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She used to love the sea

Chasing forgotten dreams,

Taking that silver train

To that faraway place.

I just pray for a nice drink.

The ticket man stops my concetration,

Asks me a simple question,

Hands me a moldy piece of paper,

And says 'See you later!'

The infinite blue sea is the view.

What secret such clear water hold?

While on it's surface, seagulls strew,

And by the coast, people stroll.

The unforgiving train carries on.

Everyone is anxious to arrive.

I have no worries; it's better to be surprised.

At least the brezee is cold.

A thunder breaks the scene.

No more wind, only fear.

Everyone runs, but the train keeps its march.

I do not fret, for I posses a larch.

Now the ocean is noxious ink,

Rough waves whip the sharp rocks,

They flew away, in a blink.

The birds are being eating by hacks.

He's back, the twisted deadman.

He tries to grab my back.

But I stab him with the larch,

Just before burning away, it laughs.

I cry on my seat,

The train keeps moving straight.

I thank her, her last message, in old paper.

I can still hear the bell.

The Jorney will not end.

Neither my restless rage.

I shall never forgive.

How they stole her face.

The train by the sea,

It's carrying me closer to Titania.

The Empress of the fay,

She who put my little sister in the grave.

Diagnosis

The merry-go-round will not stop.

It's futile to cry; everything takes its course.

The storm is rough; it will stay for long.

Under the sheets, I hide from the screams.

I cover my skin in body cream.

My face is free, my conscience is clean.

My redention is nigh

She said, 'Everything will be fine'.

She offered her hands, but I didn't comply.

Those heavy moments shall end soon

Feeling the green under my feet

Letting the cold air caress my cheek

Eyes closed, eating my own dreams

Recalling those night drinks

I'm balancing over the knife edge.

So long, I'll miss you, old friend.

Fresh toast, fried eggs

That morning was a living hell.

I woke up from such a sad slumber.

I poured me some cold water.

Someday, the nightmares will be over.

Now, they are inside my brown jotter.

Vampire

"He's an immortal." 'How can you tell?' "Look at his pace." "He didn't break a sweat."

A young, handsome-looking man running laps under the misty evergreens. Listening to music on a walk-man truly an anachronistic scene.

"I hate those life drainers. A trap made in good manners, Being immune to death, They remind us, How pointless life can end."

'Maybe he feels alone, Being isolated and all Cursed to live the same night As a thousand falls'.

"He's unable to feel. Don't be so gullible. In his veins runs nothing but cold blood. There's nothing real in his smile. A shell, a mockery of man, don't be blind!"

Now the ethereal presence abandons the trees. Having dwelled in countless dark places, Being part of the scenery, never the spotlight Endless drinking, socializing, and expanding his mind…

"I must end this; that's why I call. This will be a deadly brawl. Unless I show him his true self, I need your help to break his charming spell."

Now the morning mist is on the rise. But before the helper could take a stride A soft voice calls his name. inside his head, thus sealing his fate.

'Come, rest with me,' the voice entreats. 'I feel your heart beating alone. Be mine, and you shall never be bored'.

The poor victim smiles with glee. soon to be his forever lover. Left alone, his friend chases a jogging illusion. Both were prey all along, for the mist was the real intruder.

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Ah, those nights regret

A new aperture appeared in my room. Somewhere to scream and fall head-on. I recall my sweet mistress, Eleanore. So fair, kind, and full of love.

Bitter endings and full remorse Memories with her just took their course. Like celluloid melting under summer light Secret kisses in plain sight

But those cold days are just gone. Her pulse, smell, and soul No more cuddles, no more love. A shame that a bunch of pain pills did the job.

I hate those summer nights

Such hardship is to write

When you have a knife embedded in your spine,

The bones passed the sentence this morning.

Myself is gone; no more soul coupling.

Waiting in the bedroom alone

A hot, wet night full of scars

Keep away from his poison; no more trouble.

