The sex, the money
The pressure, my honey
We can't be wasting
All of our time
This build up inside
Is getting too big
I need to let it out
I can't let it reside
And so these days
Alone and without meaning
Have made a statement
Of my demeaning spirit
And so these emotions
Have built up
And the pressure
Has burst
Leave me be
And let me live
Or die, if you please
For I do not belong
To you
Stop telling me
I can't and won't
Stop saying
"Sergio, don't"
Because you're not my God
And you're not my mother
You are by my side
When I have no other
But that doesn't mean
That you can push me
And chain me to you
I'll just pull away
So let me be
And set me free
Leave me alone
To be blind or see
--------------------------------------------------
This poem was just when I was annoyed with everyone. I was just frustrated with all the crap going on... And when I was writing it, it was at night and my mom was yelling at me to go to sleep, so I got even more annoyed with that... It's not really my style, I don't know what happened but here it is.
Friday, September 12, 2008
A New Moon
The moon shines tonight
It shines true and high
I am captured by its light
And can't turn away
But these tears
Distort my vision
And I don't see
What I used to
And like the moon
You have sides and faces
You are dark and light
And somehow you captivate me
So like the moon
Turn away slowly
Just to come back to me
A new moon
--------------------------------------------------
One night, going from North Port to Sarasota, I was looking at a 1/3 full moon. And i just thought about how many poems I made about the moon but never talked about it's phases. And so I thought it would be really cool if I made an analogy of that with a girl a guy just couldn't understand. This was my result.
It shines true and high
I am captured by its light
And can't turn away
But these tears
Distort my vision
And I don't see
What I used to
And like the moon
You have sides and faces
You are dark and light
And somehow you captivate me
So like the moon
Turn away slowly
Just to come back to me
A new moon
--------------------------------------------------
One night, going from North Port to Sarasota, I was looking at a 1/3 full moon. And i just thought about how many poems I made about the moon but never talked about it's phases. And so I thought it would be really cool if I made an analogy of that with a girl a guy just couldn't understand. This was my result.
Going But Already Here
I’m telling you I’m leaving
I’m saying you should stay
I’m screaming for mercy
But I know it’s worthless
It’s been so long
We were so together
But my heart told me
That we’re not ready
I’m not leaving
Because I dislike you
But I’m not staying
Because I don’t fully love you
I need to see
That you’re good for me
And understand that I
Need you in my life
Let me stray
Even though it hurts
Allow me to leave
Because I believe
I’m coming back
Our dreams are broken for the moment
Our hearts don’t seem to be working
My life is playing with yours
So let me go to know why
I know you’re good for me
And I know I need you
But it’s hard to follow
When you don’t feel
I’m lost and learning
Mostly hurt and isolated
A little out of luck
And my vision’s faded
So let me stray
Even though you hurt
Allow me to die
Because I believe
We can come to life
--------------------------------------------------
This was when I just thought I needed to go find what I wanted. I had never really explored anything outside of a christian lifestyle, and so I felt like I didn't value it highly enough. I wanted to find what I actually wanted and so felt I needed to go away from God and what I was confortable with. And I created this.
I’m saying you should stay
I’m screaming for mercy
But I know it’s worthless
It’s been so long
We were so together
But my heart told me
That we’re not ready
I’m not leaving
Because I dislike you
But I’m not staying
Because I don’t fully love you
I need to see
That you’re good for me
And understand that I
Need you in my life
Let me stray
Even though it hurts
Allow me to leave
Because I believe
I’m coming back
Our dreams are broken for the moment
Our hearts don’t seem to be working
My life is playing with yours
So let me go to know why
I know you’re good for me
And I know I need you
But it’s hard to follow
When you don’t feel
I’m lost and learning
Mostly hurt and isolated
A little out of luck
And my vision’s faded
So let me stray
Even though you hurt
Allow me to die
Because I believe
We can come to life
--------------------------------------------------
This was when I just thought I needed to go find what I wanted. I had never really explored anything outside of a christian lifestyle, and so I felt like I didn't value it highly enough. I wanted to find what I actually wanted and so felt I needed to go away from God and what I was confortable with. And I created this.
