Archive for August, 2014

A reflection of who we are now and used to be…

Ontario

You are a married woman
Who serves her husband and all his needs
You are dedicated human
Who works her way and takes care of herself.

The shade on the tip of your hair is shedding
Asking where have you buried the body?
For every children that you are attending
Remember the time that yours dreams used to be a hobby?

You are an adult woman
In her womanhood who loves infinitely
You are strong-driven human
Who burns the tapes recording the curse spoken.

The tip of the dress you wore for wedding
Is asking where have you done with the dolls?
For every starving mouth you’ve been feeding
Remember the time when our dreams made us feel like fools?

I feel like we’ve been stretching this on and on and on
And my friend, dear stranger, it has stopped being fun
A telephone call cut from the cord, castrated by distance
With how many people we’ve slept, keep on the silence!

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The ink inside the pen that I use to write love songs to you seems to be lacking
The air in the tires of the vehicle I use to drive our love seems to need filling
The images of the pages in which our story is drawn doesn’t need any publication
The verbalization of such words, whether be for our silence, begs for a connotation.

In the beaches of the island in my head
I wait by the shore and stare at the sea
In the book of words I should’ve said
I’m hooked by the bait reeling me in.

In the spirit of the events that should have occurred
My songs are like a sirens calling to ship and luring
In the depths of these tunnels our walking goes astray
I’m like a dot in the map fighting the X’s marking.

Witnessing up close that the glass in which we were drowning in then is starting to fill up again
With shackles in our ankles, we’ve been celebrating, while the wine turns into water from rain
If we uncover our masks we wear, we undress our flesh and we would be exposed in our nudity
The system keeps track of the lexes we have spoken and now it uses them for the ransoming.

Mark in bolded golden letters the depiction of those sentences you want highlighted
For at times I’m such a dumb reader, I stumble across boring fonts and skip the pages hastily
Copyright the feelings in your heart, before all of your sentiments are being pirated
Copy and paste all the things you have said before, so this defective short novel will end easily.

Collage

Posted: August 27, 2014 in Struggle Poetry
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Collage

In the breaking apart of the pattern
I’ve found a face I cannot describe
Updating my soul to what’s modern
Putting some make up to my words of suicide.

In the pulling apart of the muscles
I’ve found something new and exciting
Apprising the pieces of the puzzle
Taping all of the torn parts that keep dividing.

You are breaking me down with your words
When you start the fire you can’t put it out
You are making a mess out of this world
With you there things that shouldn’t be allowed.

In this collage of emotions
I am screaming all of the things I don’t mean
Will someone ever take me out of this prison?
I’m running around this conundrum with no end.

In the swimming away from the glass
I’ve found a new drug to keep me dull
Rearranging every thought of my past
Setting a net for the way I’ll always going to fall.

In the speaking out loud all my problems
I’ve found a room in which I can bleed
Spoon feeding the soon to come torments
Swaying away from all the things that I need.

You are breaking me down with your words
When you start the fire you can’t put it out
You are making a mess out of this world
With you there things that shouldn’t be allowed.

In this collage of emotions
I am screaming all of the things I don’t mean
Will someone ever take me out of this prison?
I’m running around this conundrum with no end.

It seems that the rope in which you tied my life with is broken
It seems that the path you set for my self is wrong
It seems like all the whispers to guide me are set in silence
It seems that your wrath is way bigger than your love…

Some “old school” type of poem…

Achilles’ Heel

It’s never enough
You need to take another piece
Take all of my blood
Take everything you want… fuck it!

Funny, isn’t it?
You enjoy hurting me more
Hurt me more and more
I can’t take anymore all of this shit!

Get the fuck away from me!
And take everything away from me
Are you enjoying all of this?
I know it arouses you to hurt me!

Call me a crybaby
You twisted and vicious bitch!
Come use my babies
To hurt me in any way you want… shit!

Having fun, eh?
You enjoy watching me bleed
Bleed me out some more
I’m so sick of the way this feels in me!

Get the fuck away from me!
And take everything away from me
Are you enjoying all of this?
I know it arouses you to hurt me!

This is my Achilles’ heel
Watching my kids fading away from me
Do you know how it feels?
Like they’re ripping my heart in front of me
I cannot take any of this
Why can’t there be a way to fix anything?
I’m so sick of this shit!
I don’t want to hurt to myself anymore…

I don’t want these thoughts in me anymore
Give back my kids!
You don’t understand how’s to feel, do you?
Bring me my babies!
It’s all a sick and twisted joke to you!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
I wish I could kill you somehow to end this
Fuck you! I hate you!

I know this is not my usual post. But I made this last night and I want to share it with all of you. I did the instrumentals a few months ago, and so I integrated it in the video. Enjoy!

Dedicated to the people who have gone through depression…

The Letter

My friends, depression is a condition in which the brain indicates there’s something wrong with you, although it might be untrue
A disease in which the devil tries to convince you that you’re ugly and worthless, and sometimes you believe it’s true.
Is something that consumes all of your thoughts and takes you hostage
It sometimes pretend to be your one and only friend
Making you doubt about everyone’s intentions and driving you away from everything
It negates self-love and your love for others; turning it into a venomous loathing
It doesn’t let you eat, breathe, sleep or even live in peace
It’s something that goes on erasing beautiful memories of your past
And instead keeps reminding you all of the struggles in your path
It goes on distorting the view that you have about yourself in your life
It goes on turning around, telling you that they’re no reasons left to be alive
It makes you feel insignificant, impotent, numb and invisible
That no matter how much you try change would be impossible
It screams at your face that there’s no escape, that no one here can help you
It dares you to harm your own self, cause that’s the only thing that can “soothe you”
It drags you down for you to drown yourself into the drunken sills
To medicate yourself, and to sedate the pain with unprescribed pills
But I tell you, don’t let it get you into that cage, tie you into that rope
Go fill your head with positive things, exciting things, all full of hope
And though you might have tried a million times before, I tell you try again
Do not allow the stillness and silence take reign over your brain
The truth is that there are millions of people out there that feel the same
And though at times it might feel we’re not lending a hand
We are still at your side, all of my brothers, all of my sisters, any woman, any man
And if there was a chance that tomorrow might be end for any of us in this planetary space, (if that may be the case,)
First, let me tell you, that we will always love you and we will long to see your face again… (in this my faith is firmly based.)