While in bed, sweating, puking bile

All my life, the bones said in a grave tone.

I was submerged in the bitter black woe

A miracle of the agonizing fate

My deep cuts were in vain.

Ever since that November evening

I feel my open wounds becoming blue.

Once you notice it, you can't stop the hum.

And I should hold my puke whole.

How on earth might I change?

For I only knew pain.

The bones said I possessed the tools.

That I must try and always carry on

The happy word of the day would be book.

Another depressing rant

Anything can happen under the cheery sun.

Someone lost a balloon.

Others their life

But most certainly, their smiles

A lot occurs under the clear blue sky.

Injustice, robbery, and arson

Someone jumped after losing his mind.

There are lots of posters asking for a missing son.

On this nice, warm day

Families are forced to move away.

Genocide, war, and famine are all around the world.

But there's always more show.

While birds are chirping and kids are laughing.

The intelligent missiles are flying

In some other place, an earthquake has begun.

Right now, lots of animals are prey of the commercial hunt.

There is so much work to do.

So much pain and indiference

What's the point? Is there any difference?

Then the madman is the one who lives alone.

Walking home

I was walking on the train tracks alone. While rainy, foggy darkness was surrounding me, I can barely see thanks to my phone. walking next to a ditch stream, knee-deep.

My only witness was a cute little bird. Jumping, flying, chirping, and crying While I'm under my umbrella made of blue. Against the fabric, the water burred

Walking through a deserted rural zone In the distance, I could see the next station light. My trousers are being moisturized, and my head is dry from the storm. But I had to be careful not to jam my shoes on the track.

The night is cold. My hands are shaking. No reflections; I can't see my breath. There is no option but to keep walking. Each step on the quebracho Railroad ties gets me closer to my bed.

Suddenly, a cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. Something was coming, but the little bird told me not to look back. I shall be fine as long as I keep moving forward. It was the entity that was roaming around.

-"Hello young boy", the suave voice said. A sharp pain on my shoulder almost made me faint. But the bird told me not to look back. That's how it gets you, you shall never be seen alive.

-"It's rude to not answer in kind." I could feel a strong grip behind my neck. I acted as if I didn't care; I carried on with my long steps. But the presence was persistent enough to be contemplated.

-"If you don't talk to me, you'll regret it now!" The bird could not speak up, for it was pulled back fast. The last thing the birdie could tell was not to look back. Now we were alone—it and I.

I tried to run to the next station light. It was in vain; I was far away. And the creature was clawing my legs. -"It's over, young one; you shall be a nice dessert."

Ears on the wet ground I couldn't help it, but I laughed aloud. Its claws lifted my face. -"What's so funny, or did you just lose your head?"

With a quick kick, I made it stumble to the tracks. -"The train is almost here, you ghastly clown," and then I got up. The wretched-looking thing did not understand. But the train took all its remains to the moon and out.

Emerging from the dark fog The silent metal snake carried out its route. From that night forward, I did not travel alone. Because I can see it's wicked grin when I keep my eyes close.

When it rains

I write when it rains. As if all my pains are washing away. When such a dark miracle shakes the window panes,

Only the taste of his blood makes sense. It allows me to be back in reality, past the tense darkness. While his feeble body lays comfortably on my bed.

Or something like that alone, I would pen aloof. While listening, the rain drops fall from the roof. I wonder if the clouds can see me now; surely they will send proof.

My face is blank, and thousands My inner voice is morphing into the same I shift my body, not my shame.

If only I could be relaxed, free of judgment. While water drips from the firmament Thinking of how to avoid my permanent fate

The only leak I have is predictably in my heart. stepping on puddles of my own hope, crying aloud. I have no option but to follow my own white cloud.

A little incident

He was walking by the street so as to buy some bread. But a witch came and declared: "Boy, you're so lame! Let me convert you into a frog instead."

