Going back to back

Simple?

The simplest things can be the very complex ones.

That doesn't mean the complex thing are simple.

This poem for one,

Looks simple,

That doesn't mean you should understand it.

Yet another feeling to be heard...

Come back

She made me laugh when tears came out of my eyes,

She made me strong when i was afraid of the dark,

She knew what I couldn't deny,

She made me feel I couldn't go back.

She was the shadow of my frame,

Always trying to overprotect myself,

and when she found me under the rain

She wouldn't cover herself.

if I could simply press rewind

And turn the whole thing upside down.

If I could have just one more hug

And just return to town.

'Mom, I wouldn't miss you so much,

'Cause having you by my side

Would turn things right.

I wouldn't be embarressed, I wouldn't hide'

(Sabrina M.V)

Going and going

Little yellow spider

OH! You creepy old memory
inside me.
Terribly destroyed and forgotten
by years.
But don't misunderstand my tears.
I've been a wiser man
since then.
A better lover,
a better brother.
I would kill myself if I forget you,
or all your lessons.
Remember I thought you mean,
but all the things I know,
I owe them to the most omniscient king.
And don't bother,
to write me
father.

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Tale of a Dead Living

OH! How charm and beautiful,
death sometimes seems.
All the unknown,
the dark, waiting to be discover.
It is like turning on a light,
and see,
a crystal bright palace above you.
OH! How I love being mortal,
knowing I'm able to die,
knowing that,
this brown eyes soon will not see.
But, later after,
I will see myself, looking up,
that great crystal palace above me.
OH! How lovely and terrible
is to be dead!
But not yet.

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Carpe Diem

Kiss me now,
that you have time.
Love me now,
because soon it will be late.
Make me laugh,
and you will see my very last smile.
Hurt me,
because tomorrow the pain will be gone.
Stay with me right now,
because tomorrow you will be alone.
Make me cry,
because later you cannot try.
But tomorrow, remember me,
with no sorrow,
and look up,
and in the sky,
you will see my smile.

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It's not my originality that
makes me a quite good writer,
it's my feelings.

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Death is so obvious for the ones
that do not fear her.
Just think of death as a very old friend,
that needs you to join her to a trip
through the eternity.

Tell me a story...

Story from a Rebel.

There are no elder of young,

just wise callow.

There are no teachers or students,

just human beings and their mistakes.

There are no parents or sons,

just a book of lessons still to be opened.

There is an entire life to discover,

one which you are not told in manuals and school books,

one life yet to be told.

Told by the very same person who broke the manual and

bend the rules,

told by the rebel of our youth.

Ajam...

Your Turn

A way to escape reality, even if it's just for a second.

a getaway pen.

A pen leaded by something so powerful and rebeluios

it will overcome every obstacle it come in its way.

A pen gided by creativity.

Creativity from anyone who is not afraid to speak his mind,

how is not afraid of others peoples opinions,

anyone who is truely free from the claws of society,

anyone wise.

Reading, thing i love.

Ticket to eternity

And you.
The one who didn't
laugh of my pain.
The one who I remember most
in my last day.
The one who stay by my side
after I have died.
Lets smile together,
and please...
Stay with me forever.


To my friends,
to my brothers.

Hope Not.

Oh, No.

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I Cant' Go On Man,

I Just Can't.

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I Can't Go On.

I Can't Go On.

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Not Like This,

I Just Can't.

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I Cant' Go On.

I Can't Go On.

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I'm Tierd Of Living Like This,

I Just Can't .

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I Can't Go On.

I Can't Go On.

I Can't.

I Can't.

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BANG!