You touch me
And all of a sudden
The fish are drowning
Swimming, breathless
Towards the surface
Where the air is turning into
Fairy dust
Painting the sky in
A thousand different colors

Then you're gone
Fairies aren't real
The sky is just blue
The helpless fish
Are being cooked
And paintings are just paintings
Even if they remind me of you

Little dreamer
Dream me a fountain
I'll throw the coins
And our wishes will come true

Little dreamer
Dream me the moon
My life is dark
When I'm not with you

Little dreamer
Dream me your love
I'll let you have mine
When your eyes are closed

Little dreamer
Dream me the world
And we'll make houses
Out of fairy tales

Little dreamer
Is dreaming all you can do?
Oh, little dreamer
Maybe I dreamt you

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 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.

You're a papercut
Only when I look at you
Does it hurt

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.)

Okay guys! A bit sooner than I expected, my book is out!
Here’s the summary:
“A hero or a villain
To them it’s black or white
You’re a spectrum of a person
And none of them are right”

Alex’s Spilled Ink is a compilation of Alex’s poems, divided into three parts: heaven, earth and hell.
Heaven. Dip your hands in the warm, crytal water and reach for the words at the bottom of the lake. Inspiration. Hope. Love. Which will you take?
Earth. Keep your feet on the ground but look up towards the sky. What do you see? The moon, the stars, life passing by?
Hell. Fire burns but so does passion. You fight your battles and sometimes you lose. Hurt. Pain. Grief. Keep on fighting, there’s no excuse.

Alex's Spilled Ink is available only on every amazon (free on kindle unlimited!)

I hope you guys like my little compilation of poetry!

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

and at the edge of madness
they offered him a hand
tragic acts of kindness
for with him
they later
sank

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

If humans had wings
They’d still make the mistake
Of flying back to the people
Who’d cut them off

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

You treasure hearts
Because they’re easy to love
As long as you keep
Living
I treasure minds
Because they change my world
Long after their hearts stop
Beating

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!