The Fifth Verse

Prose in Movement...

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Forgotten Tears...

One morning I start to draw in front of the sea
Challenging the wind, creating something new
Intrinsic colors, barely covered in pink
An intense hug came from you
Enveloped in lust, confusion and lure
It envelope me all in a cocoon
And I barely can see at two steps of you
I watched your style
I admire your sight
What I’m drawing is changing forms
From white to blue
I smell your essence in so many places
In so many feeling you didn’t find me
Forgotten tears, I said to me
Wipe them of your face
Don’t shred yourself in you
My paint lost all sense of meaning
I wash them all in you
Did I kill you slowly or you died by your own?
Forget you love or just use you?
Forgotten tears, what did we done?

Barely Is Winter

What’s on my mind?
This morning granted me a worry
That traces the mood of my decade
A shattered mirror crumbles in my right hand
Still the other hasn’t stop bleeding from my reflect
This headache is driving me mad
My long curls can’t soothe me while I brush them
A hard breath can merely concentrate me
I sense some whispers delivering me the words
Barely is winter
And I can’t find a cure for my pain
I don’t have the courage to look at the window
This is my nightmare in madness
My dream within the foggiest dream
That’s why I’m trembling
I doubt that I’ll found the way in this wreck
This headache is driving me mad!
Barely is winter
And I can’t stop sleeping
I have to make a choice
Just plunge myself into darkness
Landing there, observe how my body is in pause
Longing for a touch of my mind
One morning I woke up
And my mouth was sewn tight
Someone is calling me with sadness in its voice
I see trouble headed to my land
One block away you can still smell the fear
A scream barely define my anguish
But my mouth was sewn tight
I’m so tired; at last silence fills my sight
I look at my trembling hands
Self be kind
Can you tell me what’s on my mind?

Moments

Those moments came when it was yesterday
I lost them in the mail, such a absent minded child
But no response I expect from this enclosed space
I must linger with poetry in memories not aware
The futile emotion, lost enchantment, why I must wait
Before the moon lose its glow, I endangered myself
Falling into the navigations of your insanity, we must endure
Just tell me the meanings of this dreams, I…
Am so confused, emotionally disperse and go forward to mourn
Searching lost volumes of your verses filled of gore
Talk to the winds and see if I can survive, to find the scents
So I can try to pour this desolation, disappointment filling my lungs
Make myself go and never glance back with remorse
A shell so burned that emptiness doesn’t know where to end
Just failed to be, to achieve my purpose in between puzzles
Drained to lived a lie through thou
Scraped unto the haze, and then I saw me, but then…
I lost them in the implication, while I become you!

...Those moments came when it was still noon.