Poems from saudade
Home enveloped in air
Underneath the bubble Where the world grew and blossomed
A sea of green speckled with the yellow Of daffodils and...
We found so much value in our visible ideas that we became slaves of them, worked for them, cried for them, wasted our live on them, yet we...
is to be happy to be great?
to climb the golden bridge
to a realm of perfection.
to live among the stars and the galaxies
and to be known...
is it me or him
or him or me?
I'm just trying to be who i want to be
i know im a bad kid
that i can see
but is he really so much better...
I would fall to the ground
bow at your feet
If not for the sound
Of my greatest resolutions defeat
I was stubborn
but i thought i was weak...