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.