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Where are u now?

 so yet again i turn to words,...what seems  u can not receive... 

deeply ....immensely profound is what i felt feel and keep feeling for,...you hid your intentions, and projected your misconceptions... time wasnt of the essence, cause i was offering u my time, my life.

what i entrusted you with wasnt simply what u could fathom with ur seemingly narrow view, i dare not say if  u are more afraid of falling on the abyss than to reach the other side.

mistrusted or misjudged,...i never would never partake judging ur mistakes, ur errors...you would clutch on to mine to make me enclosed,....did i mind? i wanted to be smothered by you...

i just begged you for time,...as drops that swindled from a ever melting iceberg, with ur mudded and faulty judgment u spewed words of barricade and trenches, freezing me more sub zero with time

 its as if u hid in a battlefield in which i wanted ur warmth and u wanted to run,..run u did unbeknownst to my awareness, i before lacked on how to love, i was beginning to be thought by you, as of now im incapble of adoring and am also incapable of closure ..... i am still unaware of the why, but im hopeful of the when....
 ill never stop trying to reach u
as long as we both draw a breath from our shells may we meet,...
sincerely eagerly waiting to be yours

heist

I am not a machine not a robot,
u wove a spell, im not under lock
i see your feeders all day, in spite
my smile and patience u receive.
Endurance and patience despite
i still stand alone i believe?

just when i think im set, i see her

Agrides o meu tico, aniquilas o meu teco
és me uma devassa, sou te um badameco.
Do pescoço a boca, assim te remeto

com um olhar casto, és o caminho predilecto.

Adversa ao avanço, jogas na retranca
não tens fechadura, mas sim cadeado arrombado

Ludicrous

Cause it never stops, the screaming inside my head
Cause it never ends, echoing throughout my guts
conscious still drops, can i live inside that egg?
growing more fends in my skull, becoming nuts.

Limbo

Atitudes e morais recessivas
nestas palavras escondo que não esqueço

as facadas e adagas consecutivas,

ecos, gestos e protestos de arremesso.

Deambulando na marca de explosão

como um díodo, dínamo, absorvo

 as cicatrizes que não tem contenção

a mascara não cai, por ser um corvo

com sorriso de hiena, sempre opaco
não sou de vingança nem esperança

tempo urge, eu sobrevivo sem dar cavaco

resido entre a tempestade a a bonança.

Inverno

De humildade e frio nos dedos,
se faz olhar feroz e petrificado,
o sopro das assombrações é gélido
e temeroso criador de medos.

No firmamento uma escala de cinzento
sombras pálidas, dia obscuro
camadas e decoração de estilo opulento
uma índole quente, eu procuro