sábado, 30 de septiembre de 2017

I know you know


Did you remember me?
Back from the devil's island time.
I noticed oceans carrying lies
using the words I can't forgive.


I know you know.
I know time drifted on its own,
finding no reason to carry on.

lunes, 25 de septiembre de 2017

Columbine

It dies within me before it's born.
This hypnotizing columbine
reveals its shine in front of me,
and grows in the garden of my heart.


Will I ever watch it... rise?
I can feel diamonds in the sky
just freezed and brightful.
They stare impassive at my downfall.


But the fire's gone,
the dream is on.
And the more that I want it,
the more that it grows.

miércoles, 9 de agosto de 2017

Today

The less I know the more I grow.
I have escaped from happy thoughts,
hence today I face the nothing.
The knife I hold will find no skin.
The gun I load will find no bone.
Today I miss my earliest dreamings,
the sight of innocence unknown.


Can't meet your eyes never again
cos' they reflect so much of me.


Still today I don't forget dark reveries.

miércoles, 12 de julio de 2017

Monster II

I've built a dream house full of light upon the ashes of this war of mine. I've let it grow fast in my mind. The spring reveals my lonely soul in its abnormal entirety. And there's no way I will escape from all the memories undying.
The gaze of terror ran in pursuit after me, caught me at full moon and killed me by dawn. And now this monster grows healthy and pure in the roots of my heart.

Don't even bother asking, I'm not okay.
Someday I'll face my demons, but not today.

lunes, 1 de mayo de 2017

Monster I

I watched desperately how autumn leaves kept falling around me, through endless days of miserable darkness. No giving up, no closure. The dirty rain found so many ways to get lost into the woods, but not a single colour was found that day. And it's always been this way. I felt the scream growing inside me like a devouring monster, restless, tireless. It wouldn't go away. Not in this cage I'd built for it, closed with a lost key.

I've stopped counting the tears I manage to contain. I've cried no more ever since.

martes, 25 de abril de 2017

Bury me

When my memories remain no more
bury me with all that you've got.
Clean all the wounds that I have let grow
and drink all the blood that is poured on the floor.

Carry me to the end of this vanity
while you find your way back home,
just forgive me for the battles that I lost.


sábado, 15 de abril de 2017

Who the fuck cares

Night's not my thing.
Tonight I've borrowed some falsity
to behave like someone I'm not.
I've tried another time to be the one
I would like to be.

But reality comes crashing once again,
as I'm no one.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of this normality,
as I don't feel like I belong to it.

I've ran away one more time
from those I want to be with.
Who do I go to, where do I call.

Just hang my feelings,
cos' I don't want to have them anymore.
Is this a poem, is this a letter.
Who the fuck cares.