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Marlon James Apr 2014
Fancy a bullet?
I can get you that

A nice blade to slit your wrists?
I can get you that

You want some company while you bleed to death?
I can get you that.

I can get you that and much more
Because i love you.
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                         25-04-2014
Marlon James Apr 2014
I lean over myself.
Clinging to what's left of you in me.
And what is there, like a sixth sense,
is the silence that you showed me.
The silence that keeps me alive
when the world gets overly noisy and
I feel myself being swallowed.
My panic room.
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal,              25-04-2014
Marlon James Apr 2014
This is not a poem.
I'm not a poet
These are just words
trying to say that I'm...

What am I?
Not a poet
Because this is not a poem.
Just words that...

What are they?
Not a poem
I'm not a poet
I'm just a...

What am I
when i write...?
What are these words,
and who is writting them?
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                             25-04-2014
Marlon James Apr 2014
The sadness of losing
It's what's left

It was so true
to love you
It happened
but
I would love you ...
I would love ...
Come here.
Let me show you
I want to see

Maybe the hours ...
Or the mountains ...
perhaps
words,
I do not know
Maybe _ love ...


I stopped saying.
Stopped.
I resigned to love ...
the gods...

The flowers,
Kielos,
bit me
when i pulled them

To love you
Was like pulling a flower
I made you swan
The gods made me volcano
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                                25-04-2014
Marlon James Apr 2014
I hate intentions.
I hate people with plans
People with strategies
People with theories

Be merely.
Be and let be unhurriedly
No ploys
no *******

Do not try to teach
Do not try to overpower morally
or intellectually
In your head

Maybe in your mind
I am not worthy
doubt
I can live with that

Unless your actions
reflect
that you underestimate me
In that case i'll crush you with my fate.
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                             25-04-2014
Marlon James Apr 2014
Inside of me It's empty

Inside of me It's verve

Up and down

A heart ******
Rises me in a metaphysical experience,
Oh, excitement!
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                                   25-04-2014
Marlon James Apr 2014
Feeling what I feel is painful,
The confusion,
The pain
Always annoyed.
The future ... The future ...
Eco
I am the replication of myself.
Who pulls the strings? Stop!
Who controls the heads,the voices?
Am I the underground one or the other?
The one that range in silence, or the one that you hear?
One is mine. The other belongs to whom? Yours?
Is the half missing, your half?
My better half, yours?
Half me, half you?
Half?
Wait. What are you doing? Wait!
Half afraid to be half yours.
Half fear, half me. Half?
I'm always unbroken in what i do
How can i be divided?
Why should I bring my entire soul to be half?
I might as well be completely me than half yours, right?
What are you doing?
Wait.
Marlon James, Porto, Portugal                                                     25-04-2014
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