terça-feira, 17 de novembro de 2009

My First Teddy Bear


The sky was gray,
But there was warmth in the air,
On the day
You gave me my first Teddy Bear.

He was all so white!
The color most fair!
With eyes black as night...
My first Teddy Bear.

We'd spend all day
Reading stories and such.
So many games to play
With the Teddy I loved so much.

He was my best friend.
The one I could count on...
But everything has an end,
And, one day, Teddy was gone.

My mom said I was too old
To hold on to such things.
I felt myself go stone cold...
Coldness heartbreak brings.

Life ran along,
IN such a hurried blur!
In Teddy's place, nothing would belong.
Never another toy held any lure.

Alas, one cloudy evening
Up in the attic,
I found my Teddy Hiding
In a box wrapped in plastic"

I hugged him so tight!
I washed him with care.
Now, I cuddle every night
With my first Teddy Bear.

segunda-feira, 19 de outubro de 2009

Ghost


Onde day, I was walking around.
Relaxed, day-dreaming...
Singing to my own sound,
Unable to hear someone screaming.

Crossing the street,
Moving to the rythm...
I happened to meet
A scene that messed my system.

A girl on the ground
Covered in blood.
I stopped hearing my sound,
I felt numb.

Poor stranger...
How did she die?
"Shot in the back, what danger!"
I heard the cop, before he sighed.

I felt sad, but relieved.
I would go to my family,
Hug and kiss them, so they'd believe
That they mean everything to me.

I turned and froze
At the new sight I'd come to behold.
The stranger posed,
Standing on her own.

But she was paler than most.
She was staring in my direction.
Oh my, she was a ghost!
Scared, I ran for protection.

I ran along the shops.
She followed right alongside.
I was looking for cops
Or some place to hide.

I decided to stop and confront her.
Who the hell was she?!
I faced her, looking for the answer...
When I looked I wanted to die...
But how could I...?
When the ghost was me

sábado, 5 de setembro de 2009


Look, there's the light
Through the tunnel that might
One day, Lead to the magic of flight,
No care if, for man, is right.

See that, in the tree?
A bird, who sings a perfect melody
Which man fruitlessly tries to copy
And who's results are sloppy.

"Hey there, Mother Nature!
How's the fight against Man?"
"Not good... Even you're in danger,
Though I do the best I can"

quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009

Life and Death


Life is a gift
Life is your friend
Death is swift
Death is the end

You can wake up today
But you may not tomorrow
Life never stays
And when over, leaves sorrow

Life and Death
Is like fire and ice
When done well the math
None happens twice...
And one gone breath,
For Death, will suffice.

sexta-feira, 12 de junho de 2009

Nightmare




I'm living a nightmare,
Can't you see?
Are you even aware
That that creature that tosses and turns
Is me?

I'm living a nightmare
Mostly because of you.
Because, now, you're my air...
Which you already knew.

I'm stuck in the shadows,
Searching for a light.
A blinded mortal,who follows
A strange path which might
Lead her away from her sorrows.

Is this the right path?
Have I not been tricked?
I needn't find more wrath
Than the one I already predict.

I need to wake.
I need to fly away.
I need to forget my heartache...
I need to keep my nightmare at bay.

sábado, 23 de maio de 2009

My Prince Charming


When I was young
Around the age of three,
I dreamed that prince charming
Would come to rescue me.

I’d see him in Navy blue,
On a white and noble steed.
Saying “I’ve come to save you”
And we’d ride at full speed!

Through these years
I’ve been searching for him.
usually ending up in tears,
Screaming on every whim.


Then one day he was there!
Though a bit different from my dream…
His shyness i couln’t bare…
Where was His ego, His self-esteem?

I approached the fair lad
Who was already looking my way.
Needless to say I was glad
That he didn’t bolt and turn away.

“Your stares are alarming…
Is there some way I can help you?”
He smiled and replied:
“I’m your prince charming…
Sent here to care for YOU”