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A lover pulled night toward me
Obscuring blind monotony
Those too-harsh rays,
The day-to-day malaise of living

As her silver, moon-lake body haplessly suppressed
My initial force of life
The seeds I kept hidden from view
Were strewn among her faulty self, where
They began to crop up thickly

Splitting rocks
In her center’s harsh asymmetry
They marred that once delightful face
If inconsequentially
But as her orbit wanes ahead,
Like a crashing moon with star tattoos
Her beauty will veer and fall away,
Then
I’ll be moist and will not wither in the heat always
Instead I’ll shiver and I’ll wonder
Why the sun is gone today
MMXI
 Sep 2013 Rosalie Walker
Nathan
Silent is the wind that blows
Towards the end of dead groves
Yet one thing speaks
Cries out through the cold
"Help me please
I'm caught in the fold
It won't let go
I can't escape
Please don't leave me to my fate."
O Zé-ninguém da minha escola

Olhos tristes e sempre meigos,
Faltam-te doces beijos.
Hesitante e por vezes calmo,
Sentes o belo salmo.


Rouquidão dum velho pastor,
Teu sorriso encantador.
Resposta por vezes certa,
Galo que te desperta.


Insegurança desmedida,
Rosto facetado pela vida.
Incompreendido nesse mundo teu,
Tens o carinho que Deus te deu.


Tens o nome de António, de José,
Percorres o País de lés-a-lés,
As tuas vitórias são grandes conquistas,
Que não são sociais ou políticas.


Victor Marques
You wake up
You look around
Your room is the same.
You open the door
Your house is the same.
You look trought the window
Your town is the same.
You look at the mirror
And you don't like what you see
You look just the same
Unfortunately.
I want flowers to grow in the darkest parts of my body
I wish I could say beautiful words that would made you cry and smile
I want to be a poet
I want my feelings to be poems
And my life to be poetry
I want to be pure as the sea
I don't want to be happy
I want to be free to fly
And leave this mad world
Full of emptiness
I'm an unfinished project that no one seems to want to finish...
not even myself.
II
Amei, amei e prometi não amar mais ninguém
Mais tarde conheci-te a ti e foi aí que percebi


…que sou terrível a cumprir promessas.
THIS IS NOT A POEM* ABOUT:
Love, pain, life, death, nature or feelings.

THIS IS NOT A POEM WITH:
Kick **** quotations, complex thoughts, cute phrases or difficult words.

THIS IS NOT A POEM THAT WILL MAKE YOU:
Cry, laugh, feel less miserable or think at night.

THIS IS NOT A POEM THAT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

THIS IS NOT A POEM INSPIRED IN SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR.

THIS IS NOT A POEM BEAUTIFUL AS A FLOWER, REBEL AS THE SEA, HAPPY AS A RAINBOW OR MELANCHOLIC AS THE GREY SKY.

THIS IS NOT A POEM THAT USES THE KIND OF COMPARISONS THAT YOU HAVE READ ABOVE.

AND IF YOU ARE STILL READING IT,
**THIS IS NOT A POEM.
Ele finge que não se importa
Ele finge que está tudo bem
Ele finge que não sente
Ele finge que não sabe
Ele finge que esquece
Ele finge que dorme
Ele finge que não vê
Ele finge que vive
Ele finge que ri
Porém,
Ele apenas
**Finge
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