Zap! Everything went south real fast! The poor champ skipped away. To the bakery, alive or dead!

However, the powerful woman wasn't done. She hopped on the broom and flew behind. She cried, "Hold on! There's something else I must tell you." But the frog increased the rhythm and managed to lose her.

The poor frog was rushing through his thoughts. He needed the fresh, baked bread. But now it would be difficult, since he forgot his pocket change.

The little green amphibian was resting by the water fount. Until the witch surprised it and took off high on her black broom. "You're trapped, and now you shall be my familiar!" But the frog had other plans and shot its tongue into her eye.

Both plummeted inside the fount. With a single dip, the witch into green bubbles dissolved. And the boy, frog no more, took Every single penny the sorcerer had in her purse.

A short conversation

The old-fashioned red telephone rang. The sound was heard in every corner of the house. Weirded out, the one drinking coffee started to answer. It was a friend who two days ago kicked the bucket.

-- But why are you calling me? Asked the one whose coffee was turning cold. -- I missed you, and I want to check how you are doing. -- That's very kind, but you are not supposed to be talking to me.

In the small studio, the conversation went on. While outside, there was a howling storm. With dry sweat on his chest, The coffee drinker pressed the handset on his head.

-- I can't see very much from here; I'm not in the mood to move. -- That's because you are affected by a lack of life. -- Don't be silly; it happens all the time!

Surreal, yet so mundane Who would have guessed? A dialogue with a recently lost friend But the living one was now impatient.

-- I mean, you're deceased, you are not supposed to contact me. -- I reckon so, but it wouldn't hurt to talk while having some tea. -- Do you drink? But you didn't like it!

A sigh was heard from the other side. It was clear that the lost one was ready to puke it all out. And what he said made our drinker pale for quite a while.

-- life is what happens between lunches. I forgot to exist, and it took a few punches. I know it's manipulative, but please do not be mean. and accept my sincere apology.

The not-so alive one hung up the phone. What's more ghastly than guilt and woe? What's more unforgivable than lost love? From the small studio, a cry was heard that lasted a month.

3:45 am monologue

Sometimes I don't feel like part of humanity. More like a fake and empty emulator A mimic, unable to feel empathy

Sometimes, I fail to recognize myself in the mirror. Smiling and winking back at me, confused. Unsure what makes me so happy, a puzzle to be solved.

When I'm alone, the world dissolves into gray. No more observers; my essence is fixed in place. It's becoming difficult to avoid myself.

I keep repeating that everything will be okay. With what face do I claim? If I cannot keep myself awake For my dreams are nothing but dreadful recollections of past mistakes.

Afraid of everything, I live in despair. So much so that I forget to take a deep breath. Only unconsciousness allows me, briefly, to change the pace.

For those like me, I bid you farewell. Be your days better than the last sour taste. Don't forget to call them; they prefer you alive and sane.

Saturday night rush

In the distance are neon lights. I hate those crowded pubs. Too much noise, too much chaos, and too much vigor Enough to shake your ego.

Someone taught me how to inhale. Without warning, the pretty lights overtake. Soon, I start to dance and lose my nerve. Everything seems to be a celluloid layer all over again.

Sweaty shapes and colors under the electronic sound invisible groping and hugs between my laughs Soon I'm all yours, both kissing on the latex couch. Hearing all the pandemonium inside my lungs

I found myself in your room, on your bed. Inside the linen sheets, deep in the embrace You are kindly talking about our future while caressing my head. I'm listening, letting my feelings for you finally rest.

Emanations from a desperate mind

There used to be a library in the middle of the sea. Almost touching the starry sky, as shelves stood the trees. A library that holds every story to be seen.

But you found it empty, in complete disuse. You're looking for a single small, pale book. In this vast desolation, it's waiting for you.

Written in gold, it's called "The things you like." quite obvious for those know-alls who don't care or mind. However, you want to learn more about your essence.

