Category: Poetry

THE WOLF

You came to me like a wolf
In the darkest of nights.
You howled when you attacked
With your scratches and bites.

All those marks over my body,
Those wounds inside my mind.
There was no pain in that corner.
Since then, I became blind.

Did you feel a better man?
Did your masculinity raise?
Your hype of testosterone
Simply wrecked a poor girl’s life.

Someone’s got to tell you
What you did was a crime.
It may be late for me,
Not though for some other one.

I have no fear now.
I feel no guilt now.
Now I’m speaking loud:
At last, I got you out.

The Woman from the Desert

Sands and winds form her silouhette.

Heat and cold gift her untamed strength.

Ancient red sands from remote dunes.

Far sandy winds towards ancient allure.

Subtly cold-minded in the darkness.

Heated warm heart under the sun.

Deserts are what make women perfect.

Perfect is what desert women are.

PASSIVE AFFECTION

Well, it ain’t a fairy tale

It’s not a pirate’s slave

It ain’t a princess asleep

She’s just a woman on my bed.


Love is over, love is gone

No cuddling nor presents

Just passive affection at home.

Well, it’s not like when we met

with all those bugs inside ourselves

It ain’t nothing like before

We’re now supposed to be mature.


Love is over, love is gone

No pampering bullshit

Just occasional throws.


So why’s it wrong to say goodbye

when all we have is debts and cries.


Baby, this is the last time.

I change this bed for a better try.

BEAUTY BED

Boiling water
after boiling sheets,
after panting sounds
filled their ears.

The scrubs on that coach,
their best exfoliator.
The steam of their bodies,
a perfect moisturizer.

Hairs fly over the room
as they ain’t no feather pillows.
Sweat is their new cologne,
true passion billows.

They got new looks
with each love rhythm. 
No need of beauty salons
with their both’s bed addition. 

Natural odours and liquids
not only in the kitchen.
That’s what’s called a home
by those two bitches.

KNOWLEDGE & HOPES

I know for sure
it’s over now.
I know for sure
everything is gone.

I know for sure
you were just too perfect.
I know for sure
it could not be true.

What I didn’t know
was that it would cause such sting
to make me wanna leave
for a painless place.

I expected all this
but didn’t want to see it coming.
I expected all this
but didn’t want to assume it.

I expected all this
but hoped you would see my true love.
I expected all this
but no my sadness get you too.

What i didn’t know
was that it would cause such a sting
to make me wanna leave
for a painless place.

I hope you find your way.
I hope you find your someone.
I hope you find your best.

I’m sure you’ll do...

MERMAID

I wish I were a mermaid
To guide you through the sea
And sing that song of sirens
That draws you to me.
Plenty of fish in the sea
They would say you could find
But what about that unique species
That makes you feel so alive.
I know it is hard to resist 
I know it is hard to survive
But should you want your truest soulmate
Please give this wannabe mermaid a new try.

BACK

Fly me to the moon

That was shining over our sea,

Where a mix of feelings and cultures

Dances with our vines.

Take me back to the mountains

That taught us what wildlife is,

Where the mist and heat

Could not sink our floating beast.

Fly me to the terrace

That reminded us paradise exists,

Where all pictures looked precious

And I could see your happiest face.

Take me back to the sunrises

That performed my loves in ink,

Where the light appeared at early hours

And gifted us our innest link.

GONE

My heart was already broken
My mind was already gone
My soul was already outspoken
Thus no blaming him for those

My heart is now pieces
My mind is now a mess
My soul now decreases
What should I now fight for?

I am not always right
But he’s always been my ruler 
I am not always bright
But he’s always been my lighter

I didn’t want this to happen
I didn’t want to lose another one
I didn’t want to be so shitty
All I want now is being gone.

NO GOOD NOR BAD

No Kurt, no Jamie, no Noel
No Justin, no Shady.
Ain’t no one.

No psyco, no indie, no folk
No disco, no funk
Ain’t no style.

All rhythms and notes have their place.
Let them be themselves and find their own way.

No Ridley, no Steven, no Woodie
No Alfred, no Quentin
Ain’t no director’s choice.

No drama, no comedy, no romance
No cartoon, no short.
Ain’t no preference. 

All stories deserve to be told.
Let them speak for themselves before being judged.

Ain’t no good nor bad.
Ain’t no happy nor sad.

It’s just you and your path,
Feel free to start to walk.