Muffiny Love
Love muffin, love muffin
The best muffin in the world
With your awesome insides
And your awesome outsides
You are just plain awesome
Love muffin, my love muffin
Never leave me alone
Cause then I'd be a lonely wittle muffin
With nowhere to go
I'm gonna keep you forever
And hope to God you don't rot
Cuz that would be sad
And I would cry
So stay with me, my love muffin
And never rot away
You always seem to be able
To make my troubles disappear
--------------------------------------------------
This was after a sort of strange conversation with Emily, as usual. And we came to the conclusion that I was gonna call her love muffin. And I was on my blog at the time, and i was just having so much fun and feeling so peaceful that I wrote this. I was laughing so much while I was writing it, and I still laugh when I read "and i would cry" cuz its just... there. I don't know, it just seems funny to me. But I love it anyways, and that's why it's here.
The best muffin in the world
With your awesome insides
And your awesome outsides
You are just plain awesome
Love muffin, my love muffin
Never leave me alone
Cause then I'd be a lonely wittle muffin
With nowhere to go
I'm gonna keep you forever
And hope to God you don't rot
Cuz that would be sad
And I would cry
So stay with me, my love muffin
And never rot away
You always seem to be able
To make my troubles disappear
--------------------------------------------------
This was after a sort of strange conversation with Emily, as usual. And we came to the conclusion that I was gonna call her love muffin. And I was on my blog at the time, and i was just having so much fun and feeling so peaceful that I wrote this. I was laughing so much while I was writing it, and I still laugh when I read "and i would cry" cuz its just... there. I don't know, it just seems funny to me. But I love it anyways, and that's why it's here.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Mundane Illusions
Will you ever
Try to look beyond yourself?
Will you ever
Try to understand someone else?
Because we all need
To live and breathe
And to fight and argue
Will solve nothing
This world is so deceiving
This life is unforgiving
Your words are so convincing
But do you believe?
Do you believe?
Why does it always need to happen?
The weak are destroyed
And the unjust move on
This world is just repeating
"And so?" you ask
"And what?" you say
You win, and lose nothing
But they have nothing
To lose
In this eternal fight
Darkness covers light
But if only for a moment
We shine
And in our short life
The sadness comes to mind
But if only for a second
We smile
'Cuz we all need
Someone to believe
To know they're always there
For you
'Cuz this world is blind
And your life loses sense
You try to understand
But this world won't let you
Blind, deaf, and mute
You can't help but try to see
Seeing nothing, you scream
Deaf, mute, and blind
You can't help but try to hear
Hearing nothing, you will see
Mute, blind, and deaf
You can't help trying to confess
But confessions turn into strange noise
'Cuz this world is fading
But pretends it's thriving
So we all believe
In nothing real
--------------------------------------------------
This is one of my longer ones. I made it in school, a period after I made the poem below. As I said in that post, it wasn't a very good day. I was walking to my next class and heard a guy playing the guitar. He was just playing three chords, very simple ones too, and I just sang the first part of this poem to it. I then thought of the second part and kept saying it over and over so that I could write it down in class. Since it came from music, some parts seem more lyrical than poetic, but that doesn't mean it can't be a poem. I think my best work might be inspired by music.
Try to look beyond yourself?
Will you ever
Try to understand someone else?
Because we all need
To live and breathe
And to fight and argue
Will solve nothing
This world is so deceiving
This life is unforgiving
Your words are so convincing
But do you believe?
Do you believe?
Why does it always need to happen?
The weak are destroyed
And the unjust move on
This world is just repeating
"And so?" you ask
"And what?" you say
You win, and lose nothing
But they have nothing
To lose
In this eternal fight
Darkness covers light
But if only for a moment
We shine
And in our short life
The sadness comes to mind
But if only for a second
We smile
'Cuz we all need
Someone to believe
To know they're always there
For you
'Cuz this world is blind
And your life loses sense
You try to understand
But this world won't let you
Blind, deaf, and mute
You can't help but try to see
Seeing nothing, you scream
Deaf, mute, and blind
You can't help but try to hear
Hearing nothing, you will see
Mute, blind, and deaf
You can't help trying to confess
But confessions turn into strange noise
'Cuz this world is fading
But pretends it's thriving
So we all believe
In nothing real
--------------------------------------------------
This is one of my longer ones. I made it in school, a period after I made the poem below. As I said in that post, it wasn't a very good day. I was walking to my next class and heard a guy playing the guitar. He was just playing three chords, very simple ones too, and I just sang the first part of this poem to it. I then thought of the second part and kept saying it over and over so that I could write it down in class. Since it came from music, some parts seem more lyrical than poetic, but that doesn't mean it can't be a poem. I think my best work might be inspired by music.
