Archive for January, 2016

A piece of literature I wrote today.

The Face of Life

When the heavens opened wide to swallow up all of its sinful citizens
All that came to my mind was to run and come rescue you from this calamity
You were still there, in that dark room, looking at that red wall, all silently
I grabbed you by the arm, but you were frozen, petrified, almost like a statue
After a few attempts, I thought of giving up,
So for a second I turned my eyes the other way
Just to get a glimpse of what was once your bed, now your torture device
So I stepped right in front of you, placed my face against yours,
Looked deep into your eyes
Searching for a hint of light inside that massive black hole shoved into your body
I couldn’t help but noticed how beautiful your face was,
And I know that in other circumstances we as well could’ve been lovers
And if that’s what you need, I’m sorry to tell that is not what I’m here for,
Not that I don’t want you, it’s just that is not my prime intention, although I’m flattered
So I came to whisper to your ears “please, let it go. Let the future rewrite itself”
I thought I could start with a nice gesture,
So I tried to give you my best smile,
Apathetic to my authentic smirk,
You slightly roll your eyes in a dismissal matter
I said to myself “at least I got you to react to something”
As you’ve been staring with those bright yellow eyes, “oh, they are so beautiful.”
And in the midst of all this darkness storming in, I assure you, that’s the face of life.


Barren Barrels

Sometimes I cannot feel at all
But sometimes I feel so much
One of these things I feel is
The love I feel for you, my love
And right now that you’re not here
I miss you so, so damn much
And though you’ll return shortly
These few hours are like barren barrels.

I hope I never break your love for me
I hope you can withstand the winds of my insanity
I hope I never break your love at all
Cause without it I wouldn’t have anything anymore.

Sometimes I can only feel the pressure pressing in
But sometimes all I can feel is you
And when those times occur in me
I want to hold it quiet and help me breathe
I want to close my eyes and be with you
All I want is to rest from this life next to you
And though sometimes it doesn’t seem like it’s so
All I have in my defense is to admit that I love you so.

I hope I never break your love for me
I hope you can withstand the winds of my insanity
I hope I never break your love at all
Cause without it I wouldn’t have anything anymore.

I’ve pushed everyone around me
When all I wanted was to have somebody close
So I promise I will never leave this place without you
That’s unless, of course, you want me to.

They tried to humble me by sheer force
I was taught to resist it all through coal and fire
So it’s my fault when I cannot take it anymore
I guess I was always feeble but I wish I wasn’t.

I hope I never break your love for me
I hope you can withstand the winds of my insanity
I hope I never break your love at all
Cause without it I wouldn’t have anything anymore.

The Invisible War

I’ve alliance with all the things I used to fight
Like a bad imitation of all that is holy and right
I’m running back into the darkness and leaning my head
Is like I’ve forgotten all of the suffering that lies ahead.

And I cannot save you from the hands pulling you in
And I cannot save myself because I’m enjoying this sin
And in my suffocated spirit i understand I’m doing wrong
But in my pride I’m being stupid in believing I’m growing strong

The mind is a prison
and the heart is a graveyard
and the soul is just weeping
Screaming “make me alive again.”

The invisible war
One that no one can see, hear, or battle, but you
Nobody knows the consequences of losing to it but you
And nothing can help you win it but your faith in the one above.

I’ve alliance with the darkness always surrounding
It’s like I’ve erased twenty years of always suffering
Why go back to the arms of the one who wishes you dead?
Is like I’ve forgotten all of the consequences that lie ahead.

And I cannot teach you the good in a way you could understand
Cause I refuse to believe in the promises lying at hand
And in my suffocated spirit I wish I wasn’t undoing all that it cost
For a god to give his life for a man who’s now throwing it away.

The many voices in my head
All the doubts that grows bigger
And my soul is still weeping
Screaming “make me whole again.”

The invisible war
One that no one can see, hear, or battle, but you
Nobody knows the consequences of losing to it but you
And nothing can help you win it but your faith in the one above.

