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Ser so um fantasmalembro me de querer que me desses a mão,
de achar que a nossa conexão era de verdade,
mas era tudo uma farsa, enquanto te sentias só
enquanto aprendias a vencer a covardia da tua vontade.
agora, quando me abraças,
sinto que fazes a vontade a uma criança birrenta,
com toda a paciência e frieza que possuis
enquanto não podes voltar a sonhar com ela.
tudo o que te dei fica reduzido a pó quando ela te atira migalhas.
e agora quando largas a minha mão, sinto-a suja
como que conspurcada pela indiferença que te inspiro.
agora que já tens a força das tuas acções insinuadas
que ela recebe por carência e solidão também.
não percebem o quanto os vossos sorrisos me ferem,
têm dentes como punhais.
e que cada palavra proferida para me apaziguar
me dá a volta ao estômago,
como uma comida podre que se me obrigam a comer.
não me tortures mais.
rogo que não repitas que me agradeces
Da me a tua maoDá me a tua mão,
Deixa-me pô-la na minha face,
Sentes este calor?
É o que sinto por ti.
Deixa me pousá-la no meu peito.
Sentes esta batida descontrolada?
É o efeito que tens em mim.
Deixa-me levar te dentro de mim
para lá das máscaras e dos sorrisos sociais.
Sente o tremer dos meus joelhos
quando te aproximas de mim,
o arrepio a percorrer-me a espinha
quando me falas ao ouvido,
as borboletas no meu estômago,
quando me olhas no fundo dos olhos
e o nó na minha garganta
quando quero expressar o quanto te quero.
Dá me a tua mão,
deixa-me pô-la na minha,
e entrelaçar os teus dedos com os meus
no silêncio, no escuro, num lugar só nosso.
Sentes esta força?
É o laço inexplicável que me une a ti.
QueroQuero abraço, calor, carinho, amasso.
um fôlego quente na minha nuca,
deitar na relva com a sombra de uma cara por cima da minha.
Quero paixão, daquela que me deixa com os joelhos a tremer,
quero prazer de uma carícia nos meus recantos mais escondidos
quero não ter de explicar o quanto gosto que me mexam aqui,
mesmo aqui no fundo das costas.
Quero lamber dedos com malícia
e olhar sugestivamente por cima dos meus óculos.
Quero sentir uma mão na minha face durante um beijo
com língua, e mordidelas no lábio e arrepios na espinha.
Quero me entregar no abandono de uma noite de sexo escaldante
que se transforma em mais uma queca matinal ainda rouca da noite anterior
antes de ir trabalhar de directa com o meu corpo ainda a pulsar de deleite
e quero tentar não corar e rir qual adolescente quando me lembrar de tudo à frente de pessoas
e suspirar por mais, e aiar sem que ninguém saiba por quem.
If you'd let meIf you’d let me, I would swim in the black sea of your hair…
engulfed by the sweetness of your smell,
with the air of you everywhere like seaweeds surrounding me.
I would drown in the darkness of your eyes
and not care if there was no way back from this bottomless well
of wisdom and compassion.
Please I beg of you, look at me once more.
Like that first time…
That way, like you could have saved my soul.
Like I am one worth saving.
If you’d let me, like your quiet little cat,
I would curl into a little ball of person on your lap.
and purr appreciative of your warmth and caresses
just like there was a little humanity left inside me
lighting up when I’m around you.
Please, I beg of you, embrace me once more.
Like that first time…
That way, like you could keep my life from draining
Like I am one worth living.
Midsummer Night's DreamThe sun sets on my heart, I can see a faint glow coming from the hills.
I want to leave my closed up room.
roam around in the night to go after that faint light
it looks so quiet and constant no bright flashes, no neons, just a guiding light in the darkness
a milky way rising on the horizon. leading my eyes to the stars.
without realizing it I feel my feet in the water,
In this pond in the dark I see your light like a star shining down on me.
are you looking for me in the dark too?
or am I the only one trying to reach the other side?
I grasp with my hand as far as I can to try and catch your light
And I wake up with a sun beam on my face like you were never there.
Like darkness never existed at all.
And the memory of your light fades
so I won’’t miss you in the sunlight.
Through The Looking GlassI just wanted to follow you through the looking glass,
and see what was on the other side...
I wished so hard you’d take me down that rabbit hole with you,
but you never invited me in for tea...
so by myself, I just kept dreaming about it,
I kept imagining it, to save my life.
To give me something to wake up for every morning.
