The Battle

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Some are the kids whom were always chosen at the end... I was not even chose, so I always end it up doing things on my oun. Since very early in life, I needed to show the world I was capable of surviving hostility with no help. I though I was ready; Until a new battle was presented to me, I realized I was not prepared, I don't have the weapons to fight against the battle of love.

I need a Friend

Saturday, October 3, 2009

I Need a Friend

Living in a Planet of my oun, where I'm the only form of life and my satelite can't talk. {I feel SO Lifeless}

For you my heart, for you my love, for you my sweet death.
dancing in the dark I can see you visiting my grave
some day I should return, but for now I must dissapear...
how can I dissapear from you? when be near you is my fatal desire?
I tryed, and I have not succeed...

I confessed to you in a simple way
but again, as many nigths before I received not answer
why can't you see, that writting is the only way I can put out my words?
because saying that with a loud voice I might not be able to.

I am a coward

so, when I said, you are the one I can turn to.
I mean it, I expect an answer, I want your support
as little as it can be; because the conection we have is like no other
good, bad, you name it.

SILENCE is the only thing I hear from you
how frustrating it is for me.
It kills me to know that you have deny me the sound of your voice

I am not asking for you love
I am not asking for your heart
I am not asking for your blood
and I am not asking for your life

I am asking for peace
I am asking for happiness
I am asking for your friendship

The Picture on the Wall

Wed. Nov 11, 2009

Im over, I see the picture once made me faint,
I see the face once made my heart beat fast,
faster, hyperactive beating, that one that made me feel a Jump inside
and made me alert to my surroundings.
the one I was thinking of no stop
the one I learn to distunguish his voice in a room full of noise
the one that kill me with a kiss, and rescued me with another one
the one I wanted for my own; for him my feelings are gone.

so burry me, burry me cause nothing is left, just the memory that I might carry till the end
would you believe me if I lie? no, yes, maybe.
who cares about the answer, if at the end what it counts is how convincing I was.
I see the picture, and my heart beat does not stop, does not change, does not jump
I am not dead, I am not more in a coma
but I don't know where I am.

I see new faces that I like, but my feelings seem to disagree
I see old faces, I see his face.
I see my face, I see people with no face
where to look? if the world is full of shadows
where to hide when no one is seeking you?
I just listen.

I still caring for the picture on the wall, but there is no much I could do
if some day the picture falls.