I feel like having lost a sweet dream
And a nice thought to play with
Just another arrogant bastard he proved to be
Just a bad patchwork of cliches
Hidden under a thin cape of
short-range intelligence and imperfect beauty.
Curiosity kills the cat,
Oh why and why on earth can't I just stop
Before spoiling pleasant memories?
Mostly poetry, mostly of my own.
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Thursday, June 22, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Summer Blues
The sun is shining like crazy
The heat is getting on my nerves
Everything I touch feels sticky
I need some fresh air to organize my feelings
Guide me to the sea side, love
Let me die in your arms of waves
And be born again from an oyster shell
Calm my anxiousness down, help me grow
So I can survive the time when you will be far away...
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Twisting the knife (2)
I decided to put an end to this
Forget about all that pain you caused
And all the confusion it brings
I finally realized that continuing that way
Wouldn't get me neither revenge nor relief
Because seeing you again was
twisting the knife...
It was all nice and sweet
When you were out-of-reach like a star
Like the wind that caressed my hair
But impossible to touch or hold
Like the view of the sun going down
Painfully beautiful but just to be watched
So trying to feel you was
twisting the knife...
A kiss was taking the knife away
Holding your hand made me forget
That the left wound was bleeding all over
And the next day I was already too exhausted
To be able to think or reason
So I asked the dagger back
But now that my mind is pretty clear
I realize that my heart is already healed
And talking to you again would be
twisting the knife...
One of those men you are,
"Stay Away" written all over your presence
With big bold letters
But your beauty blurred it all
Made me act irresponsible, stupid
The story ends here, no more words to write
Anyway, thinking what would happen if... is
twisting the knife...
Forget about all that pain you caused
And all the confusion it brings
I finally realized that continuing that way
Wouldn't get me neither revenge nor relief
Because seeing you again was
twisting the knife...
It was all nice and sweet
When you were out-of-reach like a star
Like the wind that caressed my hair
But impossible to touch or hold
Like the view of the sun going down
Painfully beautiful but just to be watched
So trying to feel you was
twisting the knife...
A kiss was taking the knife away
Holding your hand made me forget
That the left wound was bleeding all over
And the next day I was already too exhausted
To be able to think or reason
So I asked the dagger back
But now that my mind is pretty clear
I realize that my heart is already healed
And talking to you again would be
twisting the knife...
One of those men you are,
"Stay Away" written all over your presence
With big bold letters
But your beauty blurred it all
Made me act irresponsible, stupid
The story ends here, no more words to write
Anyway, thinking what would happen if... is
twisting the knife...
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