17 February 2014
I have to sleep with cold snakes on my bed.
Let them cover me from my toe to head.
I have to sleep with them and fear no more.
Let them fill me from the outside to my core.
I have to dream and fly with the night crows.
Let them cover the day from high to low.
I have to fly with them and be one of them.
Let them fill me with wrath under my skin.
I have to crawl with spiders on the wall.
Let them cover me while I climb and fall.
I have to crawl with them in the cobwebs.
Let them fill me with silk like bloody red.
I have to hide in the dark like bats at the ceiling.
Let them cover me with wide and hairy wings.
I have to hide with them for I am a dark being.
Let them fill me with rage and amok feeling.
30 November 2013
I get annoyed with the colors on your cheeks
And the bloody wax that covers your lips.
But who am I to complain of what I supposed to seek?
You will never be the one that I am to keep.
I don’t want to look at you and mess my day
Because it is not I who should count your ways.
But who am I to complain, and what should I say?
You will never be the one because you will never stay.
I’m sorry to tell you what you’re not supposed to hear
And I shouldn’t be telling you what you can’t bear.
But who am I to complain of what I always fear?
You will never be the one who’s worth of my tears.
2 November 2013
I have to close my eyes so I can see.
To see things what they supposed to be.
To witness what they do against me.
I have to close my eyes for me to see.
I have to zip my lips so I can speak.
To say the words that I can’t take.
To shout to the world that I am not weak.
I have to zip my lips for me to speak.
I have to cover my ears so I can hear.
To pay attention to what is unclear.
To listen to the noise of the world of fear.
I have to cover my ears for me to hear.
I have to stop my heart so I can feel.
To touch one’s soul made of steel.
To care to those hearts that need to heal.
I have to stop my heart for me to feel.
22 June 2013
It don’t matter if the sunshine will not be visible.
It don’t matter if the rain will never fall.
It don’t matter if the stars are so far away.
It don’t matter when the moon does not display.
It don’t matter if the road is winding and long.
It don’t matter if I’m weak and you’re strong.
It don’t matter how ugly I am when I cry.
It don’t matter and I don’t ask why.
It don’t matter if tears are in my eyes.
It don’t matter how you said goodbye.
It don’t matter how many times you break my heart.
It don’t matter how much I am hurt.
It don’t matter what I have to do.
It don’t matter what I am to you.
It don’t matter what it’s going to be.
What matters is what you are to me.