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Yes!!!! No!!!! I don't know...
Why???? Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!
I wish I could rise up the sarcasm's throne with a laugh of superiority against YOU ALL!
I'M AN ALTRUIST AND I LIKE TO HATE HUMANITY BECAUSE OF MY ALTRUISM AND I LOVE YOU ALL BECAUSE I HATE YOU ALL and I do not make sense BUT WHO DOES MAKE SENSE?! At least I show you my nonsense, I scream my nonsense!!!
I have courage enough to be insane, to be mad, to be good, to be bad, to be ALL YOU WANT! To be MYSELF!... At the same time I make sense, NONSENSE THOUGHTS ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE MORE SENSE.
I love myself, I hate myself, I hate my boyfriend, my girlfriend, my friends... BUT I LOVE THEM! I love when you hurt me, I love when you call me names, when you say I'M NOTHING!!!!
I love to be nothing comparing to you, I love when I feel I'm NOTHING beside you BUT... I hate it... I fuckin' hate it, I fuckin' hate you, I fuckin' hate humanity, I fuckin' hate the world, life, nature...NO I DON'T! I REALLY REALLY DON
Efemeridade IIÁ janela do meu quarto andar
Vi na rua um idoso passar.
A vida é efémera
E o sonho é fugaz
Como a vida é efémera.
Desviei o olhar por um segundo,
Logo a seguir voltei a olhar.
O idoso já não lá estava.
Descontente deste meu observar
Vejo pela janela a vida passar.
Súbita uma nostalgia!
Sinto falta do calor
Que o amor me oferecia.
Sinto falta de todas as risadas,
Amizades com a vida levadas.
Sinto falta da infância,
Idade em que sonhava com abundância.
Sinto falta do colo,
Colo de mãe!
Aquela cuja dor que eu sinto
Ela sente também.
Nisto surge uma epifania.
Oh! Que triste alegria!
Onde tudo é efemeridade...
.:Poem:. VIVA LA MAFIA VIVA LA MAFIA
Tears so heavy but sweet,
A soft droplet rolls down my cheek,
The droplet is red, soaked in blood,
My eyes sting from the blistering flood
Keep close those whom hold you tight
You're all going to die tonight
.:~When you were beside of me~:.| /\M /\ FOO|_
FORG!VE ME FOR MY M!$T@KES
BY THE TIME YOᗢ GET THIS
|T W||_|_ B|Ξ TOO |_/\T|Ξ
$U!C!DE !$ MY F@TE
ᗩS I SLOWLY DIE
| |_||Ξ ON T|-||Ξ GROUN|)
$C@RED TO M@KE @ $OUND
ᗩND THE ONES WHO STILL DESPISE ME
| W||_|_ CRY
@ND ! W!LL PLE@
THᗩT THE HᗩPPIEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE WERE THE MOMENTS WHEN YOᗢ WERE BESIDE OF ME
.:~Something I can't take~:.causing a mess
so much fucking stress
this really hurts my chest
cuts on my wrists
look at all of the slits
no one seems to give a shit
and man I don't blame 'em
I'm so lame
I'm going insane
can't handle all of this pain
how about some mercy on my emotions for god's sake?
my body feels like it's having an earth quake
the hysterical shakes
please drown me in a lake
this is something I can't take
Phoenix In The BlazeA Vigorous Phoenix, chained, longing to be free
Bleeding, Screaming, "How can't you see my pain? Why can't you let me be?"
"Why are you blind to my agony? Why don't you break the cage?"
"Very well, then, leave me, but beware...."
"For one day, so soon, you shall see my rage!!"
Soon the phoenix made a scream, a roar to rebel
The binding chains shattered, and she broke from her shell
but what the heck is the use of freedom if the phoenix was...
so foolish and stupid enough to fly into hell!!
The Phoenix dashes, and against the walls of fire crashes
The stupid phoenix is set ablaze and turns into ashes
but, oh, my bad, i forgot what a phoenix was
for a few moments later she was reborn from the ashes
and again it soars and again it dashes
Now i can't help but wonder my -so called- country what did you release into the blaze??
was it a mighty phoenix like mine that was released or was it a mere bird from the graze??
distress (draft)creatures of completely different species,
no language to establish their feelings
only had to feel to understand one another.
a perpetual, deathless cycle:
a fish, swimming lazy circles inside a fish bowl
(while it dreams about the ocean)
prisoned to please the eye.
an elegant bird, caged:
(while it dreams about the sky)
prisoned for it's beautiful song.
their true colors faded by ten thousand dull afternoons
oh show me your scars & tell me your stories, beautiful maidens.
My sexyMy sexy
Do I know what sex is?
Fuck no do I dream?
Hell yes, these are the same words I use to describe sex
All I know is I get hot and nervous when I think about it
And that's my secret
One day I'll share it
With the person I love
After I'm married of course
But you know what I don't care
I've tried and am still tried but why should I care TELL ME! Or I'll just tell you what I think
Sexy is smart, a smile, a good time
Loving every second with a person that it goes by so fast
It's like you got away with a crime
Your heart racing covered in sweat and other stuff from running the marathon thoughts slowing down as you get out of sight
Feeling good as hell and tired to death
It's like music a great beat nice rhythm and you decide what it means to YOU!
Poem #1I i a w y a u e t o
t s l a s q s i n
W e e e r g i g o
h r w a e o n t
D a t e i e s t
r w h l n i i
s a l
CaminhoNão vou por aí
Por aí o caminho é fácil
Não tem espinhos
Não tem monstros
Não tem grutas e cavernas
Não me digas para ir por aí
Já disse que não vou.
Não gosto de campos descobertos
Verdes felizes claros
Quero enfrentar o desconhecido
Atravessar campos de espinhos
Voltar a erguer-me.
Quero lutar contra monstros
Ganhar ou perder
A vida é assim.
Não vou por aí
Não insistas, não vou.
Não gosto do fácil
Anseio o difícil.
Vida que é vida
Vai por aí.
Eu não vou
Encontramo-nos no fim.
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