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Acho piada

Arms, 26.04.07
Acho engraçado que algumas pessoas que pensava serem meus amigos (no sentido verdadeiro da palavra) sabem por aquilo que estou a passar e nem me perguntam se estou bem.

Talvez estejam com medo que eu lhes peça alguma coisa...

Enfim... parece-me que vou ter que reconsiderar algumas amizades.

Hate

Arms, 26.04.07
So much anger
So much hate
Stored all inside.
In a little bottle
almost bursting.

But did you know that I kept it all in just for you?

Inch by inch,
nail by nail,
drop by drop.

Just like torture...
I'll give you back
all the pain, all the spite
you gave to me.

Just because I don't want what you gave me anymore.

(1998)

Killing time by the neck

Arms, 26.04.07
(Some one said I should post more of my poems, although they were written between 1998 and 2002. And so I'm posting them. Hurray!)

I wrap my hands around your neck,
your beautiful soft neck.
How does it feel as I squeeze my hands?
Can you feel the air escaping your lungs?
Do you have difficulty in breathing?
Do you like that? Do you love that?

So now you know how I've felt for years,
when you didn't care,
and your hands became claustrophobic.
And I became neurotic
and you loved to hear me scream.

But now it's my turn,
it's time I took control.
It's time for you to go.

Time...
That will end for you.

And I am loving it!
(2000)

Homem de madeira

Arms, 26.04.07
Desaparece,
já não suporto isto.
Porque me levas à insanidade?
Que fiz de errado?
Amo e morro por causa disso.
Apaixonei-me e ardi no inferno.
Corta-me disto tudo.
Sou iludido e desmembrado
atirando-me para longe disto tudo,
porque não posso agarrar-me a nada.
Porque ninguém me ama.
Já não vale a pena.
morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre morre
detesto isto, detesto-te, detesto tudo
se ao menos tudo acabasse agora
nada poderia ser real para mim
perversidade atordoada
a faca no meu pulso ainda não te cravou o coração
talvez a morte consegue conquistar e ganhar a guerra de silêncio entre nós
acaricia esses sentimentos longe de mim que eu não consigo ficar com o que quero
eu sei
ouvir, sentir
merda para tudo

sou oco
por dentro
estou a arder
por fora
dá-me braços para te abraçar
dá-me olhos para te ver
dá-me pernas para fugir
dá-me um coração
para o arrancar do meu peito
(2002)

Candy

Arms, 26.04.07
It's all I want from you.

Your lies,
your skin,
your flesh.
I want to feel cheated
like it was worth it.

Cut these angelical scars
e give life to this grey a stunned dead skin.

How sweat it is!

Some little water music

Arms, 26.04.07
My dreams destroy me.
They're all invited.
I cannot rest,
I trap my happiness
in this deafning music.
Abandon me...

Hung atop the cliff
of my insanity,
hung only by a thread
of useless wishes.

Turn the volume down.

They dance frenetically
to the maniacal sound
of the crashing of waves,
while these hopes scatter and crash
onto a small empty port.

Why do you insist on playing that music?

This party will soon end,
every guest will go,
piercing the cold,
into the night of the horizon.

The cliff recieves another ship.
And, as the sound fades,
The deafning crashing of waves persist.

And I close my eyes
and remember of summers I left behind.
And, as I ignore my mistakes
I cut the thread.

Melancholy

Arms, 26.04.07
This night blinds my soul
and I, as I lay, with a lost gaze
I feel invaded
by the vertigenous notion of reality.

She possesses my body,
and I do not move,
I deliever myself.

Melancholy kisses my face
surrounding me in her perfume.
Drunken, allucinated.
I love it!

I adore her soft silken body
and her glass cristal face.

And, on the moment the moon flies
to the end of the earth,
and the stars lose their light.
Her and I merge.