Eyes like yours are inpossible to miss.
Smiles like yours are identical to the stars.
Your skin is soft, not unlike the softest silk.
I love you so much, it's so rare, so strange.
Eery aspect of you is so amazing, so distracting and enticing.
I must've been crazy not to have spotted you before....
But I guess I'm just lucky to have you at this point.
A Glimpse to my Story
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The Scar
He began to cry, as the rain began to fall,
She turned and closed the door, and then he dropped, in pain, from the stab in his heart.
Time passed, but his wound still stung,
He watched her pass by, holding someone else's hand,
Smilling like nothing had passed, ignoring him with all her might, she pretended she didn't see, the big gapping hole inside his heart.
High school was done, and college stood ahead,
They took diferent roads, but his path was abroad,
He began to travel, searching for his place,
And he finally found it, by a big, round plaque.
From the lowly trash-guy to the owner of the place,
He learned to handle money and made a bet.
He knew his wound had turned into a scar,
Yet feared it would open once more if he saw the gal.
Marriage and family finally reached him,
He lived and smiled, forgetting his scar,
But one day she came to him, and showed him her stab,
He smiled softly and gave her a hug:
'You can be nursed to health, but it'll hurt like hell.'
Monday, November 19, 2012
The Girl in Silver
I watch you from afar, with such a flashing smile,
How sweet I would feel if I had you by my side,
And yet, I can't believe the moment when we meet,
The Girl in Silver.
There you were, so bright and gorgeous,
Holding the hand of your beloved boyfriend,
How much I hated how I had failed,
To tell you how much I felt.
So now I'm watching you, while holding my heart,
as you fly away, away from my grasp.
And all of this pain, this suffering and this love,
it's all slowly killing me, is slowly drowning me,
Cause I fell in love with the Girl in Silver.
A Gamer in my Couch
With the click of a button, I come to life,
Taking on the forces of the dark.
A minute a knight, the next I hold a knife,
I sure love my life as a gamer in my couch.
A block here and a pixel there, now I'm a trainer,
and now I'm a trader, doing my bussiness in the nether.
The dragon's scars kill me, so I pick up a rifle,
or maybe a sniper, so let's search for that bomb before it explodes.
No matter the cost, I'll pay it to get that game I love to play,
be it on the Ps, X-Box or Ds, in the end, I love my lives, as a gamer in my couch
I have saved the world a billion times,
I have fought allien hordes,
Hollow men,
and evil templars, and all from the comfort of my house,
so I'm not afraid to say, I'm a gamer in my couch.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
The Enemy Down Below
The Past and the Present collide in a shower of colors
Startling me into thinking of a better tomorrow.
For as much as I say I am fine, my scars still itch,
due to the fire of what I've done in my past.
No matter where I look or go, you're always there,
Guiding me, shielding me from the daggers of the enemy,
An enemy that won't back down, an enemy that won't hesitate
Until I'm sitting besides him in the throne down below.
Now my present is another matter, since my birth I've been getting a beating,
but not from my parents, nor from anyone real, but from the creatures inside,
they are fighting my brain, and it decays, and I fall, fall deep down,
to a point where, no matter what happens, I still think of you, because,
No matter where I look or go, you're always there,
Guiding me, shielding me from the daggers of the enemy,
An enemy that won't back down, an enemy that won't hesitate
Until I'm sitting besides him in the throne down below.
And so I decide, with a tear in my eye, to go where I hadn't gone before,
The blade glowed red as I made the cut, but it wasn't my skin I cut,
but that of the enemy that won't hesitate,
until I'm sitting besides him in the throne down below.
Now I won, the battle against the creatures in my mind,
and dethroned, the enemy down below.
Startling me into thinking of a better tomorrow.
For as much as I say I am fine, my scars still itch,
due to the fire of what I've done in my past.
No matter where I look or go, you're always there,
Guiding me, shielding me from the daggers of the enemy,
An enemy that won't back down, an enemy that won't hesitate
Until I'm sitting besides him in the throne down below.
Now my present is another matter, since my birth I've been getting a beating,
but not from my parents, nor from anyone real, but from the creatures inside,
they are fighting my brain, and it decays, and I fall, fall deep down,
to a point where, no matter what happens, I still think of you, because,
No matter where I look or go, you're always there,
Guiding me, shielding me from the daggers of the enemy,
An enemy that won't back down, an enemy that won't hesitate
Until I'm sitting besides him in the throne down below.
And so I decide, with a tear in my eye, to go where I hadn't gone before,
The blade glowed red as I made the cut, but it wasn't my skin I cut,
but that of the enemy that won't hesitate,
until I'm sitting besides him in the throne down below.
Now I won, the battle against the creatures in my mind,
and dethroned, the enemy down below.
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