Sweet Dreams
So when is the hypocracy going to end?
When will we stop living to prolong death?
When will the fake smiles show their real faces?
And why hasn't it happened yet?
My body can't take it
My eyes can't hold back
My feet cannot move on
And my mouth is tired of smiling
The awkwardness of these people
Is the proof of stupidity
And inexperience
And sweet bliss
Why don't I feel bliss?
Must I become like everyone else?
I can't believe the path I'm taking
I don't understand why it's so different
Let me be free
To do my own thing
Allow me to see
Who I'm meant to be
And if I turn back
Embrace me with open arms
And if I don't
Stay with me
These hands will soon cease
My eyes won't keep looking up
My soul is tired and depleted
So I'm going to sleep
--------------------------------------------------
I wrote this poem on the day I wrote the poem above this one. It was a very tiring day, and I wasn't so good spiritually speaking. I was just down the whole day, not depressed but not happy either. This was written a period before the poem above, and I think the other poem came out better (probably because of how I got inspired to write it).
When will we stop living to prolong death?
When will the fake smiles show their real faces?
And why hasn't it happened yet?
My body can't take it
My eyes can't hold back
My feet cannot move on
And my mouth is tired of smiling
The awkwardness of these people
Is the proof of stupidity
And inexperience
And sweet bliss
Why don't I feel bliss?
Must I become like everyone else?
I can't believe the path I'm taking
I don't understand why it's so different
Let me be free
To do my own thing
Allow me to see
Who I'm meant to be
And if I turn back
Embrace me with open arms
And if I don't
Stay with me
These hands will soon cease
My eyes won't keep looking up
My soul is tired and depleted
So I'm going to sleep
--------------------------------------------------
I wrote this poem on the day I wrote the poem above this one. It was a very tiring day, and I wasn't so good spiritually speaking. I was just down the whole day, not depressed but not happy either. This was written a period before the poem above, and I think the other poem came out better (probably because of how I got inspired to write it).
Be in Me
My heart is dying
This mind is so polluted
My body is going to collapse
And I don't see
I wish I could see You
But like the sun,
No one can look at You and all of You
Reveal Yourself to my eyes
I wish I could fell You right now
But like a majestic river,
I need to find You first
Don't hide Your touch from me
My heart loses its passions
And turns to other things
My mind thinks of other things
And forgets its passions
My body doesn't feel
The touch of life
And like a person
You come to me
Son, be my heart
You beat life never-endingly
Father, be my mind
You've planned and done so much
Breath, be my body
You drive countless blessings
The body of a christian
Is composed of many things
But lets pray that we have
A heart, mind, and a body
We were put on this Earth
But do not belong to it
We do not conform
So be a new self
Take this unusable everything
And live in it, so it can live
For and with You forever
And be used
--------------------------------------------------
I wrote this a couple days before the post below. I was thinking about how God can be compared to a body, and I thought that that was such a beautiful thing that I decided to make a poem about it.
This mind is so polluted
My body is going to collapse
And I don't see
I wish I could see You
But like the sun,
No one can look at You and all of You
Reveal Yourself to my eyes
I wish I could fell You right now
But like a majestic river,
I need to find You first
Don't hide Your touch from me
My heart loses its passions
And turns to other things
My mind thinks of other things
And forgets its passions
My body doesn't feel
The touch of life
And like a person
You come to me
Son, be my heart
You beat life never-endingly
Father, be my mind
You've planned and done so much
Breath, be my body
You drive countless blessings
The body of a christian
Is composed of many things
But lets pray that we have
A heart, mind, and a body
We were put on this Earth
But do not belong to it
We do not conform
So be a new self
Take this unusable everything
And live in it, so it can live
For and with You forever
And be used
--------------------------------------------------
I wrote this a couple days before the post below. I was thinking about how God can be compared to a body, and I thought that that was such a beautiful thing that I decided to make a poem about it.
