Poems List
Published poems
Still breathing
Lying still
Heavy air
Something here
In the dark
Cold hands gripping tight
Weight pressing down tonight
Can't move... can't scream... still breathing
Break Me up to Starlight
Break me up to starlight
Tear apart these walls
Break me up to starlight
'Till nothing else recalls
Each crushing wave
Transforms the pain
Into pure light<…
Frozen Stars
Breath turns to crystal
In the empty air
My fingers aren't mine anymore
Time slipping away
Is this what stars feel like?
The cold crawls deeper now
Through…
Watch Me burn to Ashes
Embers dance, beneath my breath,
Where the heart is crowned.
Time becomes a flame…
Let old be cast down.
A body formed of dust, with fiery brightness thrilled,
Calling through the Night
Far beyond the stars
Can you hear me now?
Through the endless dark
Breaking somehow
Oooooh, reaching out...
Reaching out to you
Oooooh, breaking out...
…
Shine, crazy Diamond, shine!
Through gaping chasms and depths untold,
Thou leadest me into Thy light;
Each grief I bear, each loss I hold,
Makes stronger still my faith's pure might.
Thou ca…
Sacred Distance
I reach my hand across the space
Between your heart and mine
But something holds me back today
Like facing a Divine
The closer that we try to get
The further …
On the Verge of Waking and of Sleep
On the verge of waking and of sleep,
Where does my dreaming fancy stray?
Into what chasms, bottomless and deep,
What starry wanderings far away?
All was so logic…
The Lamentations of a sinful Soul leaving the Body
A moment past, I felt the weight, the ache, the cold;
And now, outside myself, my own dead form behold—
Unmoving and unbreathing, face all bloodless, white,
Bearing the…
Premonition of hellish Torments
Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.
Oh, my God, my God!.. Don't leave me.
Inha…
Rock and roll is dead, and You are dead with It
You thought you owned the night,
But the night owns you.
A shadow dancing in a borrowed light,
A ghost in rewound time,
A ghost in fading blue.
Rock and roll …
When Winter leaves
Where the river stops breathing,
Where the ice keeps strange names,
I stand between "was" and "will be",
I am silence.
The snow doesn't remember,
Th…
II-VII In a Basement With Bertha Mason
Let your life go, seize your freedom’s gleam, I can’t bear to watch them hurt, your heart so sweet. No season right, the time just seems to flee, from scorching …
II-VIII In a Basement With Bertha Mason
My joy has been a chosen grace, sculpted by God, Her marks I trace. What's the point of sacrifice for a future's hollow? Told not to dwell in yesterdays we borro…
II-V In a Basement With Bertha Mason
I’ve seen too much, weary from the view, but still I crave the life I wish to pursue. Daily the same, convincing myself anew, brighter moments await with you. A …
II-VI In a Basement With Bertha Mason
I hungered, oh the plight, to need all near in sight. Creativity fled, as art held sway in my head. Upon these rented walls that bound, I saw the words of Rumi sound: “Lover…
II-III In a Basement With Bertha Mason
Villain Gray is love, a memory steeped in pain,
a ghost from my past, again and again.
On that fateful day, I was deeply hurt,
troubled by issue…
II-IV In a Basement With Bertha Mason
All the journals of science, priced beyond my breath,
are stored where fortunes tower, perhaps in Hong Kong’s wealth.
Opaque the …
II-II In a Basement With Bertha Mason
Our minds are open books to read, the Lord twists time with divine heed.
My pen has inked no joyful tune, merely shades of sorrow, under a waning moon.
Yet…
II-I In a Basement With Bertha Mason
In the shadow of a silent sin, a sense of discord grows within.
Long lost in a tale of old, in silence, my thoughts unfold.
Dreams are shaped by hands not …
Cheiro de Ar Fresco
Gostosinho o Passado
Azedo e Apimentado
Soco nas Bolas em 7 segundos
Primo de primeiro grau da morte
Jumpscares...
Pontos de Exclamação!
Lindas flores do amor
Como uma linda flor, meu amor floresce em um bosque colorido. Independente da cor de minha flor, chorarei por sua dor; meu amor é incolor.
Cada pétala que cai de teu…
Medicine for a Distressed Soul
As I imagine my body
buried in a low-income public cemetery
and worms going through
my nose and filling my mouth
with their crap
something inside me rem…
Desejo de Cético
Estou com fome mas vou vomitar
Estou com sono mas vou pensar naquilo
Estou com vontade de continuar escrevendo esse poema mas não tenho criatividade
Estou c…