"fazes" poems
Penso em ti
Noite mal dormida sem sono nem vontade,
Calor do teu beijo dá felicidade,
Açucena flor campestre florida,
Estrela do céu esquecida.
Tu tens magia sem censura,
Pinceladas nos teus olhos,
Boca sem sede com eterna brancura,
Candeia acesa na noite escura.
Pareces uma onda sem espuma,
Uma borboleta e até coisa alguma?
Um horizonte que não se abraça,
Uma nuvem que nunca passa.
Tu tens a melodia eterna,
Pureza de água cristalina,
A serenidade de uma donzela enfeitiçada,
Fazes parte de mim e da minha caminhada.
Victor Marques
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
When a man meets a woman
there's some kind of spark
No time to lose, seize that chance
When a woman meets a man
There's some fire igniting in your very soul
What do you say to your lover?
I love you
Ti amo
Je t'aime
Ich liebe dich
Te Quiero
Jag älskar dig
Time passes for nobody but love itself
That blooming passion just stays there
All alone at a moment's notice
You never know what happens
unless you say
I love you
Ti amo
Je t'aime
Ich liebe dich
Te Quiero
Jag älskar dig
Cash that love check
Time's afleeting and you don't know what to say
turn back the clock
cupid's right there by your side waiting for you to
say those magical words
I love you
Ti amo
Je t'aime
Ich liebe dich
Te Quiero
Jag älskar dig
Tender spoken word of love
Just fazes you and takes that breath away
From your velvet lips
You just don't know when that moment passes by
Unless you say it out loud
to your family, your friends, random strangers and your lovers........
I love you
Ti amo
Je t'aime
Ich liebe dich
Te Quiero
Jag älskar dig
I love you
Ti amo
Je t'aime
Ich liebe dich
Te Quiero
Jag älskar dig
I love you..
I love you..
I love you.........
Steven B. Craig 08/05/2009
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
Tuas parcas impressões não me comovem
Irrito-me a cada interrupção gentil que tu fazes e
Devoro a mim mesmo em lúgubre fome,
A lamentar o que de bom poderia ter feito
Se e se
Mas
Às três da tarde
Apodreço numa cadeira áspera
Quase tão fétido quanto a fruta do vômito
Passada do ponto de colheita
Às cinco da tarde
Eu já sou molho estragado
Setenta por cento aglomerado literal de leucócitos degenerados
Pus integral
Ao cair do sol,
Sou um alface hidropônico
Pronto para ser vendido, lavado e comido por ti
Interruptor imbecil.
Voltar-me-ei ao mar
Ao esgoto
Num estado de paz surda
A solidão é um inspirar sufocado
Sufoca
Oxida as ideias
É tortura comodamente induzida
Se hoje fervilho, é sorte
Pura boa-aventurança;
Pois do profundo cócito
Fui e voltei
E cá estou
Inteiro
Longe dos dentes de Deus.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
For so long while the rushing rivers broke through the dams resting below the bridge where we used to share the secrets that flowed out like blood oozing from your aggressive heart
I laid myself in a grave with the dirt covering my body but leaving my mouth to gasp the air that you controlled and seemed to restrict me from living
I've beaten my angry mind, trying relentlessly to compel myself that our memories together are ephemeral
But as often as the sun rises and as accurate as the tides roll up on shore
You are the moon dragging them there, a forcible action corrupting the truth to exist in a fabricated manor, overbearing, inescapable, we shared a time lapse I can no longer deflect from my remembrances
It was you who sent the raven to my window, perched up on the ledge, opening it's beak to formulate the sound that would entail a long and arduous torture of being in love with someone who could hardly provide me with so much as a smile
Instead a laundry list of tears flowed out of the machines, overflowing the surfaces with salty indications of an unhappy relationship
But evasive behaviors were your M/O
A constant recurrence of neglect, I watch the raven fly away leaving the chill breeze to ruffle my hair and scramble my thoughts
How could I breathe with the perpetual exhalation of carbon dioxide collecting within my lungs
The very breath you sent in through your imminent kiss that tore my lips apart?
