The poetry that flows
Is a wave of control
Washes of purple and red
Staining shame
They’re lonesome and troubled
Calling His name
God, will you answer us?
Untreated and ignored
Bruises and cuts,
Are tainted by blood
Iron gush that kisses shaky hands
They smell
Metallic
And taste like
Lilacs
Sprouting and ripping the wounds.
Shaken Faith with smoky lungs
Mary’s Heaven doesn’t know it yet,
God doesn’t believe in waves
Or rose beds
Flowers are thorns as
Forests are leaves
If you seek out the flames
You’ll find horror,
Bore, a disturbed belief
They take these whispers
That I leave for the wind
Send them back home
Forgive me,
For I’ve sinned.
Sister, you’re never home
Believe me, I know.
The dear chapter of voices
Won’t leave me alone.
My talents are poison,
Morals are prison
I fly to escape
And drown to not listen
Angst and monstrosities,
Curiosity killed the kids.
These beautiful terrors are composed
Of pride, fear, and acids
The night is too lovely
To be afraid of the dark
Even if it chokes you
The stars provide spark.
Eu te amo
Eu dei tudo que eu tinha
The trees are all secrets,
Whispering their doubt
The waves kiss the shore
Questioning our motives
Day in, day out.
