InternetWe would talk face to face;
Not screen to screen.
But still you bring us together;
Joined are the nations across the seas.
We would read books,
Hear the voice of one
But still you are the bringer of free speech;
We hear the voices of many.
We have many faults,
You may be one.
But still and for now,
you are the people,
and the people you.
To DoI've a never ending list,
of things I should probably do.
The question is do I want to;
The answer probably not
The InnocentAll is not lost.
They can be saved.
Their hearts, so pure;
Their minds, so free.
No one will touch them;
They will learn for themselves.
Hidden YouYou hide behind your logic
We must read between those lines,
To define you is impossible
As you don't show.
You follow how you should be,
Not as you wish.
Your views are stolen
Taken from a higher source,
You are not your own,
You only think,
Your maturity grows sweet
From the childhood you never had,
You are beginning to unravel,
Your world, crashing
Falling off the frail truths you told,
You will one day learn
Can't BreathYou put so much weight on my shoulders,
You expect me to carry it everywhere, to be strong enough.
You yell, you scream, you curse and throw things.
And then you're shocked when I break down in front of you.
When I collapse to my knees, sobbing so hard I can't breath.
You make it so that I can't breath.
It's suffocating, it really is, and then you have the gull to be shocked when I tell you how I feel.
It's like you don't even care.
Oh wait, now I remember, you don't care.
ForgivingWhen I heard you say those words,
My world became nothing but a blur.
My food was tasteless,
My life aimless.
My heart was cold and like stone,
I was just like a clone.
What was I to do?
To live in pain,
Oh, just what would I gain?
The light was gone,
From dusk to dawn.
But I'm starting to break from these bounds,
My screams for help finally being heard as I'm pounded by the pain.
I am forgiving,
But I won't be forgetting.
was like a nightmare I feel that my world was invade- by strangers who make me feel naked !
I run to the corner and i close my eyes- with hope that this nightmare will pass...
Heavy body ,like is not mine- so hard to arrive to the door...
So heavy ,so tired to lift myself from the floor- ciment my steps...I FEEL LIKE
i'm in" hold"-like someone push me in an old vitrine and i'm for sold...
Poema em frasco A poesia
aquecido à tem
peratura de 36 graus.
A face de tal frasco não
traz nenhuma recomenda
ção que não seja a imodera
ção e a necessidade da em
briaguez contínua que acar
reta alucinações e um olhar
inquieto para a excelência
da humanidade. A essência
All are looking after her...the way she walk, like a feline, so much charm,
And so much magic...
BUT the sad part , her life in so many ways ,so many years,
Was so tragic...
To tell you HER story is like to write a milion page of tears that
Day and nights, this magic woman - fill her years.
She never slept- no day ,