A New World in Me
Throw me up into the skies
So that I can taste the height
And let me fall to the Earth
So I can feel You catch me
This injured animal, so innocent
Is so scared of you
It doesn't understand the way You work
So it runs away
The other, though, sees refuge
And lets you carry it
Even not understanding
It knows You'll love forever
Help me to be
The person You planned
Help me to see
That I need You in me
So take this broken wing
And help me soar
Take my polluted heart
And make me new
Supernova
Make me explode
Make me implode
Make me pour out
Supernova
Fill me with grace
Fill me with love
Fill me with You
Let the blast show the world
That You are its Light
Let this new star
Shine for You
I'll run and fly
I'll sing and dance
I'll laugh and cry
With You by my side
--------------------------------------------------
It was late at night and I was listening to Shawn McDonald, a christian singer. I thought about how God is like a person who takes care of a bird with a broken wing. Some birds don't want help, being scared, but others take it. It was really late and I tried to go back to bed but when I thought of the first stanza in my head, I had to write it down. And just to let you know, "nova" means "new" in portuguese. It's kind of a play on words in the poem.
So that I can taste the height
And let me fall to the Earth
So I can feel You catch me
This injured animal, so innocent
Is so scared of you
It doesn't understand the way You work
So it runs away
The other, though, sees refuge
And lets you carry it
Even not understanding
It knows You'll love forever
Help me to be
The person You planned
Help me to see
That I need You in me
So take this broken wing
And help me soar
Take my polluted heart
And make me new
Supernova
Make me explode
Make me implode
Make me pour out
Supernova
Fill me with grace
Fill me with love
Fill me with You
Let the blast show the world
That You are its Light
Let this new star
Shine for You
I'll run and fly
I'll sing and dance
I'll laugh and cry
With You by my side
--------------------------------------------------
It was late at night and I was listening to Shawn McDonald, a christian singer. I thought about how God is like a person who takes care of a bird with a broken wing. Some birds don't want help, being scared, but others take it. It was really late and I tried to go back to bed but when I thought of the first stanza in my head, I had to write it down. And just to let you know, "nova" means "new" in portuguese. It's kind of a play on words in the poem.
World of Broken Things
When have the skies been so perfect?
At what time have trees looked so beautiful?
When have I felt so secure?
When did i see you?
It was then that everything turned
And the Earth itself turned to beauty
With you in my view
With you in my view
I was comatose then
When did time stop?
You were perfect then
At what time did we die?
That death so pure
That the world died with it
And the sky lost its glory
Your eyes escaped me
Do you remember?
When we shared a treasure
And said "Never let go"?
Don't you remember?
When has Utopia been so empty?
At what time did we lose everything?
When did I become so lonely?
I suppose it was at that time
When the house of mirrors crashed
And glass shattered around me
Into my eyes and arms
Keeping you out of my sight and grasp
--------------------------------------------------
This poem was inspired by a night I rememeber. It was freezing outside and I was holding someone in my arms, outside of the building we were supposed to be in. And both of us clung to each other, wishing to go inside but never wanting to leave that moment. The sky was perfect, the cold wind made each others' warmth seem too good to be true. I was thinking about that night and wrote this, but I changed it a little and made it sound as if the girl is leaving him.
At what time have trees looked so beautiful?
When have I felt so secure?
When did i see you?
It was then that everything turned
And the Earth itself turned to beauty
With you in my view
With you in my view
I was comatose then
When did time stop?
You were perfect then
At what time did we die?
That death so pure
That the world died with it
And the sky lost its glory
Your eyes escaped me
Do you remember?
When we shared a treasure
And said "Never let go"?
Don't you remember?
When has Utopia been so empty?
At what time did we lose everything?
When did I become so lonely?
I suppose it was at that time
When the house of mirrors crashed
And glass shattered around me
Into my eyes and arms
Keeping you out of my sight and grasp
--------------------------------------------------
This poem was inspired by a night I rememeber. It was freezing outside and I was holding someone in my arms, outside of the building we were supposed to be in. And both of us clung to each other, wishing to go inside but never wanting to leave that moment. The sky was perfect, the cold wind made each others' warmth seem too good to be true. I was thinking about that night and wrote this, but I changed it a little and made it sound as if the girl is leaving him.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)