The library is endless; you shudder for what's lurking beneath the cold waves. With strong winds, you let the small boat move again. Maybe the next row of trees might have a clue as to where to find your soul.

Thoughts on the last night train

At night, reality seems fake. Through the train window, I see building silhouettes. An image on top of the other, so there's a future to make.

Is it shyness, or did I really make a mistake? His touch, aura, and passion seem rehearsed. Nice hugs turned to claws, cutting me like cake.

Do I forget to talk? Why can't I speak? His torso is now over me, and I feel his mad heartbeats. I'm drowning, I can't breathe, and he is kissing my cheek!

I'm hurt, but I don't cry. Deep inside, I enjoyed all of that. Now my future is another nocturnal destination.

Have a nice day!!

How can a nice day produce such a fright? What's behind the pale clouds? Is it a wing? Or is it a horse?

The sound was deafening. Everyone cried in agony. For they have returned.

What on earth is this? Am I insane or full of bliss? the light, should I touch it? afraid. Am I afraid to be left behind?

The first damn one was vaporized. Some woke up, others were still entranced. There's no point in rescuing them.

No, it's dangerous… Or did I imagine it? So marvelous, so pure, why is getting close? I must run away from here… But why would I do that? Why is it blinking? What am I looking at?

A violent stream could be heard from miles There were people a second ago; now there are salt piles. Those who survived will never again see the sun.

The chase is on

The chase is on. It's pointless to look back. She was running wild. While her persecutor follows by

Small steps full of hatred Echoes through still dark hallways One mistake, and it's over.

The chase will never end. She has created karma in her soul. Her shadow is what hunts her. So they can be again whole.

Small steps full of woe The dark wooden door is blocked. Now the persecutor touches her cheekbone.

The chase has concluded. They are coming back home. Old personalities begin to dissolve. While the heart yearns for a safe return.

Have you ever wanted to be someone else?

I'm now a proud jellyfish; don't mess around. Mama and Papa used to fight a lot. One day I put my foot down, But he didn't care; he's a brutal man.

After that, Cindy woke up. Mama, from that day on, called me love. She told me that I'm her little princess and to be strong. To not look behind and keep walking non-stop

She taught me how to paint my face with a smile. Now I feel well and alive. If I look at my reflection, I can't see a broken man. Sometimes I wonder why I had to endure all of that.

In 24 hours...

24 hours is such a long time. especially for those who want to hook up. My body yearns for his touch. I want to wake up.

My heart doesn't want me to sleep. I can't breathe. I need him! His delicious embrace To rest on top of his chest.

I miss his hypnotic scent. A couple of cuddles, and I lose myself. Please do not stop I belong to you.

In less than a day My dry dream will melt away. By tomorrow noon I will be kissing you.

While the rain pours

empty, wet street We were under a robust tree. An umbrella made of leaves

Silver-gray sky Waiting for the storm to pass by It was in vain, but we had to try.

Being close to each other We start to share our warm Our lips are now in touch.

The storm may stop But ours has just begun. Time will tell if everything has a point.

Electronic Sleep

A place with electric lights Filled to the brim with virtual minds Looking for beauty and following a true path A phosphorous room where no one can run.

You might open and close the door. But your image stays the same. You may ask for forgiveness. But processes don't hear your pain.

Everything is a boundless map. but we know it's all planned. The ghost on your pane Are a product of your intake.

The world was made by winners. It's pointless to change fate. Let the pretty images take you away. Let the androids dream instead.

Yellow Sheets

Yellow-striped sheets I can't sleep. She's looking at me. Like a tigress hiding on top of a tree.

She keeps me warm at night. She gently puts her fingers against my lips. I can't escape her white smile. She tucks me back in.

My face is embraced by her delicious heartbeat. Her touch is smooth against my hair. Little by little, I give in. While she whispers a mellow prayer.

Several questions at night

Have you ever had an endless dream? illusions of being alive, Christine. Do you like the taste of lips in rouge? What kind of person do you take me for?

