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The hardest things, in life, to handle
are exactly the ones on which
the mind and the heart can't get along...
And the hardest part is the choice we must make:
Is heart more important than mind? ...
Dreams speak to us of wonder,
of worlds you can only ponder,
in an inconceivable distant realm,
which will your senses overwhelm.
When conscious thought subsides, ...
The sky turned black with arrows,
bombs fell like meteor showers.
The evil will rise from the shadows
with the dying breath of the old powers.
In times of murderous madness and chaos ...
Blind me with flowers and sweets
Make me feel like I'm something special
Red roses and fake smiles
But I feel like I'm someone better
Wounds won't stop healing, but I'm okay ...
I'll paint my pain with meaningless words and phrases
I'll set free these doubted wishes
To be set loose one day, to roam this beautiful world
Where pain can be forgiven and happiness not taken away
In this endless road, one thing is that I want ...
I went out this morning,
forgot all the mess and the noise in…
And I thought to myself
You have the sun in your pocket.
At this point you have it.(2)
every grain of sand
is secretly
a polyhedron
that despises science
like every grain of joy ...
All of us are storytellers,
whether to ourselves or our fellows.
Narratives we live and breathe,
some to reveal, some to deceive.
As Shakespeare once wisely said, ...
The memories that I had ever,
now belong to someone else.
In the summer I'm cold. In the winter-tender:
an empty mask, instead of face.
There's no way to break my bones, ...
Music is a phantom and a muse,
it can frighten or amuse.
Music is an illusion so real
you can't help but feel.
It moves you in intricate ways, ...
slowly going crazy
twisted and burnt
two different faces
one charcoal soul
sizzling and blazing ...
flying now erratic circles
I'm the moth who didn't flee
glutinous tongue of careless wind
caught me in a single lick
pulling inexorably into the opening ...
I will tell you a story –
one you’ve heard a thousand times
of loss and pain and glory,
of a myriad of heinous crimes.
All the mythology of ages past. ...
I am not like other men.
I’ve no wish to pretend
to be what women like..
I am on a love strike!
For love is lies and dust ...
poetry has rhythm, it has heart
but only when the writer does his part
emotions flow and emotions go
in the unconscious down below
thought is left so far behind ...
Everyday I'm wondering how
to show you how much I care.
Everyday I search for a way
how to keep you safe.
Because you don't see ...
You make me lose my mind
With your sweet voice
For the others I'm blind
You were my choice
I wanna hold you tight ...
patterns in patterns
emotional chatters
none of it matters
as the mind scatters
instinctive desires ...
Lonely and desperate me
I'm not intending to be
Facing to all of your tasks
Each one of you I should ask
I cannot give explanations ...
Children`s happiness
Torn by the wind!
Motley motionless kite...
In the clutches of uncertain world,
With tears shedding from your lids,
In ages humans bow to gold,
Sleep well you little kids!
Perhaps you didn't reach the coast, ...
Thou lips bring poison and delight.
Thou eyes are brighter than the night.
I can stay to hold your hand.
Until we die, burn crimson, dear.
Thou catch is all I needed of; ...
It was an autumn: like many autumn days,
when I met you roaming through the woods.
It was cold and rainy autumn day,
but to run back at home...
I refused. ...
Don't promise me the Well,
don't promise me the stars.
I don't need of nothing more than
to be with you, while the world collapses.
I drown in your lies and complains,
no more want to see your face.
It's impossible to try to break me,
when already made a space.
The debris are now cliffs and stones, ...
'Hush, hush, sweetie!
Mama's there for you...'
Whispered the woman
to her beloved son.
'Sleep, sleep, sweetie! ...
Calm down little child;
take a breath and look at me:
nothing is impossible!
The first lesson is always difficult.
Step by step, you'll rearn to skate, ...
One month no fighting,
One month of silence,
My head goes louder,
I'm loosing guidance.
I remember,
when we were friends
A long time ago
in the past.
We laughed, we cried. ...
Like a reflection in the mirror,
which was forgotten and broken.
Like a song, without lyrics,
I'm gazing through the snow.
And the rimes upon me. ...
Today I left you, because I couldn't
Build everytime the life you ruined.
Today I left and sworn no come back;
It cost too much to keep my heart from running...
You never changed, even when ...
If you were the man I loved,
Should it meant a thing;
Would you be the one to know me
and appear in my dreams?
Would you be the man I love, ...
The perfect time for walking is when the night comes down,
when there's no sunlight, shining on your way;
the beautiful is when, though except a harm,
you just enjoying that alone now outside stay...
When I closed my eyes,
I could see you again
And asked:
'How are you?'
But your eyes just stared ...
How nice is a person to be lonely-
all alone against the evils of the world;
from the shackles of the burden to be free... alone to write his dreaming destiny!
How nice is a person to feel sorrow,
to losing something or just part of himself; but it's a part of his temporary life, ...
Here I am, alone and haunted;
Begging for forgiveness, lonely.
Being different, I cannot promise,
Not even you can stop the torment.
I am The Hunter and I am The Sin. ...
Whenever I think of us, what becomes of my mind
Is a mess which I cannot trust; I am suddenly blind.
Every day I just grind, and surely I’m not the first,
But even working, I find, time to think about her.
When she’s here, time’s a blur, moving in a straight line. ...
And all the wars
those eyes of yours
have started,
and all the gore
blown open in the hearts ...
To watch you fade
was the worst,
that I've been ever forced.
When gone away
it broke my soul, ...
And now I sitting on the rock,
while watch the cyan sea;
and asking where my hope had lost,
where lost the chance to live.
The fire cackling evil at my scars- ...
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