Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...

...the silence escaped my sweet Lullabies...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Dirty

7pm get up on my side,
With nothing left to hide,
Living in a small mind
I lived a dull life-line.
Down, I hit the water on hot,
Touching me as if it was taught.
Undertone I hear my name,
As I revolt against the game.
It must be me on the screen,
I belong on the scene,
I want to be sought,
I want to be bought,
I want to be badly caught.
Tarring off my icy body,
Flat on the eager filled lobby,
With the lenses on my.
I breathe out a long sigh.
Each on their own high,
Surrounded by several cries.
Scratches and hands on my hip,
I breathe and bit off my lip.
This river inside me flowing,
I need to keep going,
Its only begun tonight,
Won’t sleep till its right.
7pm get up on my side,
With nothing left to hide,

Monday, October 19, 2009

Dear Diary


Dear Dear Diary.
So many faces,
So many games,
Too many players,
And I’ve lost track of mine.
When all look alike,
When entertainment gets dull,
And players lifeless,
What then do I look for?
I’ve been down every bad road,
The worst are yet to come,
Most times I just turn around,
And face the way I left behind.
At least I got my old recipe,
At least the past is familiar,
Even if it was the wrong direction,
At least I know where I was going.
I’m the number two and many,
It gets easier to change,
It gets harder to remain the same,
But it never runs out of options.
When all is done,
When all the glitter fades away,
What remains is so little,
That living for it seems pointless.
All the memories just get lost,
We eventually just forget who we are,
I can’t even tell what I have,
I can’t tell what I want.
And in this deep living spell,
We remain, we linger,
And go missing all over again,
Missing, like the day we were born.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Spirit

I can’t breathe.
The night casts dims rays of
Streetlights onto my bedroom walls.
Silhouettes frozen in every corner of the room.
A coward under my bed, I hear but the faint voices from somewhere deep in the city.
And everything falls around me.

I say Sir, spare some change for a broken soul.
I need to find me some air to breath for I have lost my spirit.
Down here in these abandoned streets all is quiet. All is dead.
The uninteresting stones on the pavement shed their shadows, long and dim.
Hiding behind the clouds, the moon leaves its inevitable glow seep through.
The world of the night is watching me, and waits for my fall.

The sound of my beating heart invades my head like a sick creature.
The side trees shiver from the damp winds as it howls past the alleys.
My reflection looks at me with disgust, such a poor, dismal, little child.
I slip, with nothing to hold onto, just the concrete scraping beneath my feet.
Red lips of mine kiss the dust-filled floor; under my bed I am no more.
I am fallen.

Monday, September 14, 2009

No one there.

And so she clawed
Herself down the ladder
Till she hit a whisper
And sang the child goodnight.

Drop after drop,
She Listens the quiet
Fearing the look
Of her crushed essence.

Marooned in desperation
She hears a shadow
With echoing stories
And past lullabies.

Her twin awakens
Out of her excursion
Reminding the path
She once was on.

Standing tilted above
The ground so low
Another phantom
Her road yet to lose.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Mania


Let me lie here next to you,
Let me lie here next to You.
For I, shall show my love True.

Time, running fast anew,
Once before, we did pursue.
Past my eyes away you flew,
No, a lie, it was not through!

You, eternally mine, were too,
Cast, suddenly out of the blue,
How, Now aggression flew,
Mine! Mine! “I´ll stick like glue”.

Back to front, I passed the queue,
Old-fashioned lovers I overthrew,
Face-to-face, again, we Two…
You kissed the floor, away we flew.

Bleach ran the heart you drew,
Raging skin and tears in view,
Eternally together, now I knew,
I will die, to be with You.