Soul Searching...

Soul searching

I was happy once upon a time
Can’t quite remember when…
Lost beyond eternity and rhyme
My heart will never mend…

I can’t wake from this dream
Bound by shackles of sadness
My other worldly screams
Will surpass all my madness…

One would long for peace of mind
But I just want to stop the voices.
I am the feeling you want to bind,
All the error in your choices…

I go on with my meaningless existence,
While others hear talk of a better day.
I fight and put up a weak resistance
While everyone else stops to pray…

Pictures of You

Your silence kills the joy in me... my breath slows down, my dreams are empty, my heart stops, the light fades out... I wander the streets with no destination just to kill time and stop thinking about what ails me... When I looked deep into your eyes I saw myself staring back at me and I crawled out of the world and died... I wish I could say all the right words but words could never bind what is broken...

All that's left is silence

All that’s left is silence

This room is silent,
Bursting with fear…
The echo so violent
Brings you near…
I’m somewhere else…
I’m someone else…
I’m in a dream.
And your scream
Echoes with violence
And falls deeper into silence…
One simple thought
Makes me numb…
I don’t want to get caught
But I’m under your thumb.
I scream to end violence
But all around me there’s silence…
Can anybody hear me?
Can anybody free me?
Will anybody hear me?
Can anybody see me?
The silence will grow
While time moves slow…
I need some guidance
But all that’s left is silence…

Tonight...

O poema seguinte foi escrito num guardanapo de papel, num bar (não me lembro qual) sob a influência de (muito) alcool... :) - qualquer semelhança com a realidade é mera coincidência (ou não).

Normalmente gosto de observar o que se passa à minha volta e escrever sobre o que vejo, inventando histórias e situações que só poderiam mesmo existir no meu mundo perverso. Neste caso, a história foi criada porque observi um casal a discutir ao balcão do bar... e eu resolvi escrever qualquer coisa para ocupar o meu cerébro durante o processo de alcoolização...

Tonight

You looked so good
I couldn’t breathe
I wondered if I should
Ask to buy you a drink…

But you were with her
And didn’t care for me
I was just a blur
How could I make you see?

I’d treat you right
I know I’m not her
But we’d never fight
Of that I am sure…

One day she’ll leave you
And I’ll still be free
What can you do?
I’ll make you love me…

Do not go gentle into that good night...

I spent the whole day yesterday reading poetry searching for some glimpse of hope, emotion or even inspiration and I stumbled upon this poem by Dylan Thomas that I had forgotten about. I am so glad I found it again because it did bring me what I was looking for... hope... emotion... inspiration. And so I decided to share with all of you his beautiful words:

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Wanting and Longing

I am weary of this life,
I want to slowly slip away.
With a prick of a sharp knife
Stop sleeping while I’m awake…

I surrender myself to you
As you walk away with style.
I wish I knew what to do
To make you stay for a while…

So I slowly lose my pride and my mind
As I build a thirst for something new.
Wanting what I can’t have nor find
Longing for someone like you…