terça-feira, 26 de abril de 2011

Exams are fine...BUT NOT WHEN IT'S COLD!

It took me sometime, and some strength of will to make me write here again, however, this time i'm not sad, nor depressed, i'm tired, and lazy...and sleepy, that all being said, 'cuz the temperature felt a lot over here, and since i'm the kind of person that "hibernates", i would really enjoy staying at home, filling myself with food, and sleeping, that being possible, if i weren't in the middle of the first exams, in my stupid school.

Say, it's quite anoying that it doesn't snow over here, since i could use an excuse to stay at home, and still delay the exams, but, i consider it a rare possibility since i'm rather the unlucky type.

So here we go with another poem, i've done, and was made to represent the susceed failures on my "dream-only" realationships, hope you like it.

Pale White to Cobalt Blue

The sky is dark again,
a smog of pitch-darkness fills the air,
pillars of thick black clouds,
and a storm shows my pain.

Woman, you should 'ave better learned,
not to play with fire,
a grown man's heart is as thin,
to crumble with desire.

And i was just a little fool,
a piece on your game,
now i am useless to you,
i'm the one to blame.

Boys and girls,
sing this song,
before they go to bed,
the roulette rolls,
so by the morning,
they're not dead.

So were my expectations,
when i asked you for pardon,
you closed your eyes,
and kissed me Darling
i called the feeling,
my "free-falling".

Well how was it Darling,
is the taste sweet,
now that i'm a man who can't breath,
who can't love,
who cannot sleep,
now that i am a Man who can't live?

Your vengeance was just,
so explendid,
the poison stained my veins.
From pale white,
to cobalt blue,
the venon painted my brain.

And here laid cold, in this grave,
i repeat myself, and repent for my sins,
don't waste this life, searching for love,
just live, and try to love yourself.


...i should start listening to my own advices, someday...

terça-feira, 19 de abril de 2011

A Little Candy for the Eyes, and some Music for the Ears...

Here's a song, literally illustrating the post i made a while ago, about the "Boy-Toys".
Pratically, i feel exactly like the Coin-Operated Boy (only that people is so cheap these days, that i would be more of a Coin-Distribution Boy).

Anyway, its good music, check it out, i would feel like posting the video, however, since the (THIS SHITTY) blog is cuts the video in half and you can only see the left side of it due to the space for the posts, i leave the link and hope you guys watch it.

Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy:

...shitty blog, can't even post a damn video here...


More poems/Living the Everyday Life

These days have been quite tranquil recently, however, as i'm born by the arcana of the wheel,
i'm always aware that the tide is about to change at any minute, and God help me if i've gotten too soft.

But since i've learned to not give up easily, i'll try fighting and standing my ground the best i can, to keep the few good memories, even if it takes bruises and scars, i'm ready for it.

Still, the poet will always be the same old poet, and writting is something i've been doing a lot recently, to keep away me from my "platonic disapointments" and the crude cruelty of life.
I have been drawing and playing flute as well, however, with my cellphone memory card not working, and my old computer broken, it will take a good while before i show the graphical stuff.

Somehow(even if it's a bit off topic), i managed to get female company(really good looking ones by the way) for the last weekend, and God, i didn't knew that i'm still in the love game, either they've lowered dramaticaly their requisite patterns, or (most unlikely) i must be the clint eastwood type, who only get's better as time passes.

Anyways, no more delay, here we go with two more poems.
Hope you enjoy.

The Sickness Story

Another man dies today,
it seems to be the newspaper's talk
still, death is innevitable,
something nobody can take fault.

They say it was unfortunate,
that he died on the streets,
i say "how rude of him,
to depart like that.
The plague is not the culprit,
but is the man who feeds the rats"

The Port stenches of death,
and the air is itself a putrid lament.
The Sick pray to get better,
and the Healthy pray to stay absent.

When will they all learn,
that pain is the only way to understand.
Life is something you can give,
but is 'so something you can take.

And so on goes the story,
of how the plague brought me the glory.
Of how a Man became the Doctor,
and how the Doctor became story.

Fear of God is not the same as Faith,
save your confessions to the Lord,
yet please, don't remain this way,
you got yourself another day, gentleman,
so make good use of it, before it's too late.

Clocks and Watches will still show time,
but what's time to you?
Is it Living life afraid,
While still there's a whole life passing in front of you?

So the dead must be remembered,
but the living should never forsaken,
since it only feels done,
when you live your life every second until the end.


Tears in the Dark

I was in love with you,
i had my dream come true,
but now i am through,
remembering you...

I had plans for you,
i have believed in you,
and now in the rain,
you leave me again...

Tears in the Dark!

It was bound to end from the start!
Like a game,
such a shame,
on my heart.

Tears in the Dark!

Our love has faded so fast,
now in the past,
at last.

Now i belong alone,
my life is monotone,
i'm at the bone,
singing this song...

Now i'll live alone,
i'm sure that life will go on,
with only myself,
and nobody else...

Tears in the Dark!

It was bound to end from the start!
Like a game,
such a shame,
on my heart.

Tears in the Dark!

Our love has faded so fast,
now in the past,
at last...

To get some rest...


"Life is just another day dying in the sunlight"

segunda-feira, 18 de abril de 2011

Back in Black

Hi there, sorry i took this much to come back in here, but ends up i got mixed up in a lot, good things, bad things, and seems, i back in the black blog, just like before.
Anyways, i don't have much to discuss, yet still, i have a lot of new poems to share, so i'll start posting one today.

Hope you guys enjoy:

Instropective Ode to Melancholy

Of things in life, there are many most don't see,
so how about i read a poetry of some feelings on me?

Hatred is what i feel, whenever i take a peek outside,
cause everybody else is happy, and i'm stuck somewhere pretending i'm just fine.

Anger is how it is, when people come to blame me,
if only i had a gun, i'd put them all to sleep.

Pain i know too well, i live with it everyday,
and if you think you know what i mean, well,
you probably feel only 1/3 of what i feel today.

Confused is just an excuse, to get me out of the mess,
little know people, that it gets more confusing than it already has.

Darkness you might think, it's when you close your eyes,
but pal did you ever imagined if all your friends left you behind?

Solitude is a normal day to me, but i manage to accept it,
talking to the mirror is just a little repetitive.

However there's a stage, i gladly wait for,
it's called death, death is what i'm waiting for.


Heres a song i've made:

Broken Girl

Do you feel anger,
when you find yourself lost,
just like a stranger?

And how did you got up here,
in the center of my eyes,
like a star who cruises the violet skies?

My memory is just a faint picture of a lady,
who gazes mysteriously into my soul,
and sadly into my lies.

I'll never forget,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for help,
when she just wanted Love, after all.

I'll never forget you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a restless day,
and a sleepless night.

Days go by,
one by one the trains come and go, and 'wind set sail Oh!
wind set sail on my ship tonight.

I hope you don't feel all alone,
even thought, i'm not quite sure,
of how soon i'll be comming back home.

But, don't mind me my princess,
don't mind me this time,
i'll be yours forever,
as long as you decide to be always mine...

I'll never forgive,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for my help,
she made me her slave, after all.

I'll never forgive you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a cruel mistress,
as cruel as "Mistress Life".

I'll never forget,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for help,
when she just wanted Love, after all.

I'll never forget you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a restless day,
and a sleepless night.


...Well, goodbye for now, my unknown guest,
considering the circumstances, i might be posting soon enough, so stay tunned.