Have you ever looked in the mirror at midnight? Those eyes, like a starless nocturnal sky What did you see? I couldn't think. How on earth are those windows still intact?

I was trapped in a silk pink fabric. Abandoned in a corner of your room. Did you hear my heavy breathing? Or do you just sit there alone?

Reason is not your guide. It's pointless to sit and talk. Do you still have the time? Could you give me those hours back?

I opened the door and said goodbye. But you continued to cry. No more; I put the fabric over you. I will never use that reflective door.

Rolling the dice

Rolling the dice What will it be? which form will grant me. Away from fate, to become someone else

Will I be a pal or gal? Should I be dead or alive? probability: 50/50, even or odd? Tall or short? I don't know.

What are my options? Is it true or false? Can I be free from woe? I don't want to be alone. I need someone else to grow.

My hand shakes in distress. Will my memories be the same? Is my soul lucky as well? Is it too late? or do I really need a second chance?

The red die rolls, Silence took over the room. Feeling dizzy, the young one collapsed. A maelstrom of sensations is passing by.

Suddenly, the new one remembers, With clear joyfulness, They are playing true or dare. And they dare to kiss each other, until the end of this era.

Dreamy Smiles

Dreamy smiles, Nice cotton hugs, Smoking cigarettes at night, Watching the rain fall.

Inside the bed-sheets Letting time pass by, One second feels like being in Mars. One kiss is like being alive.

Weekend promises are now today. No more poisonous grey wait, Let the feeling take you away. Let the raw passion make you whole again.

Now they're alone, Cuddling with eyes closed, The storm might reign outside, But their world sleeps with them tonight.

Waiting for a Car

Waiting for a car. Cold street night, Looking at how people talk, Dancing clowns in the park.

Adults are drinking in the warm bar. Delicious displays are full of pie. Black, dry coffee is steaming from the cups. While my bones are crying mad.

Now clouds are stealing the stars. I almost felt a presence touching my arm. The vehicle is here, and the doors are ajar. A pleasant hug inside while the rain pours down the night.

Blue Strawberry

Blue Strawberry Walking by the street Amazed by such lovely boutiques Green thoughts, yellow felicity

I used to be loved. Sharing pink phrases Lots of red thoughts Drinking down brown praises

Freezing cold blue with milk Toasted with some aquamarine Our favorite dessert When we used to share mistakes

Now, the present is here. Colored me impress The Black Day still has a gift to send. Blue strawberries to my dearest friend

A Midsummer Night's Melancholia

With dry lips, she contemplated the night Lonely, sad and thirsty for such a long time, She cried for she didn't know how, but her memories of glee turn to sorrow dust.

It was a still and silent summer night. On top of the world, she behold the closed house Once filled with laugh, now it's empty with shouts Anything not bolt to the ground, now is resting by the street light.

One step in front of the other, The dulled naked feet, step down By the edge of the moonlight She contemplated the summer night

Her cries were heard by no one except for the wind, Now sitting, arms crossed, eyes closed, gentle weep The cheery night did not care for her, Only when they were together everything seemed to be OK.

Now loneliness was by her side, Better forgotten than being forced to smile Yearning some rest and peace of mind Hoping to drink clear sky by the next morning light

Dear Old Lucy

Dear Old Lucy, she never came back. She sailed alone, to a far away land. Nor sea or the drowned knows her whereabouts. Only the silence of the wind, might calm her down.

They used to quarrel and shout so much. The booze and smoke, let her dream a quiet life But fists and poison, cut all of that Only the silence of the breeze, might wake her up

Tragedy and fate are looking for Lucy She has a great debt to pay However, her naked steps were never heard The only witness, was her dead friend

Dear Old Lucy, she never came back She sailed alone, to a far away land Nor sea or the drowned knows here whereabouts for she has cheated death at such stormy night