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Maybe love will hurt you.
Maybe it will help you discover who you are.
It will be a bridge between your soul and another's soul.
You will cross many times that same bridge to find your loved one's heart.

You will do it no matter the difficulty or the distance between the two edges
Because when you love you only see what drives you there.
You won't see any barriers.

And it may come the time when you have to say goodbye
For the last time.
That bridge, that connection, may lose communication
But something meaningful happened for
Two hearts.
There´s something totally mad in this world
Behind all appearances of goodness.
And I know there´s so much love to grasp,
But I don´t feel people realizing it.

We are supposed of evolving
In absolute and unconditional ways.
In a sense we all should be really happy,
In some kind of cosmic sways
But this don´t happen nowadays.

I know where I would like to live,
In a place where just rules would strive
And win. Not because of Men!
But at least by a supreme, balanced Order.

That´s my hope.
A earth with no ideals,
Those out fashioned pills...
But more fair in events of daily life.

With no schizophrenic  bodies
And technical high-heels
Of insanity.

What if we knew the way
Where he head now?
Would this change?

Yes, the world is mad.
Like I said...
Something really mad because it appears like normal, ordinary. I feel dashed sometimes, because bad things shouldn't be reigning as completely acceptable... And they are being...!
It´s not complicated when I speak
But I´m silent.

I feel like a good old wine,
In the shelf.

People pass and say, how antique
70 years old, it must be good!

I say: - Yes I could.
*I think this is a state of mind. Sometimes people get stuck in the many difficulties which life presents. But this doesn´t mean they are unworthy. Unfortunately, many feel like it.
My mind is the house of ghosts
They are intruders
I am the host.
Bring me the sweet old days
We hang together.
The streets we crossed in sways,
Better and better.

We had this youth within,
And we made it last my friend.
We tanned so much skin,
In the outside we spent.

We hugged every day,
Because it felt so good!
We would long our stray,
Every time we could.

A ritual long forgotten.
Now we are apart.
And man, I feel so **** rotten
A game without a part...

I miss the feeling of sunshine,
In our summers lived on the edge,
Like we had our own shrine,
Another day was our pledge!
A Poem to Friendship
Look at jet planes at the horizon
The way they leave a track
slowly...

Beyond them the Sun is burning
A Beautiful Orange fire
Blazing the skies

A powerful flux of living is due
To that star continuous effort...

In a primitive community a man can stare
At the Sun and feel grateful.
So the modern man.

Both have this cosmic root
Of living.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
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