This is supposed to be my virtual refuge, where my words may have some rest :D but my real purpose here is to get some criticism on my poems (that have no specific style) and discuss perspectives about our lives as individuals and as society. I welcome all the critics by which my writing skills may become better or wilder..so feel free to 'fuel' my thoughts :)
Friday, May 23, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Jail
Books..I
got a whole bunch of them
Teachers..with
all sorts of degrees
Life..I’m
alive alright, I think
I eat, I
sleep, I try to help..I pray
I got a
mind, sane..I believe
A complete
body, a nice family and a comfortable house
I got some
problems in studies
Survived a
harsh 5 years of them
I’ve been told
that this life is about ‘survive’
But can’t I
have some time to breathe right?
Why does
this reality have to be so suffocating?
Burn..burn
it all to ashes you clay worshipers!
Take
it..claim it all you double faces!
Just,
please, keep me away from all your dirty schemes
I can do
you no good..God! I don’t even talk your language!
I just want
sometime to breathe right..
I just need
a place to breathe right..
Monday, December 30, 2013
Untitled n°1
The Dragon came from the red hot skie and burned our village
We ran towards the mountain to seek a safe refuge
I looked back at the burned houses of our beloved village
What was heaven to us is now nothing more than dust and wrackage
She called me on the heights «we need to go now!»
I looked at her than at the blazing fires «but I have made my vow»
There is the fire of evil and here's the sword
Here I stand and there reigns the Dragon
We ran towards the mountain to seek a safe refuge
I looked back at the burned houses of our beloved village
What was heaven to us is now nothing more than dust and wrackage
She called me on the heights «we need to go now!»
I looked at her than at the blazing fires «but I have made my vow»
There is the fire of evil and here's the sword
Here I stand and there reigns the Dragon
Friday, November 29, 2013
Breaking up?
I hate you words!
I hate you poems! What's the point of writing you?! For real! Proove your worthiness, damned! Speak of what I truly feel! I really wish we never met God! I so curse the day this writing process had been set! What is this place you've led me to? A foreigner in my own world..how could this be true?! Sometimes you light up my loneliness like joyfully colored fireflies Then at a blink of an eye, you'll leave my universe hollow with sad dark skies Tricky shape shifters! What are you? Salvation or delusions? Poems, o poems! You revealed my secrets and dumped me unto the mysterious..
I hate you poems! What's the point of writing you?! For real! Proove your worthiness, damned! Speak of what I truly feel! I really wish we never met God! I so curse the day this writing process had been set! What is this place you've led me to? A foreigner in my own world..how could this be true?! Sometimes you light up my loneliness like joyfully colored fireflies Then at a blink of an eye, you'll leave my universe hollow with sad dark skies Tricky shape shifters! What are you? Salvation or delusions? Poems, o poems! You revealed my secrets and dumped me unto the mysterious..
Monday, November 11, 2013
A messsage to the heart
Dear dear heart, stay away for a while
I don't mean to expel you..just cleaning up your file
Please don't try think..that's the work of the mind
Under my circumstances, I no more want to be blind
To you everything is easy, yet you always complain
Sure life is a beauty; but beauty takes and never gives back your blood..
I don't mean to expel you..just cleaning up your file
Please don't try think..that's the work of the mind
Under my circumstances, I no more want to be blind
To you everything is easy, yet you always complain
Sure life is a beauty; but beauty takes and never gives back your blood..
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Battle scars
Wars of life come upon you like raging waves
They leave big scars on your soul's skin
It'll hurt you deeper and deeper no matter how good is your sword's swing
Blood has got to be spilled..life's a vicious a spin
You think you got used to the pain..when it is dark you try to sing
In life's religion; telling the truth is blasphemy and your patience is an unforgivable sin
Yeah..I've been such a hell of a blasphemer in this life
I can do nothing about it..my mother breast feeded me the milk of strife
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Pulsar
Been here for too long..this hell hole Lost souls, violent screams and vicious howls Awaiting for the perfect moon to rise Call of the black wolf is rising inside Know my habits..know my secrets; you won't know me Death I wished for long..it had become somekind of a luxury Again, the spirit of the black wolf haunts my dreams Rampage of life have taken the best of me..raged my sea of possibilities Know that black wolf, maybe you'll know me..then find me on the dark star's beam
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