Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Punching Dagger

You won`t want to feel love

I can play my head this time,

But I swear, Oh! I promess

That I won`t screw it up,

No again, no this time, no forever.


You`ve got your baby, don`t you?

I `ve got my unreachable love, I do

So, I won`t do it this time,

I won`t screw it all up.


No lies would do it,

I`ve already try,

Everything crazy and out of mind,

I`ve already done.


Keep your head out if you can

This game would take you down,

Would take out your inside

And make it a shit

Would turn it to love.


Oh! Please, do me a favour

And keep your head out,

You won`t want to feel love,

It will take you so low down.

(victoria G.)

Monday, 21 September 2009

For...Ever?


Heading Towards Eterity


I Stroll,
I Stroll Through A Neverendeing Path.
I Share This Moment With My Secrets,
My Inner Me,
My Dark Silhuette.

I Straighten My Back And Neck,
Look Up, Noticeing There Is No Moon
On The Dark, Cold, Cloth.
Just Pale Companions,
Staring Back.

I Stroll,
I Stroll Expecting No End.
I Count My Paces.
1,2,3... It Never Ends.

I Stop, Catching A Breath.
I Stand.
I Chin-Up.
I Gain Strenth And Bravery,

Refusing To Play Childish Mind Games.
I Look Forward,
There Is No Horizon Waiting.
I Look Back,
I See Feer And Eternity.

I Run,
I Run In Search Of A Glimpse Of Hope,
I Run Thruogh A Neverending Path.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

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)

Monday, 31 August 2009

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.

.........................................

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.

.............................................

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.

..................................................

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

.......................................................

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.

Friday, 28 August 2009

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.

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

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.