you speak,
and more cracks appear

through my face
my lungs
my heart

you speak.
‘you wanted me to face my truth?’
‘so why don’t you face YOURS?’

my body broke.
i am truly broken without them

an obsession
so deep to care
fireworks blast into the sky
snapping the our reality with theirs

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oh boy!

it’s christmas eve
and i remember my house
full of people
my family

when i left,
i didn’t know my family no more
i know their names
i recognize their faces
yet i don’t know them
no more.

it’s christmas eve
a time so special
yet so,
so lonely.

i just never saw you go

i just never saw

i just never

i just

i



the blind edge of the blade
refuses to cut my skin
is this you?

for once you didn’t mark my skin

trained to help
those who yelp
those who can’t even
help themselves

put a blue leash on me
as i see you
my tail wags

determined to help
just you now
just you

…

i see you laying on the ground
sirens almost making me deaf
put a blue leash on me
it’s not time to leave yet, is it?

you die.

like everyone.
everyone dies.
you’re just like anyone else.

the stars burn out too
but they don’t beg to be remembered.
still, they’re like anyone else.

no one’s remembered.
even if you try.
because our lives only exist to be our own.

because some wise lady told me
‘the universe never ends, it just changes.’

do you remember?
way back?
when you smiled
when you were happy,
my dear, when you were happy.

where did you go?

you were born this day

you opened your eyes this day

you should be proud




come back




come back





happy birthday.

holding hands
braiding hairs
playing catch

that’s what we did!
until one day, she was weird.

…

my body is stained
stained to life
her hands will be forever carved
in my skin

i was a child

a child
mind so rich
but still
only wishes to be held

a father
father of a mind
a mind so rich
but still
he throws the mind away


little does he know he was never held.

manipulate me,
hold me in your arms—
‘i’ve got you,’ you say.

a moment later,
you take my arms,
slice away my flesh,
‘i’ll be back tomorrow.’

please do.
i can’t live without you.
my eyes see nothing,
nothing but you.

your arms, the same that
once cradled me,
have become knives.

the sun rises again,
my warmth
is it gone?
oh well

she spins,
spins to the song

her long dress
quietly dances to the rhythm
of the tambourines
glasses batting
and leather drums

she spins,
spins to the song

she looks up, calling them
then now she’ll be one of them
those who suffered
those with consumed lives

‘no, never alone.’
they whisper,
‘for now she has shown, never alone.’

your old life is no more
you are not a girl
you killed her
you killed a girl

waking up
feeling like her
cut your hair
silently you swear
that you’ll change
but isn’t it strange?

when will she die?
when will she die in me?
she always comes back
but my old life is no more

throughout the night
you scream with delight
from far away,
she hears you.

there’s a rain
made of glass

it’s still raining
at 20:42
is it raining for you too?

it’s still raining
why?
why is it still raining?

it’s ok.
it’s not bleeding yet.

illness
the one that kills
that one that you need pills
to make sure you don’t see those hills
that don’t even exist

illness
that one that MAKES you ****
that one that makes you addicted to your pill
that one that makes you see the hill
that doesn’t even exist

illness
the one that makes you ****
but the victim is yourself
the one that makes you needed of pills
that one that makes you stab yourself with quills
the one that thrills
the thrill of death

of your own.

that dog
the one that bites
don’t get close to it
or it’ll bite you too


‘it bit me’
the blood is still warm,
dripping from hands that shook
but no one dared to look.
…
‘why doesn’t someone help me?’

the reality the world
do you really wanna know?
curious boy
will die easily




YOURE SICK




okay, curious one
now hear gunshots
blood spatting
is it good yet?

no, you wanna see it yourself
the good friend holds a a sign
‘wanna see a dead body?’
eyes rolled back
this is what you lack


YOURE SICK
YOURE SICK
YOURE SICK
YOURE SICK

a lot of things can happen in 5 minutes.