Expectations of a very merry unbirthday of sorts,
and all of our “maybe-nothings”, “certainly-not-somethings”,
pulled me back to life.
Picturing myself on the other side of the mirror,
in that make believe world, just kept me alive.
The hard part was waking up by the river bank,
figuring that all this was but a dream
and having no one to share it with.
Because that loving, caring, version of you,
had stayed on the other side of this mirror I now sat in font of,
watching the sparkle of pearly tears falling ever so slowly into the abyss of my chest.
Preciso do cheiro da tua peleNão fales, não olhes para mim...
Aliás, fecha os olhos
Dá me só dois segundos! enquanto eu sinto o teu respirar ofegante
no meu lábio húmido.
Deixa-me passar a mão pela tua barba por fazer
Enquanto a outra vagueia entre o teu peito e os teus ombros.
Não tenho coragem...
Sinto o teu corpo estremecer quando hesitante suspiro no teu pescoço
perto da tua orelha...
Abres os olhos, traído,
pegas na minha mão, como quem se defende de um estalo.
e afastas o teu corpo do meu
Quero dizer algo engraçado, para esconder o meu embaraço,
mas as minhas faces ruborizam-se
e os meus olhos se enchem de lagrimas
antes mesmo que o som saia da minha boca entreaberta.
Fitas-me, encaras-me nos olhos, incrédulo, num segundo que dura horas.
Quero morrer de vergonha e a todo o custo procuro a minha cara impassível e estóica.
Mas as pernas querem ceder-se-me debaixo desta sens
Dark HorseIt didn't even feel like falling.
The air around us was so light.
Might as well have been dying.
Gravity suddenly reversing.
While in my head I took flight.
Charming doesn't quite describe it.
Wilting? Old-fashioned? maybe fusty.
With no need for a friend like me.
You just catered to your hollow.
I made you out to be this dark horse.
Expecting the unexpected from you.
'cause between us I felt this intense force.
Except in my heart deep down I knew,
You were no knight in shining armor.
Now you've dropped it on the floor.
But once given, no takebacks, no encores,
A broken heart won't grow back, there's no cure.
Although with smiles I proceed and pretend
Some things, alas! You cannot mend.
Blue RoomI, I sleep in your bed
but now it don't feel the same
for you, was it just pretend?
were we always only friends?
In your blue room
he, he came into your life
I helped him tell you something nice
you knew he was quite the catch
even I thought he was a match
in your blue room
but the softness of your skin, I can still remember
the sweet smell of your head just under the covers.
You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone
and I, I sleep in your bed
but it don't feel the same
You, after all the times we shared
still belong to another man
in your blue room
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
You AreI am the moon,
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
Locks of LoveI haven't cut my hair
Since just before
I walked across the stage
Sixteen months ago.
I grew it out
Because, last summer, you loved
To run your fingers
Through its coppery threads.
That always made me feel
When you left for school again in August,
I couldn't bring myself
To get a haircut.
What if you came back,
And this time, my heart was ready for you?
Mid-semester, you told me that,
While you and your friends
Built your school's bonfire,
It was customary
That no one cut his hair
Or even shaved
Until the structure was finished.
I don't think I told you
That I let mine continue to grow
In your honor, except
I didn't cut it on Burn Day.
When we kissed on Christmas Eve,
You weaved your fingers
Through my silken locks
And made me feel beautiful once more.
I still didn't cut my hair,
Even after you left in March,
Save for the split ends
I trimmed in May,
Hoping to eradicate negative energy
But not wanting to let go of you.
Now it's September.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
E quando chegaste, ainda à distância, sorriste, e o tempo parou.
Olhaste me no fundo dos olhos e deixaste me com arrepios na espinha...
Sem nunca perceberes que tinhas estado no meu coração esta eternidade,
que ele acelerou quando te deixaste abraçar.
E que quase parou quando foste embora
sem me dares a esperança de te poder voltar a ver.
Tinhas tido um dia, uma semana, um mês, um semestre louco,
E ainda me perguntaste com tanta paciência como estava a minha vida louca.
Ouviste me falar e desconversar o tempo todo
Sem nunca desconfiares de que o que eu queria era comunicar contigo sem palavras
e que ansiava pelo toque da tua pele, como o deserto por água,
e pelo sopro do teu fôlego ao meu ouvido como a canção mais doce da noite.
Por mais que sempre me tenhas pedido para te contar o que sinto e o que vivo,
Ainda não estás preparado para me ouvires falar do como me fazes sen
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