Felt Like Writing Something For The Most Special People I've Ever Met

"Goodbye"
'Cause I can't go any further.
I've grown so old without you

"Nothing gold can stay"

Wild Things

People are dancing, drifting around me,
Smoky with a touch.
I feel like carefully watching and smiling,
But it seems like something unknown.
This is the world I watch,
Numb.
They're lighting and making a shadow upon me,
Hidden.

To The Sea, To The Sky

I caught my breathe
And held a tear 'cause
It could become a sea...
My weakest days, when
I'm like a thin glass.

I had to catch my breathe
And keep holding a tear,
For the most beautiful creature.
And the gold sun in the window
Shows the picture of it.
This creature and a flower.
The most beautiful
The one I cannot reach.

So I keep fading away...
So it stays the dawn to me
That never becomes day.

Tears for the Flower

Stars fill the dodger blue and blue fills myself.
Thorny leafs scratch cold clouds.
I wonder why our nights are so apart,
I kiss the wind and drag my spotless mind.

Give me my life back.
I left it all behind.
So why not caring at all is so painful?
So why do I have to regret?

I walk on the sand
In soft steps,
And so I find my place,
Floating over the sea.
Every memory is forgotten, held in wind's arms.

Now it's so far away, I cannot reach.
There's no flower and no smile under the moon,
As she doesn't light, doesn't light anything.
She seems to be lost, lonely.

Give my life away.
I left it all behind.

Subconsciente

A janela é tão feia.
Não tem pôr-do-sol, não tem alvorecer e não tem cor nenhuma.
Só tem sujeira, e coisas que eu não consigo enxergar bem.

Eu acho que me lembro
Que gostava da luz e das cores;
Mas quando tento fazê-las olharem para mim,
Sempre me dão as costas de novo.

Tentei ler meus pensamentos,
Mas eles sempre são mais rápidos.
Pensei ter mudado eles,
Mas sempre são eles que me mudam.

E a janela é feia, tão feia,
Nunca me deixa ver as cores e a luz.

"Manche menschen ändern sich nie"

Stay gold, Ponyboy

Golden-rose sunset.

The sunset and the sonata in myself.
The unknown, them.
I stayed gold, until these days.
I kept on them.
I kept unknown, myself.
A sonata. Nocturne.
Steps on the bridge, and the sunset. The gold.
The field...
Something I can't forget.

"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."

Sting On The Belly

When they lay down I'm still awake
Face to face. Thrown on my face
Every sweet memory, each bitter illusion.
It's here yet.
I'm still blaming them, for everything they're not guilty by.
I can't even look, it burns my eyes and my heart.

I wish I didn't regret,
Sometimes I wish I was like you.

Not a Dating

"What if" doesn't work out anymore.
It's about a friendship, not a dating.
It's about attention, not love.
And it always ends up with hate and stomach ache.

It's a mistake from me, not 'em.
It's about pretending, and it's always.
And it always ends up...

It's been for some time
Everything wears me out
And I'm tired of speaking,
'Cause doesn't worth trying to explain something
To someone who doesn't want to understand.
It's been for some time
That I want to cry
'Cause their words are so violent...
And that's the revenge, for the violent words of mine.

It's been for some time
The people's mistakes
Wear me out,
And make me tired of speaking.

And it's been for some time
That I feel hard pains
In the head and heart,
It seems about to blow up,
I seem about to puke.

Embers

All my movements echo through the dirty place I am in.

The floor and the walls are no longer white.
I guess I am here for a long time.
I feel I am alone, but I see ghosts sometimes.

I don't remember anything before the last stairs.
I just see distorted images through this glass.
There are so many lamps here
But they don't light anything,
Only burn my eyes.

I can barely hear some moans and dins
That are not by myself...

There is an open door in the end of this corridor,
I can not reach it,
But I can see there is only emptiness after...

I saw a feather on the floor,
Kept it with me, and could feel the blood of the animal on the little gray feather.

I am transparent and I can see my veins,
But I see there is no blood inside.


Still remember those fucking eyes
That never look at me.

Empty

Moving so many times,
Meeting people every time,
I never had what they do, made me envious.
Meeting people every time, but I have always been in the wrong place...
They feel sorry about me.
But that's the life I wanted to have... Because I do,
I have always been in the wrong place...
They feel sorry about me... 'Cause they know what I feel.
When they look at me they know what I feel.
The worst is that they feel sorry about me!
It's not a matter of time,
It's a matter of
I have always been in the wrong place...

When I look back
There is no-one, that's only me.
And that is not the life I never wanted to have.
It's not a matter of time,
It's a matter of
I have always been in the wrong place...

An Imaginary Friend Is a Good Choice

How many times have I been lied down on my bed, hardly breathing
And terrified, thinking I would die?
How many times have I been lied down on my bed, hardly breathing
And even not terrified, wishing I would die?
But these thoughts have left my mind.
I just want to leave this world.
I just want to see things I've never seen in my life.
I just want this sickness to leave me.
Sometimes I feel suffocated.
Today I just don't want to see anything is alive.

No. Imaginary friends are always annoying me, I'm always killing all of them.

"I'm going to give you the choice I never had."

My First Love

I always knew my first love,
But never knew it was my first love.
My love does not have a black beautiful hair,
Either, lovely green eyes.
It is more beautiful than dark hair, and green eyes.

My first love meet me in the end of each day,
Hidding some secret I will never can decipher;
And shows me different faces each day.

But I can not see him any more.
I am so far away from him,
And I know he miss me
And understands me...

I used to see his colored tails,
And all I could see was him,
His incomprehensible body...

As I am more and more sad,
It is more and more beautiful, and
Comprehensible.

I see my golden rose-coloured sunset,
And be right that it is my eternal love.
The misterious sunset,
My misterious love...

I do not deserve all its love...

Time.
Time can change (almost) everything.

My dearest friend, my dearest friend...
Ah, how I miss you!
Ah... How I wish I was young...
I can only get my youth when I am too much old.
But, again, time.
The time is infinite.
We got our whole lives. That's eternal.

Ah, my dearest friend!
I am quite a mistake!
My friends, my friends...
You're nothing!
But (almost) everything I got.
I am the trouble,
You're so sweet.

I miss you so much, real universe!
Ismália...

Where did the salt water go?
Where did the time bring me?

"Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do?"

The Loveless Story Of The Sad Blue-Eyed Man

by some lonely angel

Part I - The Man

I've met a creature.
It was pretty quiet,
It was a pretender.
It was unexpected, and it was quite a masked creature.
It was a man.
He was a man, he was a lovely man.
And he was not an idiot.

Part II - The Hero

I've met a creature.
It was just like me,
It was my only friend.
It was just like me, just like me...
I once thought we were the same person.
It was a hero.
He was a bad man, he was an idiot.
But I quite loved him.
And he was the only one who used to make me happy.

Part III - Back to Reality

BUT
The problem is that the perfect, the wonderful hero...
He doesn't exist.
Ripped my heart out off;
Right where it is weak, right where it is naive.
Still alive only the man, no longer my hero.
So I go back,
Back to the sadness' clouds,
The lonely clouds.
Where it is home,
The place I know; the place I know it is home.
The black home,
The fetid home.