It’s easy to ignore the things you cannot see;
Who can see inside us all except for the one we don’t believe in?
It’s easy to think we’re only doing what’s best;
What can truly purify if we’re not put through fire and to the test?

It’s best to see life like nothing is wrong with you
It’s the best evil master plan ever designed
Nothing to clean, nothing to fix, nothing to improve
But where to go once you have found out the truth?

This poem is from a woman’s point of view.

Mary Read

What does it feel to go around the world,
Navigating in the waters of mistreated mistresses?
What are you looking for in this whirlwind?
Only to weight anchor or get motion sickness.

Hand strong on your hat and tight on the helm
Cause now you’re cruising through violent seas
A storm is coming and in your head you know
This is going to be one hell of a turbulent sail.

You think you have the map all figured out
If X marks the spot, you’ll dig out that treasure
But this world still holds many secrets untold
You just make sure not to sail off the edges.

One eye on the lookout for the cutthroat
And the other incisive for the lighthouse
Doesn’t that beacon coming from the coast
Make you glow like a vision, so angelically?

There’s no need for shackles, my dear captain
I’ll be all yours after you’ve tainted my drink.

No need to line your captives up on the plank
I bet they would rather enjoy going for a swim.

What does it feel to go around the world,
Navigating in the waters of mistreated mistresses?
What are you looking for in this whirlwind?
Only to weight anchor or get motion sickness.

Hand strong on your pistol and tight on your sword
Cause now you’re stepping into outlandish lands
A war might be coming your way and you know
This could be the day that the great captain departs.

No need to be scared about the ghosts, no
They will not contend your soul in reprisal.

Oh fear the fleshed ones, my sweet Jack
Waiting at the bottom are submarine huntresses.

What’s that lonely men do sailing for so long?
Lodging their flags in territories unknown
Claiming the soil that isn’t theirs in the name
Of their king, or their queen or of their very own.

Don’t lonely men need some comfort as well?
Before being casted off and sent into sail?
The lustful kisses from a passionate woman
The serenated melody coming from us sirens.

No need to worry about drifting or sinking
All of your crewmen have jumped off your ship.

Come into my arms, dear, dear captain
I will end your journey, right here, right now
You just have found the right woman
One that has built you a home in the depths.

newhuman

Transmorphication

When my transformation is completed
I will do exactly as my master has commanded me
When my reason and love are fully depleted
I will carry on with the plans given to me secretly.

For justice of man makes God look like a tyrant
And His voice doesn’t echo inside my soul anymore
And I’m so tired of being treated like a peasant
My job is done and it didn’t reap fruit from the floor.

When the noise in my head stabilizes
The message once given to me will be a sound clearer
When my heart begins to fall apart decomposed
I will make sure that my grasp is around your throat.

For faith in love makes God look like a traitor
And His hand doesn’t move more than for striking
And I’m so sick of having to apologize for my behavior
Having to get my hands dirty without ever good reaping.

Gray and black have such similar colors and shades
Enter the hunger, being susceptible, the bite and mistakes
It is my choice not to believe in those who betray
But a despot is a despot, no matter in what light is being portrayed.

Cadence: Syncopated

The entities are not sympathetic to your needs
The ending that was once written foresees
Something to keep you in control, under-sieged
The mockup won’t supplant the real seeds.

A legion master has taken up the reins
To place the summit and begin to reign
No other choice but to submit under his orders
To burn the old law as the new world gathers.

The corner stone has lost its angularity
Now that the saved ones has transformed their personalities
A transmutation coming from the shadows
The rise of the fallen prince calling from the gallows.

Desire is a thing that betrays the restriction
And turns all of the rights in your conviction
It’s like a lever that pulls you back to the junction
Whenever you draught more of it there’s no satisfaction.

The chime of the hour will sound aloud
Tying up all those who love to slither to the ground
Just to collect the loot that you’ve plowed
While the black dogs pace to encircle you around.