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sainche micano Sep 2015
i guess this is me
a story of another loner
i will burden the earth
with my weight and volume
then leave it
just the way i came
i won't cry when i leave
i'll lay in silence
and won't move
because i understand now
more than anything
there is a better world out there
where souls have no teeth to laugh at me
and blood to make me bleed
i understand now
how flesh will betray

*how messed we still play
it's hard to love the traitor..never lie to any sincere heart
sainche micano Sep 2015
there is a substance in my heart
it screams but never dies
weighing out my pulse
and washing off the paint
of my colorful world
..i saw this all as beautiful
a while back
but now it's nothing
oh heaven,
come save me
i feel like nothing
but it will all come to pass
the angels are here
i'll go to sleep
sainche micano Sep 2015
when my mind speaks
it's loud
LOUD ENOUGH

& there is no such thing as..
silence
i speak less than i think
sainche micano Sep 2015
this is the place
where i was born
small enough to crush me
it's why few know about it
we closed all the doors to strangers
and learnt from behind its walls
and called it warm
we named it home

it's familiar
to a place i faked a smile
and the first place i cried
here, i'll always be a son
oh yes, always a son
we were taught the world
but never experienced it

but the roof and the bricks
kept us from the weather
....hot and cold...
hmm the space upon my pillow
is where i learnt to whisper
all the twitches that stained my heart

you'll always be home
always
the castle daddy owns
sainche micano Sep 2015
My heart pounds like a dollar
Saving souls wherever..
So they always want to have it
..steal it
And keep it..

My lips sail like a promise
Saving lives from heartache..
Pasting smiles and kisses..
To stained hearts and dreamers
I could say...
...I'm saving myself
By saving you...
So I'll love you
..this life is a mirror..
Whatever we do, love is the remedy..
sainche micano Sep 2015
These badges...
comfort my spirit to nothing
I'm working...
Like seasons are shifting in raindrops..
I find myself..
Behind a curtain, when the door is closed
Where reality finally whispers
Those streets are too plastic ..
And too loud for me..
I belong to the peaceful silence
that plays a flavored violin
...I'm only myself
On my own
sainche micano Sep 2015
the way you live is fragrance
turning people's senses
moving people's feelings
..you stain white hearts
then bleach black souls
..oh yes
you preach clarity
sowing memories
and feeding obsessions

..don't take me
my freedom is real
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