miércoles, 12 de julio de 2017

Monster II

I've built a dream house full of light upon the ashes of this war of mine. I've let it grow fast in my mind. The spring reveals my lonely soul in its abnormal entirety. And there's no way I will escape from all the memories undying.
The gaze of terror ran in pursuit after me, caught me at full moon and killed me by dawn. And now this monster grows healthy and pure in the roots of my heart.

Don't even bother asking, I'm not okay.
Someday I'll face my demons, but not today.

lunes, 1 de mayo de 2017

Monster I

I watched desperately how autumn leaves kept falling around me, through endless days of miserable darkness. No giving up, no closure. The dirty rain found so many ways to get lost into the woods, but not a single colour was found that day. And it's always been this way. I felt the scream growing inside me like a devouring monster, restless, tireless. It wouldn't go away. Not in this cage I'd built for it, closed with a lost key.

I've stopped counting the tears I manage to contain. I've cried no more ever since.

martes, 25 de abril de 2017

Bury me

When my memories remain no more
bury me with all that you've got.
Clean all the wounds that I have let grow
and drink all the blood that is poured on the floor.

Carry me to the end of this vanity
while you find your way back home,
just forgive me for the battles that I lost.


sábado, 15 de abril de 2017

Who the fuck cares

Night's not my thing.
Tonight I've borrowed some falsity
to behave like someone I'm not.
I've tried another time to be the one
I would like to be.

But reality comes crashing once again,
as I'm no one.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of this normality,
as I don't feel like I belong to it.

I've ran away one more time
from those I want to be with.
Who do I go to, where do I call.

Just hang my feelings,
cos' I don't want to have them anymore.
Is this a poem, is this a letter.
Who the fuck cares.

viernes, 24 de marzo de 2017

Moonlight

I've found the ashes of my will to live
reflecting on the moonlight,
isolated from the shadows that I breed.

I've gathered dying roses shining bright
under the mantle of the lies you bled,
and now I feel the silence that is left.

Battlefield

I offer no beligerance towards this war of mine,
cos' there's no innocence in battlefield.
The blood I swore I would protect has found its time
over the darkest ground I've ever seen.

Will I find myself among the murderers of light?
Should I break into tears for my enemies at night?

There's this piano piece I'm playing on repeat,
it just will not get out of me.
There's this melody that pacifies the pain
over a broken heart that needs to cry.

martes, 11 de octubre de 2016

Este demonio

Otro poema que añadir al festival de mis locuras;
hoy amanece nublado y el celeste se purpura,
hoy está de luto mi ilusión diurna.

Mis caminos se bifurcan entre abismos y murallas
y no anhelo más consuelo que el de nunca sentir nada,
no hallo más desesperanza por mi afán de no perder:
no rehúso mis canciones por las que me diste ayer.

Se despierta en mi consciencia la casi reminiscencia
de memorias que me apenan y devoran.

Sigue despierta mi lucha por la llama del demonio,
este demonio que invade mis pensamientos,
este demonio que encuentra escarmiento,
este demonio que quiero de vuelta.