The Chase Is On

<puts tin foil hat> Until the rich people manage to implement a dyson sphere, thus privatizing the very sun.

A Midsummer Night's Melancholia

With dry lips, she contemplated the night Lonely, sad and thirsty for such a long time, She cried for she didn't know how, but her memories of glee turn to sorrow dust.

It was a still and silent summer night. On top of the world, she behold the closed house Once filled with laugh, now it's empty with shouts Anything not bolt to the ground, now is resting by the street light.

One step in front of the other, The dulled naked feet, step down By the edge of the moonlight She contemplated the summer night

Her cries were heard by no one except for the wind, Now sitting, arms crossed, eyes closed, gentle weep The cheery night did not care for her, Only when they were together everything seemed to be OK.

Now loneliness was by her side, Better forgotten than being forced to smile Yearning some rest and peace of mind Hoping to drink clear sky by the next morning light

This is one of those days that math punch you in the face and you can't do nothing but cry.

When it rains

I write when it rains. As if all my pains are washing away. When such a dark miracle shakes the window panes,

Only the taste of his blood makes sense. It allows me to be back in reality, past the tense darkness. While his feeble body lays comfortably on my bed.

Or something like that alone, I would pen aloof. While listening, the rain drops fall from the roof. I wonder if the clouds can see me now; surely they will send proof.

My face is blank, and thousands My inner voice is morphing into the same I shift my body, not my shame.

If only I could be relaxed, free of judgment. While water drips from the firmament Thinking of how to avoid my permanent fate

The only leak I have is predictably in my heart. stepping on puddles of my own hope, crying aloud. I have no option but to follow my own white cloud.

Blue Strawberry

Blue Strawberry Walking by the street Amazed by such lovely boutiques Green thoughts, yellow felicity

I used to be loved. Sharing pink phrases Lots of red thoughts Drinking down brown praises

Freezing cold blue with milk Toasted with some aquamarine Our favorite dessert When we used to share mistakes

Now, the present is here. Colored me impress The Black Day still has a gift to send. Blue strawberries to my dearest friend

A quick one before supper

I took a heavy drag.

My lungs relax.

Heavy silver smoke

The tremors are gone.

'It's so bad for you!' said the yellow teeth hag.

She took my fag from my dry mouth.

In a second, my roll was pulverized on the ground.

I almost broke her nose. I was so mad.

Nowhere to go, not a single light.

The game has been changed.

Everyone has a fake mask.

And nobody can lend a hand.

Away from all.

Under the bridge, I lit a new one.

Far from the empty laughs,

I inhale the noxious gas.

Everything is fine now...

Random idea for a fighting game character: three little bear cubs on top of each other, wearing a trenchcoat.

Have a nice day!!

How can a nice day produce such a fright? What's behind the pale clouds? Is it a wing? Or is it a horse?

The sound was deafening. Everyone cried in agony. For they have returned.

What on earth is this? Am I insane or full of bliss? the light, should I touch it? afraid. Am I afraid to be left behind?

The first damn one was vaporized. Some woke up, others were still entranced. There's no point in rescuing them.

No, it's dangerous… Or did I imagine it? So marvelous, so pure, why is getting close? I must run away from here… But why would I do that? Why is it blinking? What am I looking at?

A violent stream could be heard from miles There were people a second ago; now there are salt piles. Those who survived will never again see the sun.

She used to love the sea

Chasing forgotten dreams,

Taking that silver train

To that faraway place.

I just pray for a nice drink.

The ticket man stops my concetration,

Asks me a simple question,

Hands me a moldy piece of paper,

And says 'See you later!'

The infinite blue sea is the view.

What secret such clear water hold?

While on it's surface, seagulls strew,

And by the coast, people stroll.

The unforgiving train carries on.

Everyone is anxious to arrive.

I have no worries; it's better to be surprised.

At least the brezee is cold.

A thunder breaks the scene.

No more wind, only fear.

Everyone runs, but the train keeps its march.

I do not fret, for I posses a larch.

Now the ocean is noxious ink,

Rough waves whip the sharp rocks,

They flew away, in a blink.

The birds are being eating by hacks.

He's back, the twisted deadman.

He tries to grab my back.

But I stab him with the larch,

Just before burning away, it laughs.

I cry on my seat,

The train keeps moving straight.

I thank her, her last message, in old paper.

I can still hear the bell.

The Jorney will not end.

Neither my restless rage.

I shall never forgive.

How they stole her face.

The train by the sea,

It's carrying me closer to Titania.

The Empress of the fay,

She who put my little sister in the grave.

Orange crescent moon

My dear friend is near.

But it is so far away.

I saw her last night.

By the side of the road.

How many years have passed?

How many tears had I wept?

No matter what choice I make,

I forgot to pray.

How much does the guilt weigh?

How much time passed? Or I ate.

Now she's a shadow of herself.

While a hole grows larger in my chest.

I want to sleep by her side.

Hiding from undefined mistakes,

For once, to feel rested and well.

Again, I say, so fair, lady.

Eyes as blue as the sky,

With a charming, big smile,

Her red lips against a skin so pale.

I should forgive everyone.

Even those who broke my entrails

Because God is looking up there.

While the moon is my only friend.