Forever and ever together

In the weary muscles of your arm,
there my head lays
where it can reach me no harm
that's what my heart says.

I would trade everything for you,
so you wouldn't ever have to die
I would give my life for yours
between us there is no lie.

My heavy heart is in anguish
with so much fear of losing you
before we can get together forever.

I hope we don't feel it vanish
while our love is still true
I can't say goodbye to you ever.

Tattoo

I want to stay in your body
as a tattoo to remind you
of who we are
and give you strength
to carry on
with who you want to be.

And to perpetuate myself
as your slave
that you try to drag and push and pull
but I remain in your maze.

Playing on your back
as a swirling ballerina
that kind of gets you high,
or a dolphin or a boat,
an anchor in your marina,
or maybe I'll just be the cross,
heavy to bare on your feet,
that carves your meat,
deep inside, as your boss.


In the end, I'll be the scars,
that scribble your body
and remain behind bars,
while you go out with some hottie
and I weigh in your arms and back and forth
but you don't feel them.

Home is where the heart is.

Why do you all go precisely to the places where temptation to fall is custom-made for you?

The first times seem like heaven, a bliss to forget all your past and memories, pretend you're someone else, starting all over.

But soon enough you won't be able to continue, to linger sustaining your false new world.


I'm always the one holding the camera, I'm always the one who takes your picture.

Thoughts and memories that you forgot for some time, come to chase you again in the blink of the night.

He who has skeletons in the closet, is just like a snail, can't run away fast enough to forget them because they're all making weight on your back and leaving behind a track of who you really are.

How can you go away, far away, from where the confort of love and protection is? If you have them, why try to get them somewhere else? Will you grow in the jump that you make into the world? I hope you do.

Grudge by Alanis Morissette

Fourteen years
Thirty minutes
Fifteen seconds I've
Held this grudge

Eleven songs
Four full journals
Thoughts of punishment
I've expended

Not in contact
Not a letter
Such communication
Telepathic
You've been vilified
Used as fodder
You deserve a piece
Of every record

But who's it hurting now?
Who's the one that's stuck?
Who's it torturing now
With an antique knot in her stomach?

I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge that's grown old
All this time I've not known
How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
Clean of slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us

Like an abandoned house
Dusty covered
Furniture
Still intact
If I visit it now
Will I simply re-live it
Somehow gratuitous

But who's still aching now?
Who's tired of her own voice?
Who is it weighing down
With no gift from time of said healing

I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge that's grown old
All this time I've not known
How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
Clean of slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us

Maybe as I cut the cord
Veils will lift from my eyes
Maybe as I lay this to rest
Dead weight off my shoulders will rise

Here I sit
Much determined
Ever ill-equipped
To draw this curtain
How this has entertained
Validated
And has served me well
Ever the victim

But who's done whining now?
Who's ready to put down
This load I've carried longer than I had cared to remember

I want to be big and let go
Of this grudge that's grown old
For the life of me I've not known
How to rest this bygone
I wanna be soft and resolved
Clean of slate and released
I wanna forgive for the both of us.

Unforgiven

I have missed you all these years
but I couldn't tell you
I have loved and suffered for you
but I couldn't scream it out.
You had asked me to love you without you
as you loved me without me.
It sounds easy, carries no worries
but it's all a lie, as we make up stories
to prevent us from crashing, and die.

Lost and unforgiven we roam the Earth;
our love is a vivid memory, past,
but carved in a stone.
There is no chance for us,
though we'll always be together in a beach
walking on the sand,
we won't ever be each other again.
I remember you now & then
and I miss the times
when we could call each other "Friend".

everybody thinks I'm strange

I wake up late in the afternoon
and everybody thinks I'm strange
I know my head is on the moon
and I'm always in a circle of change.

Sometimes I speak my mind
but that's really quite rare
because I notice what others find
in who they might think I am.

You might say I don't like people
but that is not quite the truth
just because I'm stuck in my room
lying doesn't make it more smooth.

Everybody thinks I act weird enough
to fill the criteria of mental craziness
I guess no one bothers to know me well
before they send me straight to hell.