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Blog messages with the tag 'poems':

• Poem - Nobody Lingers Here (I still love you)

  Sometimes to disperse the meanings
  Of our beloved past times, we must forget
  What it means to us being part of it, believe in them
  Sometimes to erase their definitions
  We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
  
  I guess some tears escape from my captivity
  Caging all emotions and delusions, I really don’t care
  Still fooling myself of being me, so I cried and read
  Lovely words that came from your mouth, my love
  We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
  
  The thought of the path that I must follow, those hollow
  Steps that will always accompany me in this sorrow
  Why I must persist in mutilating myself with this beating
  Heart? This situation called desperate thinking, meditation
  We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
  
  I still reach, with trembling hands, the mirror image
  The softest sad smile that greeted me every morning
  Lost in thought, still waiting in the night, like child with fears
  Alone in my voice, confused images crossed my mind telling me
  We make ourselves such a mess, with retributions.
  
  If only I could say it, without recriminations,
  without fear, filled with faith...

  • 17 November 2006
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• Poem - I once tried to look myself

  I once tried to look at myself, just a glance
  And I couldn’t
  To fix my mirror image, turn it clockwise
  But I wouldn’t
  Started to caress my cheek, what a lovely gesture
  Then I didn’t
  Believing the words that came out of your self
  Why I shouldn’t…
  
  My trees grow wild, a fever that elude my senses
  The caress forgotten, the thought went through
  Illuminate my path, avenge my persona
  I’ll slain myself and vindicate my reflection
  
  Twice I traveled the way, testing my strength
  I’m not finished
  To mend what I believed went awry in me
  I’m not even started
  Can’t stop the feeling of worth, near the void
  So, I should quit
  Left to die, carving the illusion of being whole
  I’m still trying
  
  I once tried to look at myself, just a glance
  And I couldn’t
  To fix my mirror image, turn it clockwise
  But I wouldn’t
  Started to caress my cheek, what a lovely gesture
  Then I didn’t
  Believing the words that came out of your self
  Why I shouldn’t…
  
  Can’t see shit through the fog that lives nomadic in my mirror.

  • 24 October 2006
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