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Yashiro 5d
Me falaram que eu era importante,
Que não queriam me ver distante (mentira, mentira, mentira).
Parem de dizer que não era verdade,
Vocês persistem em dizer com crueldade,
Porque insistem tanto em me atormentar?
E pra que o caos criar?!
(Diversão, diversão, diversão)

Sabe aquele caminho cheio de sorrisos?
Aquele com animais coloridos,
O mesmo que todos estão enxergando.
Eu não estou pirando.
Vocês poderiam parar de gritar?
Estou tentando fazer outras pessoas o caminho enxergar.

(Minta, minta, minta)
O que eu ando fazendo?
Apenas estou escrevendo,
É que chocolate me lembra palavras.
Mordo elas e elas são amargas.
As luzes estão piscando,
Meu corredor está fechando.
Estou me perdendo na confusão,
Minha mão não é minha mão.

Acordei de novo no caminho colorido,
Ele me parece tranquilo,
Agora tem um espelho e uma cachoeira,
Parece uma doideira,
Os dois estão quebrados,
Por algo foram afundados.
Vi uma noiva bonita,
Em seu rosto respingava tinta,
Ela disse que tinha caído,
De um penhasco, eu imagino,
Tive uma alucinação
E o medo me fez prender a respiração.

E quando eu acordei,
Nada novo eu encontrei,
Apenas meu caminho destruído,
E aquele chocolate, agora mordido,
Mas até que o amargor o agradou
E a voz por inteira se deliciou,
Enquanto no espelho e na cachoeira,
Eu cruzava a fronteira.
E com tinta me pintei
Pra disfarçar a loucura que para mim eu inventei.
basil Feb 2021
your mother tongue never needed to distinguish between
house and home
i miss you every day, maria </3
Rafaldini Nov 2020
Under this beaten skin
I can see a newer blueprint
Waiting for the ashes
Waiting some more crashes
To wear a new face when it win

They say easy come and easy go
But I think it can't be real, tho
I saw some decent public man in a game show
And if karma is a *****, should we stop to vote?

I am going away with a new disguise
I am warning my friends before someone dies
But the purple drank don't let they realize
We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie
'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize

I see some fake-*** sophists at the morning show
Droping mind over mind like a domino
They could shave up their ***** to look like Foucault
And keep their cynical smile while everyone blows

The comedians were our source of truth
Now they're offering jokes for a pair of fancy shoes
People used to have band shirts, now they have tattoos
We were brilliant, now we are just turning screws

I am going away with a new disguise
I am warning my friends before someone dies
But the purple drank don't let they realize
We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie
'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
Lydeen May 2020
Sic Itur Ad Astra.
Assim para as estrelas eu viajarei,
Em tempos de luto e perda,
Através das estrelas e galáxias,
Ao calor fugaz do sol,
Sic itur ad astra.
Bianca Apr 2019
We are leaving in the morning.

I can feel the press of memory
in the curve of a downward
fold, behind a torn up receipt just
next to the jut of new
roller handles. I feel it

in the coconut drink the park
cafeteria ran out of this afternoon.
The açai you thought I wouldn’t like.
How many unfinished days
are there left scratched into places
tipping over the ends of old maps?

You hand me a snack box (for tomorrow);
tell me to go to bed.
I am afraid Today will spill out
through my yawning–
from my head to the pillow
until there is nothing left, only

our Unfinished set aside for tomorrow
and all the packing we have left to do.
Haruharu Jan 2019
Beach dress soaked from the rain.

Jumping in puddles with flip-flops while we run to the highest peak.

The high waves, the horizon and the brazilian rain.

I felt like one with the world.

The heavy rain cleansed my body from the salty ocean water.

I wish I could stand there forever,
to just watch the powerful nature work it's magic.

So soaked it felt like my whole body was made of water,
I started to shiver from the cold.

We kept running along the filthy streets.

Splashing ***** water at each other like children.

Lips blue from the cold,
yet I felt a strong fire burning inside me,
more intense than I've ever felt.

All I could think about was how beautiful life is,
it's all about moments like these.

So full of life I knew I'd always treasure the memories from this day.
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