The lonely alley

Sing, sing in my endless tunnel

Out threw Molotov

Old friend,
We meet again.
Last time, It was fine with a sip of smirnoff,
But now, in my hand, I hold a molotov.

Tears rush through my eyes,
Reddening, exploding, blurring all whys;
She said it was just a mistake
Sleeping with the man, “a MISTAKE.”

Standing in the rain with lighter lit,
My head protests what my heart rants to twist.
There, there, there they are,
In dark room of his, there who stole my stars.

A molotov I hold up and light,
Burning ablaze in rainy night,
I whisper to anguish and anger,
"Tonight this fire I grant to secret lovers."

Missing Life


It seems
we may be missing life
Stuck on 50 inch flat screens
Mansions with 50 rooms for ourself
Well what happened to sunsets
The smell of rain, muddy shoes
What happened to staying out late
To wearing what we want
Pristine suits, crisp uniforms
A mass of reflected bank accounts

Hate bound

Wherein hate writhes,
Therein love enriches.
As anger enraged scorches,
Enamored hand heals where torched.

Mildly as wind in spring,
Flightless one regains his wing,
Untied from meaningless hate.
One blessed can see her beauty rathe.

Wintersea princess

She wears the cape of twilit sky,
And that evening sunset is kept within her eyes.
And who am I to resist
Such mighty tides of her to flood my wit?

“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.”


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reddyfornothing !!! this is what you were talking about

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Sky shuts tight,
Unveils the night,
Caped in lights
Of asteroid flights.

O all dead stars,
Do you see my scars?
Thousands well nigh,
Some straight, some wried.

All those wounds ripped
I get when tripped,
With eyes up high
And feet down the slide.

I keep on hoping
She would be moving
Aligned to my request.
To die I would better,
If she must live in what she detests.

O sleepless night,
I don’t understand what keep me alight
In this bleak hope,
I will never learn to cope.

I wish to all the lights
That this would be the last of my plight.
Goodbye sleepless nights,
For now withered is all my might.

Shot down

Now she gave you ‘it’
What you’ve long seen coming.
Oh, and, you blame those shit?
Destiny? Fate? All lies? What’re you babbling?!

You can’t just throw your failure
To things yielding no part in your misery.
She chose to pursue what she’s seen better.
And if you did feel what you said, then prove your integrity.

Aiding her as you’ve promised you would.
Fending for her like you’ve rhymed those phrases in your letters.
Quit crying! You yelping cup! Grow up and rule the wood!
Be true to your words! She shot you down only to make you STRONGER!!


I took a little work, but had to double to modify the face! hehehehe :>
M i m s
O complexo mundo de Michel Costa


I took a little work, but had to double to modify the face! hehehehe :>

M i m s

O complexo mundo de Michel Costa

Lovely stranger

I was lost,
So full of life.
I was willing
To meet any strife.

I met you
Up by the river,
Looking so blue,
I tugged your sweater.

We held hands,
Ran everywhere.
Your smiles and laugh
Were all that I cared.

I am lost
Veiled from the light.
Now that you’re gone,
Who would guide me through the night?

Barry had the biggest heart
he made everybody smile
with his wild antics and his stupid jokes
the way he could look at you
size you up and pull out
the perfect words to make you feel
like you were important.
No matter how bad things got
he could turn to you
with his twinkling eyes
and a silly shrug, as if to say,
“Don’t lose your sense of humor.
Everything’s gonna be okay.”
But Barry wasn’t smiling
he made everybody smile
except himself

Barry had the sweetest soul
he made everybody smile
with an arm ‘round your shoulder
or a pat on the back
at just the right moment
when you were down on yourself
and needed it most
He never had a bad word to say
about anyone, no matter how annoying
He had a way of finding
the innocent, the beautiful and pure
that you had buried deep inside
and bringing it to the surface
But Barry wasn’t smiling
he made everybody smile
except himself

Though Barry hid the deepest hurt
he made everybody smile
and we were too selfish and needy
to look past the clown façade
He’d touched something dark and ugly
somewhere in his life
but he didn’t see the point
of whining and complaining. He’d say,
“Everybody’s got their cross to bear.”
He didn’t want to bring us down
It’s safe to say the day we found him
with a gun in his mouth
and his brains splattered, all over the wall
Barry wasn’t smiling
he’d made everybody smile
except himself


Max Mundan, He Made Everybody Smile

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