The broken dam shelters all of the lost love and all of the mutual secrets that fled your lips and right into the ears of hungry souls begging for a reason to shatter me into pieces
Sleepless nights and dreamless awakenings
I cannot house these emotions any longer, but you won't leave, you found the key and the open door never fazes you
Why do I find you resting in my bed and smoking your daily cigarette on my porch?
Your hazardous fumes are encircling my already dazed confusion, filling my lungs with your cancerous habits
My thoughts grow as stale as the ***** I douse myself in, highly flammable, as you hold the lighter
You would much rather see me suffer in the memories than burn me to the ground and relieve my inner pain
You sadist.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, my heart aches for the wounds:\
is it when a matter is in the faults???
the puts of the words and the spits of the secrets
moon I swore the hells to I would never say loud
it's like the repressed in her
in her stashes
her hidden ashes dancing in the rests
fearing of the miss
of the outs of the mists
too much of bliss or not
deprivation an official ****
when my chest aches
blessed with the silence
cursed with those disgusting chaos of a waste
transforms to the addicting
an incredulous taste
menaced to me on her fazes she spills
psychotic on the egos what is this???
drown me in an ocean of misery
won't matter as much of the mockery
------ravenfeels
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
Intrepidly neglected, of my lessened reasoning, I am dissected, of my insurrection, from the blessed beens of yesteryear's glints, dancing, parading, and burning, in layers, stages, and fazes, fading, and melting, the plastic faces into the smelting heap, that has come so far, just to inspire me.
Always.
Always you unto me, spiraling, indefinitely into the deep, where ceased is the times, with bloodied hands, and laugh lines, laughing one last time, while glancing toward my watch, under setting suns, and rising stars, smiling faces, and in tearful goodbyes, i realise
The sky's limitlessness
And in all the glory, and all the bliss, the eloquent stories, and the gentle drifts, my imagination uplifts, in wisps of gentleness, where i submit to reason.
Bless-ed be, the one who garners to my support, from a vortex of euphoric antidotes, of mindless quotes, and animated emotes, pulsed, from straight faces, and lost hope.
Ill tell the truth, you can go with nope, in whispered breaths of gun smoke, lathered in lith-dope.
Just trying to cope with the flow, until i crash upon the shores of nevermore, and, explore these holes in my soul intent, ascending from the contempt of bent perspectives, and twisted concepts, letting the blood of the peasant from my arms of harmony, trembling blankly to sleep.
To you a ***** to me tranquility, as i sink, into the world i knew, so that it may be seen, casing the well being, of all the things, and pixelated dreams, from a thieves keep.
Deep, down, below me, in obscurity, i seep, through the soil of my turmoil, until my hand reaches out, from beyond my doubts, and clambers from the shadows, outside of myself.
I am born, of mud, of muck, of the stuff, you're afraid of, and all i bare is love, love to shrug the shams astray, vacating the placation, and dichotomies, unifying light, into one me, shining in the rainy streets, of my deletion
Until my completion
Completely
Erases me.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
E por hoje dizer-te não é banal
Estive atento e discretamente olhei o teu doce olhar,
Passei noites ao luar, descrevendo as estrelas de bonitas,
Mas bonitas mesmo são tuas pétalas, flor de esplendor!
Tua sensibilidade e visão de mulher, a mim das nas vistas!
A certeza no destino, é como lotaria no caminho,
Onde te encontrei, no meio de tantas eu te vi sozinho!
Há muito tempo mesmo, que teimou em não passar,
Suspirei, me cansei, tirei todas, para agora te inflamar!
Sinto perto o carinho, da pessoa, minha amiga e mulher,
Te chamei e falei ao coração, para te agarrar e poder amar,
És tu hoje, em quem eu pego e petisco, com qualquer colher,
Porque muito ou pouco que nela couber, te saboreio ao petiscar!
