the sun is nowhere to be seen

Then the horrible part takes place
It's not much of a plot twist
No angel survives amongst demons
You're left with wounds and burns
And a pair of beautiful broken wings
But it doesn't hurt, your heart is asleep

The alarm sounds and you wake
Pulled from the depths of your mind
And you think you left the nightmare behind
But as the day progresses you begin to feel
As monsters still haunt you loud and clear
There isn't much of a difference between
What is a dream and what is real

It’s a winter’s day
And the cold bites harder
Than his words
You wonder what made you
As fragile as the ice
Beneath your feet
As you, too, crack
Under the pressure
Break, when you’re
Stepped on
You try to make a snowball
With your calloused hands
But they’ve been through
Too many fights
And weapons can’t hold
Such delicate things
So you can only watch
As the water slips through
Your trembling fingers
Just as his love slips out
Of your troubled mind

i didn’t do it
      - and the skies didn’t shake
        and the ground didn’t break
        the whole world is still awake
so i realized
      - you can ask anything, you see,
        you can take what i give for free
        you can be who you want to be
but what I answer
and what I give
and what I am
are all still up to me

fallen leaves
float down from trees
and land on your hand

as I watch
I fall for you
will you help me stand?

You had realized long ago
That the sun could be a person

The sun could be found
In lingering glances
That burn your eyes
In a pleasant way

The sun could be found
Even late at night
When it's dark outside
Lighting up your dreams

The sun could be someone
Who doesn't understand what
You've been through
But illuminates you
Every step of the way

The sun could be someone
You're willing to help
Just to be rewarded with a smile
Bright, beaming, caused by you

You realized all of this
After spending mornings and afternoons
Not having to look up at the sky
Because it was enough
To look to your right
Where he was standing

And so you asked yourself
When did he become your sun?

We let our hearts be broken
Because we have hope
And with love and recklessness
As parents,
Hope’s only child
Is disappointment

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!

My interest in you
Was like a piece of paper
I set ablaze
One second it was there -
Then it was not
Your love for me
Was as unfortunate
As the waves
And it kept coming back
When I pushed it away

There's fog in his head
And he can't see you clearly
He notices only what you're
Trying to hide

(Because a clouded mind
Still makes better judgments
Than yours)

Your head screams at you to run
And instead you feed him half truths
You want to prove to him
Lies aren't all there is to you

(Are you staying because
You thought you had nothing to lose
Or because he asked you to
And now you do?)

You question if hate is all there is
Because it has never felt like this
And hate never came with promises
And kisses and a home
Attached to it

(And you wonder if his key
Fits the lock that will
Bury your past somewhere
Where it can't reach you)

(It does.)