terça-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2007

Hurted Chest

My chest hurts,
And I'm wandering,
"Is my heart,
Or my soul?"
I truly don't know,
I just know that it hurts.
It could be for my memories,
Those from the Past,
Those I want to forget but I can't,
Or maybe,
Is that person that was kind of special for me,
That person that made me dream,
Dream dreams without end,
Without sense,
Dreams that can never be true or real.
That person that now I think was joking with me,
Or,
Maybe not.
I can't be shure of that,
Because I'm not in his head.
But that doesn't matter now.
My chest hurts,
And is a true pain,
A pain that I think,
It won't stop,
Until I discover the problem,
To fix it,
Or not.
Depends of the problem.
There are things that cannot be fix,
Like love,
But still,
It can be forgoten if possible,
If not,
We can't do anythingf.
Only wait.

My Self, My Life...

Now,
I'm feeling realy bad,
Alone,
Without friends.
But it isn't true,
I have them,
I just don't have them with me all the time.
But, still...
It doesn't confort me.
There are people that are always jokingwith me.
But they don't notice,
That are hurting me,
hurting my heart,
And my soul.
All of this,
Make me hate my self,
More and more,
Day after day.
But no one cares.
They play with each other,
They talk about what hapen or,
What they've done,
But me...
They don't recall that I'm there,
And put me outside,
Even without noticing.
But the fault isn't of them,
It's mine...I think so...
I'm just not inside
Of what they think,
They say...everything.
And that makes me sad.
I sometimes think that I'm the most sad person of tha world.
Sad and stupid.
All I do,
All I say,
It always sound me like jokes.
But,
the worst thing is
When I tell why I'm sad or sometyhing
Everyone laughts,
Because they think I'm joking,
Or,
What I've saidis stupid.
But I am how I am,
And the people just don't acept me how I am.
I sometimes,
Wish I could be diferent,
More confident,
More hard,...
Not so shy,
Sot so sad,....
Be diferent,
Be a social person,
With a lot of happiness and smiles to share.
But the only thing I have to share is,
Sadness,
Shy,...
How I wish to be diferent...

Ring

My silver ring,
It is a memories ring.
All I recall,
All my memories,
I remember them by looking into it.
I see what I saw,
I fell what I felt,
I also remember the musics I was hearing in that moment.
But it won't bring me back those moments.
If that was possible,
I would say I won't want them back,
But probably,
I would think I want.
This life is so strange.
We,
Sometimes,say one thing,
And think other,
Just to don't admit the truth,
For fear or something.
But we shouldn't do that,
We should always say the truth,
Because, later we wil think that we should have done other thing,
And that we've done will become a memory,
Like the others,
A memorie to recall,
To think about,
To learn with,
To never do the same mistake again.

sábado, 27 de janeiro de 2007

Your Face


I see your face,
In the mirror,
In the water of the river,
In the clouds of the sky,
In the leafs of the trees.
I see you,
Because I can't forget you,
The way you toch me,
The way you say all those things to me.
I won't forget you,
But I must learn to live without you,
Because I've never loved you,
And you've never loved me.
So,
I think is better this way.
Try to forget me,
And I'll forget you,
And go on with my life.
So,
I only say you one thing,
Goodbye.

The Life

Life is the best thing that they can give us,
Is beautiful,
It has friends, family,...
Everything to live.
You just need one thing,
Know how to live it.

sexta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2007

Waiting

I'm here,
Waiting for you.
Waiting for that moment I've always lost,
When you are near,
And I don't think in anything else but you.
But you aren't coming,
And I'm beginning to think ,
That I am,probably, wasting my time,
Because you won't come,
For me,
For love.

Sun Rise





I'm here,
Alone,
Waiting in the dark.
Waiting for the sunrise.
That sun is you.
And seems that this night will be long,
Because you aren't coming.
I'm cold without your warming rise,
I can't see without your light.
You are my guide,
My light,
My star.
But you still not coming.
You are very far from me.
But i'm hopeless that you can hear me,
Hear my prayers,
And get me out of this shadow.
You are almost here.
I'm getting excited,
Energized.
I'm getting warm,
I can see now,
Now you are already here
to make me complete,
You are here,
My Sun Rise.

Dead Heart


My heart is dead,
And you know why.
It is dead,
Because you made it cry,
Because you've hurt it,
Because you've killed it.
And now,
It is dead,
Broken,
And seems that,
There is no way to fix it.
But I'm hopeless,
I hope that someone can still fix it,
Someone that is going to undo what you've done.
Someone better than you.
Someone that real loves me.


quinta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2007

Leter for You

I'm alone,
Almost sleeping,
But I don't want to sleep.
Not now.
Maybe later,
But not now.
Now I want to live,
To dream,
To love,
To see the most beautiful things of Nature,
See the sun set,
See it by your side.
This is only a leter,
But it says everything:
I think,
I know,
I want,...
Everything.
But it doesn't give me everything of what I'm writting,
It just make you know all of this,
Know what I want to do in my life,
What I want to do with you.

Blue Ocean


So blue are you,
In this beautiful night,
Your beauty is bigger.
You shine like the stars,
Your blue is the blue of a fire of night.
Those creatures that you care,
Make you a sing bird.
You are my water phoenix,
My blue fire in the longest night.
You are my ocean,
My Blue Ocean.

Dedicated to You . . . .

I some times,
Think that I realy hate you,
And you know why.
Because you were joking with me,
All this to years.
But,
In another times,
I forget the reasion I hate you so much.
And I begin to think,
You were joking with me,
And, probably, with some more girls.
I'm almost shure,
That you've never loved me,
Lke I've never loved you.
But,
I don't hate you that much.
I say you thanks,
Because I've learn something with you,
I've learn to NEVER belive in the boys.
And of that lesson,
I own you a thanks.

Fire Bird

Fire Bird,
Mistery of life.
It dies,
It reborns.
But his beauty remains,
Even in another life.
Until the fire comes,
Again.


quarta-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2007

Misterious Night

Night is a mistery, it is a secret,....it is beautiful.

Renegade

Without you,
I'll walk around,
With no place to go,
Without heart,
Without soul.
I'll walk around,
Waiting for you,
If you didn't forget me.
I'll be here,
Screaming in this pain without end,
Until you come to save me.