És refeição completa para mim, como sangue vivo, ao coração,
Tuas doses tão prudentes de afecto, é outro nível neste patamar,
Orgulho de te cuidar, porque de mim, cuidas tu, como a terra do seu mar!
Se eu hoje respiro vida, ao querer cada hora do dia, desde o levantar,
Devo-te muito a ti e as palavras que escrevo não são hoje fantasias,
Porque cuidas de mim, como terra do seu vazo, da planta, de encantar,
Encanta meu sorriso, pelo teu cuidar, nas coisas que fazes e me dizias!
Não é falso nem é mentira, acredito na realidade que tu me trazes,
Não finjo, não mudo, não acredito que precises tu princesa, de mudar!
Olhei-te do chão, mirei-te, e tu com teu jeito doce, levantas-te meu olhar,
E eu confie-te nos braços tudo, na hora me deitar, pelo que tu me fazes!
A falta de carinho não a sinto hoje, porque a não tenho,
A ti te darei respeito, pela dama e senhora que te achei,
Encontro-te a ti a cada dia, no meu leito, e no meu cardanho!
Porque ele é gíria de tudo aquilo que tenho e em ti encontrei!
Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2013.09.09.02.20
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:24 AM UTC
Being unwanted isn't new to me. Infact I was shocked to find myself on the verge of tears when I found out you don't want nor care about me. I hate what you do to me. I hate that you're my weakness and you don't give a **** I hate that nothing I do fazes you. I hate you.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.
Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.
Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.
Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.
Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.
Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.
Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.
Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.
The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.
Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.
Its lovely here.
Laughing in the lashes.
Signing my entrapment's.
Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.
Sometimes
It just feels right to be alive.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.
Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.
Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.
Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.
Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.
Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.
Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.
Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.
The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.
Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.
Its lovely here.
Laughing in the lashes.
Signing my entrapment's.
Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.
Sometimes
It just feels right to be alive.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Hoje enquanto dormia, sonhei que num jardim vivia,
Ouvia os pássaros, cantar lindas canções, com ternura,
Sentia-se a água da chuva correr sem sua armadura,
As flores eram verdes, como os sonhos, de pura lixivia!
Lavaram-se as vestes, lavaram-se as mãos, enquanto sonhava
Quando acordei pela manha do costume cheia de sonhos,
Percebi que se tinha tornado uma rotina ser feliz e eu amava,
Amava incansavelmente seus olhos, via o coração aos quadradinhos!
Quadros pintados nas paredes de casa cheio de nossas recordações,
Hoje, era senão mais um dia, onde pintava na tela nossas emoções,
Aquilo que começou num passeio descalço junto da lagoa vazia,
Formava agora na parede de casa retractos de uma família que crescia!
Peguei depois na espátula da minha vida, peguei-a de nova na mão,
Olhei-a nos olhos, senti-lhe as formas e apertei-a ali junto ao coração,
Em tempos atrás deixei-te fugir, deixei-te viver e crescer longe de mim,
Mas hoje, e agora, para sempre, te quero ter aqui, até aquilo que é o fim!
Quando à noite me for deitar, só quero acordar para te olhar o rosto,
Porque os sonhos, por mais belos e lindos, mesmo de nos encantar,
Não se comparam sequer a tudo aquilo que tu na vida me fazes amar!
Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2013.08.29.02.17
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
Prece a Deus
Meu Deus, a espiritualidade me faz pensar em ti.
Ser melhor e rezar como intuito simples.
A fé dá razão a quem vive com gratidão,
Amor a Deus e plena comunhão.
Meu Deus do amor eterno e infinito,
Trovão que ressoa teu grito.
Me fazes viver com amor e coração,
De joelhos pedindo com devoção .
Meu Deus perene e consensual,
Único e Universal.
Louvores te damos e te pedimos na oração,
Saúde e pedacinhos de pão.
