sexta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2017

keep repeating
how to swim
how to swim

sorry for not telling about the stupid things
stupid words
and stupid - NO the flowers aren't
but the stupid ceilling

running through chemical paths
following the rabit
surviving
torpid - NO 
just breathing

drugs and booze
the sure way to lose
losing the game
no no no no no
lo-losing
me

poisoned by imaginary things

This is the end, the redemption
Of savagery.
Death for your ghosts.
Your ghosts who love to eat your dreams.
Your ghosts that keep all in secret
Behind your tonsils
And screams.

You are one of this ghosts.
Looking, contemplating what you always feared
No colors, no sabors, no smells

You are one of this ghosts
Aren't you ashamed?

You're too busy to see
You're too busy too fucking see

Loosing control
But saying the opposite.

Spiders running thru your body
Webs in your lungs

And even when they are already in your stomach
Devouring all that remains

You
         continue
                           to
                                     say

'' I'm always controlling ''
But never really understanding
How gently
They keep hypnotizing

You

segunda-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2016

Spiders


A poor body that breaks into ashes If you pay attention you'll hear the broken glass falling, colliding until they stick together in webs. The spiders into your spine devour your stupid dreams of glass getting stronger and stronger with this voracious compulsion native of Death. The webs cling to whole lungs consuming the air and spreading all over the ribs at a tremendous speed. And even if everyone warns you of the deadly poison you'll continue to see a miserable spider that walks by your fingers and gently hypnotizes you until she has
full control over you

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domingo, 27 de novembro de 2016

Snakes

I open my mouth and 
it slips through my body
slithering down
a Python

In each movement I count the seconds
like a metronome
constant rhythm

Before i think she could ruin me

one, two, three 

She goes back to my mouth 
so i can barely breathe

love in the night

sábado, 26 de novembro de 2016

etc

e é mentira
o cansaço continua como sempre. 
tenho medo 
do próximo rasgo na garganta 
e não me aquieto
por saber 
que pode estar perto. 
a vontade acaba sim,
infelizmente, isso que muda. 
o trago cada vez mais rápido,
sem respiração
sem um pingo de luta. 
o famigerado labirinto 
ainda me persegue 
e realmente 
o que eu quero 
nunca muda
tudo se escondeu 
atras da grama alta,
todo o resto de mim. 

grama alta. 
nada que uma navalha não corte. 


quinta-feira, 24 de novembro de 2016

If you could hear what she says it would be something like this

Hello, darling, don't you want to go out tonight?

You are so alone in here...
Stop swallowing that fucking smoke.
You don't even like the taste.

My dear, come — look through my eyes.
You will not see weight.
I say this is what you want.
Shh...
Don't open your mouth, you don't need to.
You just need me!

I know you. I know what you're thinking.
Trust me, I'm not dangerous at all.
Shut your mouth and we can be friends!
I will accompany you everywhere — until we become one.
You'll never be alone again.

Don't be afraid of me. I will try not to charge you much,
I promise.
But you know — for your goals,
big changes need to be made.
I can help you, sweetheart.
If you obey me, you'll have everything you want.

Come on, look at this mirror.
You can see the stupid words stuck in your curves,
and this weird thing you call a “body.”
I hate this view too.

Well, you'll have to do several things,
but understand: it's for your own good, darling.
I'll leave you thin. And delicate. And soft.
Like a little flower...

I almost forgot to tell you about the dizziness...
They're not a problem — don't worry, love.
They're just reminders that I'm still here, helping you, breathing with you.
Did you think it would be easy? In time, it will get better. I'm sure of it.

But be quiet — I'm your precious secret.
You don't want them trying to stop you, do you?
Right. So don't try to gulp everything. Remember: don't lose control.
We know how this shit tastes like shame, and you don't need that.
You're starving for something other than food.

Soon, you'll be kneeling for me,
begging me to stay,
crawling back to me — because I have your hopes,
and I’m all that you want.

I can't wait for us to be great friends, lovely girl.




Texto Baseado No Seguinte Vídeo Poesia:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HxU58fvgYw