Category Archives: Poetry

Gray

In gray skies I dream my dreams,

Of love and loss, of days far gone.

In gray skies I feel the spirit,

Of a man so sad he is bound to laugh.

In gray skies a see a face,

Made of rain, warm bread and a calm smile.

In gray skies,

In rainy days,

A sunless earth full with life.

Todas las canciones

Todas las canciones me reuerdan a ti
Todas las letras me hablan de ti

In every song my silent soul
Screams in agony and love

De cada estrofa cuelga mi corazon,
Salvaje y libre que vive solamente por ti.

 

Dear you

Dear you in the darkness, dear you at the razors edge, dear you with the dying heart.

Hear me and head me, or maybe not. In calmness and stillness I draw the blood myself.

The blood that drips and drops and slithers through me and over me. Red, slippery, coppery.

Life so small, so bright so red . . . My heart beat taking me away.

I feel the death, I feel the sting, I feel the fear.

Blinding.

Blinding in the light, and darknes. I sit very still, waiting to die. But I don’t.

Dear darkmes, I can not feel your hand in my throat. Gasping for air as you tighten your grip.

I want the pain, I want the blood, I want the warmth of your self inside me.

Drip, drip, drip . . . Red and red and black mad sharp. How sharp? So sharp I won’t feel a thing.

But I will feel it. I am numb.

I slide the razor through my arm, a thin red line. A thin. Red line.

The pulse slowly, slowly and then. Them the warmth of death and Dear You, my darkness. My darkness with your tongue between my legs.

 

If I Love You

If I love you and I don’t tell you,
Is because I love you,
And I don’t want to lose you.

If I love you and I don’t tell you,
I’m sure you already know it,
And I don’t want to lose you.

If I love you and I don’t tell you,
Is because I’m afraid,
Afraid that you don’t love me.

If I love you and don’t tell you,
Is because I know you’ll be afraid,
And you will run away from yourself and what you feel.

If I love you and I don’t tell you
Is because I love you,
So there it is.

I die

I die a little when you are mean to me, because I love you.
I die a little when you don’t ask me out to concerts, because I love you.
I die a little when you don’t answer my texts right away, because I love you.
I die a little when you are silent to my questions, because I love you.

I understand why you are mean to me, because I love you.
I know why don’t ask me out to concerts, because I love you.
I know¬†you don’t have to answer my texts right away, because I love you.
I respect your silence, because I love you.

Because I love you,
Because I love you,
Because I love you,
And you don’t love me.