Masochistics

He never learned to love She never knew when to leave They both dare to deceive They enjoyed the pleasure of being in pain… Above all Advertisements

Creatures

This silly creatures of the night They’ve stabbed me back to life They hated my dreams and that’s why the couldn’t resist? Silly creatures of the night, knocking off my precious silence Are they acting at hell’s guidance? There used to be a delightful blackness All that is left is a repulsive enlightenment Silly creatures,…

Eraser

A defective creature with no face Tortuous mind, troubled thoughts You may think I’m been cruel But you will hate his words too A faceless monster with a charming voice For the mellow trying to conquer He is there, lost on the forbidden poetry Finding the lines that could hide his defective physiognomy Hollow voices…

Little madnesses

Little lifeless creatures playing within my mind Funny looking monsters born from the terrible seed They toy around with my emotions The joke is on them, I have no illusions Boneless freaks feeding on a sick heart Little they care if I die they came here to hang around Dark drop from a blinded eye…

The uninspired

Is it true? Does the poet died over his typewriter? Was his poem any good? Good enough for me to steal it and make a living out of it? Oh, look at this! No widow, no lover, family or children. This an opportunity right? I mean, he is dead, he doesn’t need a poem! And…

Black guitar

The black guitar, she can’t produce a sound Mute notes of a melancholic memory Chords of a ruined past It was built with rising anger from hell Painted with tears of pain Stringed with damned chains The black guitar, a cloudy past She conqueror many souls Without making a sound It was played by great…

The bending of light

A million years away Thru night and day she traveled Glorious wisdom, timeless epiphany An illusion of delicacy She is lying beneath her eyes Making her spirit shine On every single smile, she rises From the distance to the eternity She may fade, she may dim But she is never going away She will give…

The man

There was a man waiting by his desk He was seated on an old chair He spoke no word to me nor I to him His eyes were still and cold like iron He was there looking at me He had the same jacket as I did Later I found he had the same name…

Forgive them

Forgive them, they don’t know They can’t understand what it is to be okay and wrong at the same time Everyone seems so strong and confident And us, we are falling apart Piece by piece, tear by tear We are not special, on the opposite, we are defective We are formidable, we know the world…

Hold that thought!

My mouth is burning Lacerated by the words I can’t say Poisonous words of despair Burning without fire Fire burning within the embraces of temptation Oceans of pink frustration in motion I can’t hold the tide any more…