Cryptic Poetry

2012-02-11T08:02:00.000-08:00

We,

that see so many movies,

have made our life the biggest of them all.

2012-02-04T09:31:00.001-08:00

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” — John Green

2012-02-03T17:51:00.000-08:00

I have nothing.
my only estate is my personal wisdom
acquired through paths of misery and grace.

The Unknown

2012-02-01T12:09:00.000-08:00

I do not recognize your face
from the windows of the Past,
but I know we're on the same pace
because you're not like anyone else.

I can feel your warm embrace
in my filled heart and soul
as I never turn this page
and don't ever feel this whole.

It puzzles me not to know who you are
and what's even worse about it
is that I feel you're some kind of star.

Whenever this undefined doubt flit
back into my weary dreams
I knew only what it seems.

2012-01-24T10:26:00.001-08:00

People think friends are like flour: there's the self-raising, the plain and the all-purpose one.

The Prize.

2012-01-20T10:30:00.000-08:00

No money, no honor, no war to fight but life,
Sometimes there's no winners I realize.

Whatever you do nothing good comes out of it,
Whatever you feel it won't make you any better.

Theses flying thoughts infest my gestures
and I have no actions at all
as I climb on and on in my sins
there's no peek of glory.

You never understood my battles
and couldn't love me more than for a while
couldn't grasp my feelings for you
even though you tried only for a second.

Come now and join me in my demise
Because you're the core of the story
Even more than we can reckon
There was never a possible prize.

Identity

2012-01-16T09:47:00.000-08:00

There are peoples that haven't got themselves an identity, because they don't have enough History and even Culture, or also because they're just a melting pot of other peoples.

No having a identity can be quite confusing. In this world that everything is rushed into judgement not having a definition scares everyone else, not having a definition is seen as threatening.

This world has made our brains divide people in three: white dumb rich know-and-can-all people, black poor and insignificant people, and terrorist suicidal-bombers. Yes, it's true, not just simplistic. Our brains are formatted to make everything we sense fit into concepts that society has created and introduced us to since a young age. That's why we can only see black and white, and then feel grey, and then have a sense of confusion installed when realizing something's not quite right in all the conceptions we've designed.

What's who we are? Is it what's to see or what's to feel? Is it both? How do we negotiate when they're opposites, when the information we obtain just don't add up in our conceptions and appearing so contradictory? Do we ignore them and let the judgement speak louder?

Are we just what people think of us? Or are we much more, or another thing, different than everyone thinks? And if so, who knows us? How do we show who we really are; in order to break all stereotypes that hang upon us?

That's why we are naturally solitary beings mostly.

Can or should we put in order what we are first to last? And how do we do it? Am I first an individual or am I a collective being?

How can we move on if we don't know who we are as individuals and collective beings?

2012-01-10T12:47:00.000-08:00

if people had a conscience and were aware that every single one of them are dying, they would be much better than what they are...

As they don't, they're just a bunch of rotting beings, freaking animalia

2012-01-06T11:23:00.001-08:00

Still a little bit of your taste...

A wonderful world

2011-12-14T09:55:00.000-08:00

There's something about this world
that I know I'll never fully grasp,
just as the musics I'll never listen
and all the landscapes I'll never see.

I know the wind and the water,
and the sky and the earth
will remain after I'm gone
to the land of no return.

I've seen there are many wonders
all throughout this luxurious world
but it saddens me to witness
all the damage that humans make.

I know the animals and the plants,
the way they blossom so beautiful
and the rainbows and sunsets
will always be there for you and me.

But it bruises my heart to feel
that everything that we ruin
is the only thing it's real.

It makes me fall into the deepest abyss
to realize the destruction we made
in this wonderful world as we call.

Sheets of empty canvas

2011-12-11T11:11:00.000-08:00

Long curtains of life pyrocraved with moments of lacey love and trimmed sadness.
I keep ironing them and I don't learn anything new out of them.
My paintings are filled with emptiness and anger and wishes for peace and happiness, turmoils of draped experiences all stamped on the walls.
Remember how we use to be?

Easy lover.

2011-11-30T09:33:00.000-08:00

I am an easy lover
my heart is solely my own
but it's given to another
whose soul is shown.

My hands sleep in his hair
waving thoughts of sinful
desires that I cannot bare
with my body brimful.

Whenever the old skies
present their pink strokes
my relentless heart dies

Imagining constraining ropes
around my old lover's soul
taking it inside me as a whole.

Society, this crazy breed... in Portugal.

2011-11-27T16:09:00.000-08:00

Portugal is one of the European countries who is having to deal with the crisis by asking external financial aid, as Greece and others. Our deficit has reached values that exceed what we can get by cutting our own expenses and by increasing taxes. All in all, it has become a really excruciating scenery to everyone who inhabits Portugal, that's why in the latest years the emigration rose. Young people who don't see any good future perspectives have fled to other countries (like so many friends of mine).

We have been assisting to an overflow of the market, that being too many people to fewer number of job vacancies. Unfortunately since a long time ago, our culture imprinted that we should all strive to have a superior education and now, like me, we all have the degrees but no real application for them. The few positions are occupied by people who already had a comfortable financial background; the power and money seems to move from generation to generation within the families that already own them (a kind of modern oligarch system).

