Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Good!

You put out an act you don’t believe in.
Trying to convince everybody you’re someone else.
Someone you know you’re not.
Want everybody to love you, when you hate yourself.
Seeking for admiration in the eyes of a stranger.
Begging for attention.
Pathetic to the bone.
Wanting to impress with all the things you have.
Failing to impress with who you are!
Looking for revenge from all those who saw though the mask.
Death to the ones that rejected you!
Demanding for love although you don’t know what it the means...
I tried to be a friend, gave you my hand.
But you demanded for more.
Realizing you weren’t going to get it, tried to shoot me down.
Yes, I know you’re disturbed...
But I’m not your psychiatrist and I’m not your mother...
All I want is to get as far from you as I can.
You’ll end up alone...
And one day you’ll die...
Good!


"M"

Thursday, May 18, 2006

The jump

Run up the stairs.
Breathless at the top of the building.
Step onto the ledge.
Fell the breeze whisper in my hears.
What if I jump?
Abandon myself to the fall.
Surrender to sweet gravity.
Embrace the void.
Smile at eternity.
But, today, the sky is so blue...
Feel a smile on my face...
No, I’m not jumping today.
Step off the ledge.
And run down the stairs.


"M"

Monday, May 15, 2006

Drunken

I’m really drunk!
And I’m really fucked up!
But I don’t care...
Do you care?...
I really don’t care!
I don’t know what I’m saying...
And I don’t mind...
It’s good, for a change...
Let me say whatever I want!
Even if it doesn’t make any sense!
I told you... I’m drunk!
I love you and hate you.
All at once.
Let me laugh!
For no reason...
Just let me...
And now I want to cry!
I’m sure I have a good reason for it...
Not really sure what...
There must be something...
Let me laugh and cry!
All at once!
I told you... I’m drunk!


"M"

Monday, May 08, 2006

Painful

I’m sorry Sir, but I don’t get it...
Music is piercing my eardrums.
It’s messing up my mind!
Can’t think straight!
Can’t find anything remotely similar to a rhythm!
All this musical chaos is freaking me out!
Anxiety has taken over me!
My heart is having trouble keeping it’s own beat...
But it looks like I’m the only one...
All others seem to be ecstatic!
A woman with closed eyes and a blissful smile on her face...
A boy nodding to his own rhythm...
Solemn faces, as if in the presence of perfection...
And here I am, leaning against the wall, agonizing!
I’ve got a back ache and my head is about to explode!
Feeling forced to swallow my torment and just smile.
Must be polite, well-behaved... nice...
On the stage a musician moves as if he’s having a stroke.
Another seems to be about to be sick all over his instrument!
A drunk standing behind me shouts “One, two, three, four! Cool!”
Someone offers me a seat...
Now I’m really fucked!
Just two feet from the band!
I can’t hide in the dark now...
I can’t keep on ignoring the music...
Now it’s right on my face!
Oh, shit!
I don’t want to be here!
Someone give me rock music!
Someone give me a back rub!
Someone give me an aspirin!
I’m sorry Sir, but I really don’t fucking get it!!!


“M”

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Lifted

You lift me high.

In your arms I touch the sky.

My soul drifts with the wind.

You’re home and harbour.

There’s life thriving in you.

I feel your energy feeding my dreams.

Your wisdom soothing my pain.

You’re the pause in hysteria.

A subtle blessing.

Like a song filling the air around me.

In you, my sorrow is silenced.

My regrets turn into smoke.

You make me weightless.

Travelling among the clouds.

Touching the sky.

You lift me high.


"M"

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Outside

You’re my private science project.
I watch you from the outside.
Never from the inside.
Never really with you.
I try to understand what you say.
I try to understand what you do.
I try to learn from you.
With a book note as my best friend.
Everything is written down.
Every detail, anything and everything.
But you still get to surprise me.
Taking me to change my ideas about you.
Rewriting my report, altering my views.
And I do it all from the outside.
Never from the inside.
Never really with you.

"M"