Cordiais Cumprimentos.
Victor Marques
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 10:34 AM UTC
Diz me quem és tu….
Suave com temperamento tempestivo,
Doce como a noite á rebeldia,
Terna como a luz do dia,
És chama para quem suspiro e vivo.
Insatisfeita com tua beleza,
Fazes o céu ser teu pretendente,
A lua teu amante,
E eu perdido no amor á natureza.
Amas teus pais com laços,
Ao acaso dás e pedes abraços,
Tens sentimentos só teus e muitos ternos,
Te perdes nos serões secos e amenos.
Gestos simples de quem é devota,
Amar a flor que sempre brota,
Quem és tu melodia erudita,
Água pura que purifica…
Victor Marques
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
my skin is splintered,
it's not the wood inside of me.
maybe's are seeping through
my heart holes.
all form is out to play, I'm on
the 19th hole of destruction.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Quando cansado da noite e do singelo dia,
Do uivar do lobo e cantar da cotovia.
Ousar amar, contemplar a luz que nos guia.
Quando alguém te perguntar donde vens,
Deixa de ser tu , de ser ninguém ,
Mas responde com um sorriso de tua MÃE.
Quando a vida te parecer que já não existe,
Quando o alegre anda sempre triste.
E tu fazes perguntas sem nunca ter resposta,
O amor que temos por tudo se desvanece.
Mas alguém te pergunta donde vens,
Caminhas num horizonte que nos exorta.
Responde com o amor de tua Mae ...
E neste mundo em que seres te perguntam com curiosidade,
Diz que alguém pensa e escreve com alma e pluralidade,
Que vive no mundo sem tempo , nem idade,
Mas a sua escrita fica para a posterioridade.
E Se alguém te perguntar donde és e o que tens ,
Responde com o calor e amor de tua Mae .
Victor Marques
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Your calm gentle gaze
Hits me harder and fazes me
More than a laser beam
Can’t those gorgeous eyes
Decipher why I am
Reacting so extreme?
I am holding your head
In my arms as your blood
Begins to slowly stream
The fear in my heart
Will leave a permanent mark
So I start to dream
Although naively, that
Love, not this tragedy
Would be our theme
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
He lives in a world
Of never and always
Even though there is
No such land.
You could explain
All the facts to him
But he would fail to
Grasp them or understand.
It’s all about opinion
And how he feels
And the way he thinks
About what he sees.
Nothing fazes him
Nothing teaches him
And no hint of reality
Brings him to his knees.
He only cares about
What he wants to have
Or what he wants
To make you believe.
He doesn’t love anyone
He hates almost everyone
He only gets upset
But he never grieves.
He looks into the mirror
And only sees himself
Because in his universe
There is nobody else.
You are just something
That is here to be used.
If he badly wants to do it
He is allowed to abuse.
After all, sun and moon
Revolve, rise and set on him.
In his solar system one star shines
Everything else is very dim.
Since he is rich, and can afford it
He keeps paid companions close.
He can stand free thinkers
Only by the miniature dose.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
O Vento que passa por mim leva todo o ar que existe nos meus pulmões. Faz o meu coração parar de tanta tristeza e amargura que carrega, faz com que o meu emocional seja triste e seco.
Sem razão nenhuma para me torturar, o Vento continua a fazê-lo, isto fá-lo feliz. Não lhe dói, mas como me dói a mim, é uma alegria. Acho que já estou habituada a esta dor. Fui destinada a tê-la, e agora, mereço-a.
Oh meu amor, porque me fazes sofrer tanto, meu querido Vento? Que dor infernal sinto eu por culpa tua, seu bicho horrendo que tanto amo.
Por favor, faz com que eu pare de te amar, por favor, por favor. O ar que levas contigo não te chega? Tens que tirar de mim o pouco que falta para me sentir viva e sem remorsos?