To give you an example of what I'm talking about, most of youngsters that just finished their college are already stuck in Call Centers, not having the possibility to try out in what they've been trained to for so many years.

It's all quite non-sense when you analyse it.

Most people are quite pessimistic about the future, because everyday we're assaulted by the Media with information about how big is our debt (plus the constraining measures that are being taken by the current Government) and how long will it take to have a positive growth. That's what comes out of living too many years above our own possibilities, taking loans and credit, making unnecessary buildings all over (that now are empty and for cheap sale).

Well, it's almost 180 billion euros of debt we're talking about, so it's looking really dark.

(written for an interview)

All I need, by Radiohead.

2011-11-26T11:30:00.000-08:00

I am the next act waiting in the wings

I am an animal trapped in your hot car

I am all the days that you choose to ignoree

You are all I need

I am in the middle of your picture

Lying in the reeds

I am a moth who just wants to share your light

I'm just an insect trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you because there are no others

You are all I need

I'm in the middle of your picture

Lying in the reeds

S'all wrong

S'alright

S'all wrong

S'alright

2011-11-25T17:13:00.000-08:00

I fell and I rose.

There's no one I could love more than I love him; my 1,86m man with hard bones and hard courage :)

I believe.

2011-11-25T10:09:00.000-08:00

If you saw how much I bleed, would you stop hurting me? If you had a slight idea of the expression of my grief,
of my entire pain, would you stop hurting me? Do you know? Is your conscience aware of what you made with me?
In times of war, play dead; there are no winners...
I get myself writing death related issues.
It all started because I found out that love doesn't last much, truly it doesn't exist.

There's a light.

2011-11-23T08:23:00.000-08:00

Deflections. Reflections.
It's all a game of lights. And shadows,
the ones we let exist by merely putting obstacles
to light's passage.

Colorations. Discolorations.
Tinted hearts and suspended birds
freed from their cages.
An mirrors where the light shatters
and rains down on the obstacles.

2011-11-21T19:22:00.000-08:00

I was wondering why my friends never say anything, why they're so unavailable... and then, it hit me: they're just human!

Tears of flesh

2011-11-21T16:21:00.000-08:00

Once I said I would never understand why some people cut themselves, so intentionally as seating down to pick up a pen and start writing, but today I had an epiphany and it was just like a good old friend told me.

He used to cut himself for a long time and now I understand what is the drive, what kind of sensation and feeling pushes one's whole body to do it...

I stood on that verge, on the tip, on the bloody edge and I backed down.

It's the pain in the deepest, that spreads, filling you, sometimes caused only by emptiness, others, by many other reasons accumulated or not, but it's when it gets so unbearable that it seems that you need to cut yourself so that it gets away, leaking from you, through the tears of flesh.

But does it really?
I don't think so, that's why I backed down, away from the vortex of abyss.

2011-11-18T08:34:00.000-08:00

Isn't Capitalism a blast?

We can own everything and nothing at the same time!

It's so illusory and ridiculous, but it's like in those situations when someone important for us dies and we carry on just by breathing; like many things in life it's what we do because it has to be like this to keep us going until we die.

Differences men vs. women

2011-11-16T10:33:00.000-08:00

“There are distinct differences between male and female brains. Female brains have a larger hippocampus, which usually makes them better at attention and memory. Male brains have a bigger parietal cortex, which helps when fending off an attack. Male brains confront challenges differently than female brains. Women are hard-wired to communicate with language, detail, empathy; Men, not so much. It doesn’t mean they are any less capable of emotion; they can talk about their feelings. It’s just that most of the time, they’d really, rather not.”

in Grey's Anatomy, season 8 ep. 4.

Limitless

2011-11-14T07:41:00.000-08:00

I knew him on a sunshine day
and I felt everything in my heart
go swirling and filling like waves in the sea
and then as we held hands I felt blown away.

I knew through his eyes that he loved me
and that the moment when we met
would stay forever in debt
with every other moment in our lives,

For that instance that we felt like floating
and we knew that we were finally born
and we wouldn't ever die again,

Has made me feel like surpassing
all the moments that I felt torn,
and that he was my man.

Sonnet #116, by W. Shakespeare

2011-11-05T18:23:00.000-07:00

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

2011-11-01T17:43:00.001-07:00

"Be interested, more than trying to be interesting; love others, growing yourself everyday until you die."

2011-10-29T15:13:00.001-07:00

does it comfort you to know we burn together?

The shadow-love

2011-10-29T14:23:00.000-07:00

I will not see you
and you will never see me again;
we're just shadows
of who we used to be to each other.

Why do we keep coming back for more?
Because we're part of the same life
since a long time ago?
Does anyone return, or is it just you and I?

I thought, someone who caused so much hurt
couldn't carry on being happy at a person's expense.
But then again so many people do so much harm
and still carry their lives on and well.

I don't know.
After you killed us, I didn't know
how could we ever surpass it.

The feeling of life and ourselves being useless,
how can we surpass it, after all we knew?

One day we'll no longer remember the pain,
One day, we'll forget everything we've done,
One day this shadow-love will be drawn,
One day, our lives will no longer be torn.

Lover lover lover, by L. Cohen

2011-10-28T16:23:00.000-07:00

I asked my father,
I said, "Father change my name."
The one I'm using now it's covered up
with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.