Poesia (26.4)

Peace Within 

The sun had rushed into rising.

My fleeting heart
Once again
Was full.
Gathering all the possible
Myselfnesses
It could grab
From the dusty shelves.

And I felt whole again.
Whole in my complete
Nothingness
Where the state of mind
I've been looking for
For so long had been hidden
From by my tricky mind

Thus
I'm grateful
For the being what
I've become
And all the ones
I've grown up with

Poesia (26.3)

I was not born for happiness

This time

I'm gonna keep me all to myself

And he makes me want to hurt myself again

Pagan Poetry - Björk

Torn upon myself

I catch hearts half way;

They are to meet

Minds.

Reason dizzies me away 

From what I should feel.

Emotion drives me mad

Away from my senses.

And I fall over again.

Kiss.

Touch.

Fuck.

Sleep.

Drink.

And I fall to my forbiddance

Of love,

Of joy. 

And I thrive.

Once more

the expectation.

The line of thinking

Drags me

Into the upcoming

Trembling of hands,

Of a bearded scratch

On my neck,

Of someone to desensitize

The pain

I believe to feel.

I have felt the ashes

Bursting into the wind.

I will play my pretended piano

On my skin.

Poesia (26.2)

Geoponia

Escrevendo exponho os desdesejos;

Transmuto algumas indigestões,

Esboço sorrisos menos amarelos

Mesmo com os dentes mexidos de café.

Escrevendo consigo me ler;

Protejo dedos de cócegas em corpos vãos,

Vou-me embrulhado em mim, 

Cascudo todo,

Pragmático até.

Escrevendo suponho ideias,

Converto verdades em sólidos,

Manejo incontáveis sonhos,

E amo,

Amo demasiado.

Escrevendo tento um bocado,

Chacoalho minhas memórias todas,

Calo diversas vozes

Que insistem em me contar

Piadas de mal gosto.

Escrevendo eu vou seguindo;

Escapole um erro aqui e ali,

Mas vou seguindo.

Falando sozinho

Mais alto que antes,

Falando comigo

Pra ver se me escuto.