5



‘where is he?’
in his room!
with his cat
his beloved cat

that cat that only hears him
and he only hears her
like notes playing continuously


4


‘where is he?’
in the garden
among the blossoms
his beloved blossoms

looking up
at the clouds
and looking down
at his flower crowns


3


‘where are you?’
up the tree!
the tree’s leaves look more green here
your beloved leaves

watching the birds
picking up their feathers
taking away their piece of freedom
away piece of their wisdom


2


‘where are you?’
walking on the street
smells smoky
you don’t like it here

kicking lost rocks,
you look at the horizon
now you remember
that you don’t want the life
you don’t want the cat
you don’t want the garden
you don’t want the tree
or the birds


1
‘where am i?’
looking down.
at the rushing water below the bridge
is this really necessary?

it is.
i know it is.
i cant find my feet touching the bridge
im flying now
maybe for a moment
im the bird



oh god, let me be the bird.

fruit bat
dont let them confuse you
with your brother
vampire bat
that blood *******
winged demon

fruit bat
your wings are yours

i feel wires in my lungs
they dont let me breathe

i feel wires in my throat
they dont let me speak


‘IVAN’
the pill bottle has my name on it!!
that’s fun
they’ll fix me, right mom?

take one
take two
take three
..come on, take one more

mom, i feel dizzy!
should i take one more to ease it?

‘I wish to see the snow’
i said, little 6 year old,
never in my life have I seen real snow—

the only snow I knew
was the artificial kind,
cold like winter's breath,
but somehow wrong, you get me?

they told me it’s the same,
white dust, falling in clumps,
but where was the silence?
the weight of a season
pressed soft upon the world?

so i tried to find it my own
something the same,
like her.

but the silence was not the same
it was cold.
and it was now that I felt that snow
the one that gave me frostbites

‘silly! get back to reality!’

she plays her guitar
each note sending me a color
each note sending me a picture
a picture that she holds in her mind

its beautiful
never seen such grace
shes quiet,
only strumming the chords

after she ends, i only look at her
my gaze lovestruck.
and oh, she knows that

she knows shes worth it
but she cant put it on her head.
she sighs.
‘im starting over’

‘goodnight, mom, i love you’







click.






dark.
im afraid of the dark


hug my teddy
he says its okay


big, small,
big small..
the shadows
im afraid of the shadows

where i was born
i was raised to believe
in the higher power
in the divine power
‘reza pro papai do céu!’

where i was born
i was raised to love someone
upon anyone
‘ame a Deus acima de todas as coisas’

when i grew
a little bit,
a little too much in mind
so much that mom forced me
to pray to a power
i dont even believe in

yells
just yells
no, mom!
that way i won’t even listen to myself!

—perhaps that’s what it’s all about.

every night before i sleep
i pray to not wake up
but it won’t happen
at least i can see the sun rise again
i smiled
it was time to move on

eyes of a fawn
innocent and wide.
its gaze on its mother,
its pelt spotted
like the shadow of the trees.

a cricket chirps,
little fawn looks back—
a stick breaks,
little fawn is gone.

hurt, touched, dead.
the mother was far away now.
it’s okay, little fawn,
it wasn’t your fault
for being born.

You will never be able to feel
Those hugs
The warmth close to the fire
The fresh breeze in a sunlit forest
The scent of beautiful flowers
The cat’s soft pelt
The smell of rain
Ever again

You will never be able to hear
The soft melody of the birds
The grass dancing in wind
Your favorite song
The gentle drizzle
The night animal’s calls in evening
Ever again

You will never be able to see
The graceful sunset
The pure animals
Those views..
The mysterious night sky
Nature..
The beauty of life
Ever again

So I say
Don’t go yet
We have so much to do
And you…
It’s myself in the mirror
So I say
Please stay
Ivan

is there is something out there?
or all i ever did was worth nothing?
belle says that my purpose is to simply be
because we’re all going to disappear someday
cause, yknow, healing takes time
lets just watch the sunset and hold hands

im learning to love the sound of the waves
they push me away, and tell me to stay
they tell me to bloom
calmly like the flowers in the deepest of forests

some scars never leave you.
just like the strong branches of a tree.
you carry them.
i will forever feel the branches

some memories never leave your mind.
just like the gentle breeze
they wander.
i will forever feel the breeze

its heavy, im tired
but you..
you make me wake up for a day

i lay, vulnerable
in the nest of thorns
they hurt when i try to approach them
it makes me bleed

i dont want to cry
despite being in so much pain
i dont want to cry
even if the coming tears suffocate me

my heart stabbed
by the nest of thorns
i wont cry
never vulnerable again

bird on the tree
catch it fast before it flees!
its feathers soft like a cloud
its body frail as petals
dear god
protect our animals

bird on the tree
we dont want to see it free
its claws as sharp as thorns
its mind in the sky
thinking why
it breathes
thinking why
it sees
and thinking why
it flies

bird on the tree
it does see
what we did
its eyes are open
and will never be closed again

father is part of my life
father gets home when the sun melts
father sits on his chair and drinks his glass
father yells at a broken glass
father sleeps on the couch
and doesn’t want to go to bed

