Cinzas...
É só o que resta
Ardeu, consumiu-se
E reduziu-se a pó
Morreu num rasto negro
De fumaça hedionda,
Que nem se inflamou
Capaz de dar lume.
Nem luz,
Nem força,
Nem esperança
Deu esta orquestra
Fúnebre e
Arrítmica
À qual outrora
Inglória
Chamaram coração
give me a moment to breathe
a moment to dream
a moment to remember
a moment to burn
and be born again
a moment to sleep
a moment to vanish
to peacefully sail off
somewhere beyond the sea
to where even happy dreams...
go to die...
give me a break
from the relentless torment of my soul
I plead, as a sacrifice
I’ll give you my blood,
I’ll give you my head
I’ll give you my life
but please, give me a break
give back my heart,
entrapped in between your fiendish fingers
o monstrous beast
devouring the essence of my soul
and leaving me barely alive
I implore, o Love, give me a break
A light flutter they say...
Like butterflies in your stomach.
I personally feel like the pairing of:
my lunch wanting to come back out and fainting at the same time.
And I don't know what butterflies taste like,
but if it's anything like this experience, I'll have a serving please.
They say a nice cup of tea can calm my nerves but the tea cup keeps spilling in my unsteady hand.
They say to be myself and I'll be fine but I keep thinking:
Who could care for a flustered mess like this?
I feel like running off somewhere like Thumbellina who flew away on a raven's back.
And let myself soar among all those butterflies that still want to escap
lembro 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 el
Dá 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 d
Quero 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 s
If 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 lef
The 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 lik
Through The Looking Glass by Blue-Iris, literature
Literature
Through The Looking Glass
I 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 th