Remembering...A life once lived,A self forgotten.How did it end?To become what I am,I had to die.To fall.To pretend.To walk a path,Just going through the motions.Smiles and laughter,None of it real.If life is a stage,I have learned to play my part,Every line is memorized.“I’m fine.” “Good.”“No, nothing’s the matter.”And just like an audience,They believe me,Just watching.It goes on, but no one knowsIf there will be an intermission.Or a Second Act.Perhaps,Perhaps it will end, and I can stop:Drop my mask, wipe away the clown’s smileAnd let the blood flow.“Fin!” cry the Fates.I lay down my scriptTo pick up the knife,And at last, I am real.
Twinkle, TwinkleTwinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?Up above our world so high,Wiping all of our tears dry,Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?When his happy days are gone,And he nothing smiles upon,Then you show your inner light,And twinkle, twinkle all the night.Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?As he travels through the dark,How he thanks you for your spark.He could not see the way to go,If your heart did not twinkle so.Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?You catch his heart and hold it tightAnd hold him closely every night.By his side, you will remain,‘Till his smile shines again.Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Do you know what you are?You are the bright and tiny spark,That guides this wanderer through the dark.Though you know not just what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star,Oh, twinkle, twinkle, little star,For HE knows what you are.
SHE... All are looking after her...the way she walk, like a feline, so much charm, And so much magic... BUT the sad part , her life in so many ways ,so many years, Was so tragic... To tell you HER story is like to write a milion page of tears that Day and nights, this magic woman - fill her years. She never slept- no day ,
Poema em frasco A poesia brota viva num frasco profundo e devidamente aquecido à tem peratura de 36 graus. A face de tal frasco não traz nenhuma recomenda ção que não seja a imodera ção e a necessidade da em briaguez contínua que acar reta alucinações e um olhar inquieto para a excelência da humanidade. A essência
was like a nightmare I feel that my world was invade- by strangers who make me feel naked ! I run to the corner and i close my eyes- with hope that this nightmare will pass... Heavy body ,like is not mine- so hard to arrive to the door... So heavy ,so tired to lift myself from the floor- ciment my steps...I FEEL LIKE i'm in" hold"-like someone push me in an old vitrine and i'm for sold...
Untitledi miss ui miss u so muchi need ui need u so muchlike i never needed anythingu are meu are myselfmy sun and my starlightmy naked truthmy cruel truthu hit me hardu hit me in the faceu are the only thing that HIT MEu are but the only oneu are my CITY
close your eyesFly over the grey moon,the stars twinkle, showing off-their gold essences,the dark night finally-calms the emotions of human mind,sleep in peace and let yourself be....and be comfortable at last.
anywayit was like in a dreamall the things i have seenit was like just a scenein a play of the world in greymy life all these yearsthe life of a ghosta ghost in a shellnow afterall ... u r my wonderwallmy "wish u well"it was like in a dreamwhen i was seventeenmy falling starmy "wish u were here"
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