‘why are you like this?’
father said.
‘you’re made of glass!’
father said.

when the moon is high
father looks at it
he says that reminds him of glass
is it the clear glass?
or is it the dark glass from your drink, dad?

father likes the moon
maybe he sees the light of it when he looks at his drink
its scary
seeing the liquor burn father’s throat
its scary
seeing the dad that loved me
say he’ll give up on me

a feather,
soft and light as the wind.
it is carried by the soft breeze, and it has seen everything. (are you SURE?)

dear feather, haven’t you seen?
the star that shines for me
‘no, it’s not for you. it’ll never be.’
and the feather wanders and wanders, seeking to see everything.

dear feather, haven’t you seen?
the art that i am opens its eyes for me
‘no, it didn’t. it never will.’
and the feather was once again, pushed by the soft breeze of the morning.

dear feather, haven’t you seen?
the chains that trapped my mouth were parted
i bite now
‘even if you did, it’ll just hurt more. the cycle continues and you earn nothing with it.’
but the feather didn’t wander, the breeze seemed to stop.
(better luck next time)

“i love you”
the purest words you say
but my tears blurred my thoughts
like always

the night after i killed myself
the sun had sank, and i saw you
silently crying looking at the stars
dont worry, im them, and theyre me
perhaps you could find me in the vastness of space

the night after i killed myself
i went back to the place where i stayed the most
the bed was still warm, and hugo, dear stuffed dog, lays there
he knows i wont come back
at least he tried

the night after i killed myself
mother looked at my room
wondering what did she do wrong
wasnt she a good mother?
it wasnt you

the night after i killed myself
for once father felt guilty
he took mother’s hand, trying to comfort her
he knows he was a part of it

the night after i killed myself
i finally closed my eyes,
guided to eternity, maybe?
i just know i am in peace
among the pines of eternal rest
birds sing, lullaby sang by mother
when i was little

i never saw you go
the morning was rainy, and i saw mother on the couch
crying to herself.

father said you were gone
‘gone?’ i said, tears forming in my eyes
why did you go?
wasnt those talks on the stairs enough?

the way you looked at me
‘don’t worry, i’ve got you’
the way my mom loved you
‘my chubby girl!’

the walks on the park,
but your friend Black wasn’t here anymore
i loved your black spots
and your droopy ears
and your white muzzle

my cousin always came excited
‘let me give her a treat!’
not now, lets play first
she never gave her a treat

when you went to the park,
you had a company,
the girl with the bag
full of treats after the walk

after you were gone, she came to the house,
saying she missed you
and she’d never forget you.
was this part of the job?

Dear Jennis,
even if you never caught the ball
you always laid down on my side
on your little green bed

the guitar strums its chords, the place is dark
but i somehow can still see
the fire outside
its not cold anymore
its not dark anymore

was i like a rock?
that bares the harsh waves of the sea?
that gives home to the lost shells?
that doesn’t know how is outside?

the guitar continues, and we’re swimming.
i watch the rock, the waves beating on it, making a loud noise.
i cover my ears, and you watched me
its blurry

the music doesn’t stop
even if I can’t see the rock anymore.
I follow you to the depths
and we play splashing water on each other
the depths aren’t so scary!
‘yeah. i told you’ you replied, looking at the rock again.

‘remember her?’
no.
‘you should. she lived half of your life’
what do you mean?
who?
and the music continues, and the waves too! it’s amazing, how things move..
how things move..

but it’s like this, despite the stress you still stand
running in the moorland, braiding your hair
stepping into the rushing waters, home to the fish
they play hide and seek, dodging the steps
the tall grass tickles the knees, and you fall
‘get up, it’s only a scratch!’
youth, pure youth

i listen to my heart beating
my fragile hands
carrying the most beautiful flowers
and souls
watching the birds sing in the hidden trees of the forest
i look around, tripping on a rock
maybe i should learn to live with it
second youth