a crazy poet, dark in light and white in dark pure heart, yet anger is deep in his gut. his best companion, a dead rock he found while walking by the grey river at night. the poet knew three things love, hate, and lust his best guard and shield a self made hope to one day find his love amor. in one hand his mind was leaking dreams into the wind. in the other his life, filled with numerous wounds. the false love had done its job with lies knives a wolf had eaten almost all of it, he still liv...

if you could imagine a blossom just turning red, a butterfly burning to a yellowish amber. and two little girls sited next to a fire thats freezing each other hands, then polluted the world is not, let me get dress and leave every nightmare there is. But if you rather see demons of white cloth and red eyes. with wings bigger than any bird and voices strong as trains then welcome to my house, i hope you make yourself comfortable this is me the one with the golden letter on the stone... ... yea...

a crazy poet, dark in light and white in dark pure heart, yet anger is deep in his gut. his best companion, a dead rock he found while walking by the grey river at night. the poet knew three things love, hate, and lust his best guard and shield a self made hope to one day find his love amor. in one hand his mind was leaking dreams into the wind. in the other his life, filled with numerous wounds. the false love had done its job with lies knives a wolf had eaten almost all of it, he still liv...

there is a bird on my window, black, white, shadow two wings and well sharp mind just looking at me Through that fine glass i wonder its thoughts it looks at me, no its laughing at the wind his sound is fine yet so full of wisdom you are tempted to close the damn window. once i come closer, a shadow is all its left moving from north to south its as if an orchestra is about to start. now there is not a bird in my window but the memory of its mighty anthem.

i was asking why, my words are not clicking right. why, when time to write is put down by my own time. when i feel the need to let you know how my poetry is so low. how i'm just a lame dummy writing in weird sentences. how my own time is wasted by my stupid rhymes. its time for me to find a better source of inspiration than smelling weird roses which make my nose cry.

i’m cold yet is almost summer. Emoticón actual: estranando Categoría: estranando Writing and Poetry i don't know if you have heard of a story like mine where day after day i count the days 24, 23, 22 days are left my heart feels lonely and really at the corner the only feeling is here in my heart where red is the color and sweet its caramel today i dreamed that i lost you a pain so strong that made me have no choice i just sat and wait, until it started to rain. it felt bad, i really can't e...

its almost midnight my heart is here, i can hear it its calling your name the princess that is here for me. i'm here in my bed facing the sky and tempted to dream you in my thoughts are your name known to 3 letters Inspiring words which makes me dream all day long Vintage-like when you talk to me Instant memories of your smile teaches me all night to dream. i'm thinking of you right know and its almost midnight at this moment your eyes are closed but your heart open for my dreams my love here...

so.... today is that so... its 3 pm now, nothing to do just to be. contemporary music is playing on the thing, gosh i wish there was something else to see. a bullet proof heart and a piece of cheese in my hand, are the only tools my life has to use, so that today can be that day when splash is nash and something might fall on you head. three ten pm now, and still nothing to put myself up. i have found a rock and made it my friend, then the dogs that see me as their pack, cry and make sense o...

Dear, imagine me as a cat, a tender melody during dark disturbing nights, Grrr...let my head rub your legs, let me imagine that i'm the cat and your the girl. lift me to cuddle and to share fleas, i sadly MEAOH! when your not here, my cat's heart is beating very high. lets sleep together under low light. ACHOO!! God bless you my girl, it's just me moving some dust here. lift me into your pillow-like chest, look into my round eyes, lets say we're the best. MEAOH!! my tail was bitten by somethi...

under the remnants of blue and white sky, the world blowing from north to south, i smell pie, the one my moon is cooking tonight, yummy yummy this smell is so nice. under the two man on high heels, there is a boy with to wings, one is to eat, the other to let free, go and tell those trees to let go the birds. it smells like pie again, i wonder if the kitchen is open today, a cup of coffee and a piece of that delicious cake, yum yum, that is what i need to taste.