Oh meu amor, oh meu querido Vento, meu feio e horrendo bicho que mais odeio por te amar.
Faz com que pare, por favor, por favor.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
O Vento que passa por mim leva todo o ar que existe nos meus pulmões. Faz o meu coração parar de tanta tristeza e amargura que carrega, faz com que o meu emocional seja triste e seco.
Sem razão nenhuma para me torturar, o Vento continua a fazê-lo, isto fá-lo feliz. Não lhe dói, mas como me dói a mim, é uma alegria. Acho que já estou habituada a esta dor. Fui destinada a tê-la, e agora, mereço-a.
Oh meu amor, porque me fazes sofrer tanto, meu querido Vento? Que dor infernal sinto eu por culpa tua, seu bicho horrendo que tanto amo.
Por favor, faz com que eu pare de te amar, por favor, por favor. O ar que levas contigo não te chega? Tens que tirar de mim o pouco que falta para me sentir viva e sem remorsos?
Oh meu amor, oh meu querido Vento, meu feio e horrendo bicho que mais odeio por te amar.
Faz com que pare, por favor, por favor.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
Fim, desdita é tua demora;
Que é amarga, no entanto,
Tua certeza de avigora
Ao século qual pare teu pranto
Fim, conta-me teu segredo;
Que fazes neste mundo alucinado?
Que eras? Trazes-me medo!
Tens fé em um crepúsculo gelado?
Fim, por tua espera, quantas almas emudeceram?
És arcanjo dos gritos irreais!
Quantas mágoas míseras no vazio colheram,
As velas apagadas, as páginas finais?
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
i chew on the shards
of my broken heart
wearing out my enamels
bleeding out my gums
devouring the pain
slitting down my throat
you tower over keenly
i craned my neck beaming
doubtful eyes swept over
discoloured lips
crimson stained teeth
but a smile is flattering
so please don't fret
you can trust me
i am fine i am okay
the pain no longer fazes me
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
I can't tell if we are friends,
I can't tell if we are more.
You hold my hand and walk me home.
You don't hug or kiss me goodnight.
the hours build up to a crescendo
Where am with you.
I long to be with you more.
You text me goodnight,
And it stretches out to hours.
Where none wants to let go.
I study you when you're not looking.
Does he secretly want more?
Should i cross the threshold?
But you go on taking midnight walks with me,
And talking into the wee hours.
You keep your distance,
Nothing fazes you.
You asked me today,
What i wanted in a guy.
Am still rewriting that.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
Momento efémero
Ondas de oiro
Suave no toque
Leveza insustentável
Quimera
Noite
Sangue de veludo
Ocultas-te
Para te poderes encontrar
E fazes de um não o valor da vida
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Bebe os segredos proibídos dos meus lábios
Como se de uma confissão se tratasse
Arruína-me esta vontade inquieta
Destrói-me este desejo de ser livre
E concretiza a vontade de pertencer
Perdoa-me qualquer avanço suave e brusco
Não tenciono deixar-te ir no sentido contrário
Sorri cada vez que este vermelho surge no meu rosto
É a consequência deste sentimento que me provocas
Tu fazes para me relembrar quão bom é ter-te aqui
Porque apesar de os sonhos que me inquetam durante a noite
Serem os mais puros desejos concretizados fantasiosamente
Não passam disso, fantasias inconcretizadas
Há espera de serem materializadas
Exigo levemente mas afintadamente que não partirás sem mim
Ajuda esta mente inquieta a suavizar estes incontrolos
Completamente ansiosos cansados de ansiar por mais
Incontrolos inteiramente controlados pelo consciente
Com o inconsciente gritando para se descontrolarem
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Through the eye of the needle where necessity lies
and the horizon's a point somewhere off,
someone dies.
On the grains where the sand shifts the mountains away, where the land ***** crab sideways to gather their prey or the fields where the crops dust off MDMA,
I drop,
intellect fades
the night fazes in on sharpened steel blades.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC