Androgyne
Who you are.
What you are.
The eyes of the world
can’t see right through you.
Let them stare.
Let them whisper.
Keep your true self.
They don’t matter.
Why do you need them
when you have yourself?
Nature has blessed you.
It’s a miracle of the universe.
Fit your own definition.
Reveal your unique beauty.
Find your own mission.
Silence is your only company.
Untouchable (Temporary state of mind)
I am comfortably numb
watching the world spin round.
Constantly wondering
if I’ll ever see you around.
Now I remain untouchable…
Inevitably broken and sore.
I don’t know where I’ve been
or if this case is insoluble.
It’s a temporary state of mind.
So I’m waiting…
I might find the way out
or let you rescue me again
or let somebody else in.
Though I’d still have a doubt…
Then maybe it’s a matter
of simple intuition
’cause sooner or later
I’ll be back for more.
It’s a temporary state of mind
and I’m waiting for the day
I am ready
to avoid each one of your kind.
Doesn’t matter anymore
As the future catches up with us
there might be place for second thoughts.
Can’t face the possible consequences.
For we don’t know if we’re real.
Silence has revealed
more than ever before.
Maybe we’ll never even get there.
Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore.
Perhaps our minds made us believe
that we could decide…
but we know better, we know better.
It’s a reality we can’t achieve.
Even though I still remember
the things we used to say;
the plans we made together…
That doesn’t matter anymore.
So as I watch you disappear,
I keep on walking alone
with all these memories still clear;
wishing they were already gone.
Evil Seed
I
Your true self is hidden.
It’s lived within you for years;
aching to be free,
consuming all of your fears.
II
Let it out through words.
Let it out through shout.
Have no mercy with the enemy.
Get them out of the way.
III
Every breath you take,
every mistake you make
has led you to this very moment.
Your true destiny and mission.
IV
You know what you are.
You know what you’re made of.
It gives your life meaning.
It makes you keep going.
The Nausea
The consequence of an accidental life
has made me waste energy.
I feel how I’m dying inside.
I can barely appreciate beauty.
If any…
I realize I haven’t felt complete.
Read the pages of my book:
am I not a stranger?
Trapped in a little planet forever?
I stare at these creatures.
They have what I don’t.
They think they have everything;
the truth is, they’re nothing.
My spirit is leaving through my breath.
The rejection of feeling anything at all.
Will I find release in the death?
Is there any cure for this sickness?
If I could only throw up…
A different kind of silence
I
Contemplation.
Words aren’t necessary;
gestures and glances
are the ones that make sense.
Expression.
I talk, you contemplate;
you talk, I contemplate.
Laughter in between.
II
Irritation.
One of us stands up
to go away.
Indifference expresses itself.
Rejection.
Pushing aside the glory days.
Finding the right words
for the painful phrases.
III
There’s a different kind of silence.
The one that hurts the most…
You’re here today;
then you disappear,
and I never see you again.
Two Strangers
I
All alone, and calm.
Longing for some company,
but if I don’t have any
I’ll be fine no matter what.
Then I realize you’re around;
and I can’t stand it.
If you’re staying,
I’m not sleeping.
You’re decided to not leave.
What do you want from me?
I have nothing to give.
Nothing but my loneliness.
Is that enough?
II
I see you every night.
I know why you’re here…
I’ve finally got to understand.
No need to explain yourself.
That’s alright.
Now you’re my company,
now you’re everything I have.
Don’t go like everyone else does.
And I don’t care
if I can’t sleep.
I’ll be fine no matter what.
Just stay. Please.
Morning Fragility
Brand new day.
The sun isn’t warm enough.
I feel so cold,
and so far away from myself.
Still, I pretend I’m okay.
Nothing’s wrong; nothing’s happening.
I can even smile
although I’m dying inside.
I can’t let people stare.
They don’t have to wonder
if anything’s wrong with me.
Questions make wounds deeper.
And I don’t need attention,
I know I’ll be alright.
The world won’t stop spinning;
the sun is still shinning.
Wish a cloudy day embraced me.
Rain would be my only consolation;
I’d rather that beginning
to not die inside.
Anyway, I can easily hide.
No one will ever notice
that I’m afraid of living today;
afraid of waking up every morning.
Of reality and dreams
Woke up in a weird dream.
The strangest place
I have ever been.
Whispers, secrets, and regrets;
all in black and white.
An hourglass controling,
manipulating life and time.
Watching creatures live,
watching creatures die.
But then I felt like them;
I cried like them.
I learned to worry;
I learned to hurry.
On tough situations
I learned to wish
things were different,
and embrace all my afflictions.
The longing that I felt
helped me to remember
none of this is real.
That always made me smile.
It’s just a dream.
Only a dream.
Unkown Destiny
Where do promises go
when the wind’s taken them away?
I see they meant nothing
for we can’t bring them back again.
Plain words you say.
My favorite mistake is believing;
I hope I learned something this time.
Meanwhile…I just grieve.
You failed; I failed,
and the world still turns.
The sky is falling on us,
but we can always adjust.
You see promises are forgotten.
It doesn’t matter where they go…
Once the wind’s taken them away
life goes on and on.
In the end, we’re nothing but dust.
