You degrade me,

Use me,

Play with me

Under your sheets.

I'm wetting them,

Sweating all over,

But your moans

Make me feel complete.

You call me harsh names,

But your whispers tell the truth:

"When we're all but panting

I'll be the one worshiping you".

 

My last poem about you

Your dreams were valid.

Mine were insane.

You thought yourself so realistic,

But your actions were mundane.

Always appreciating life,

Choosing memories over material.

But you were one to not move a finger.

How could I've been so delusional?

I was choosing myself,

And us at the same time.

You were only choosing to believe 

That being comfortable was fine.

Como a vida pode mudar,

De um momento para o outro?

O que para muitos é paz,

Para mim é desconforto.

Ter o pés na terra,

Mas a cabeça no ar.

Estar presente,

Mas consciente 

Da alma noutro lugar.

Inteira, mas partida.

Sempre de mala na mão.

É agarrar em mim,

Meter-me um avião.

Viver por mim,

E para mim.

Que romance atroz.

Pela primeira vez,

Irei ouvir a minha voz.

Não me sentirei perdida,

Porque sei onde me encontrei.

Para onde vou, o que faço,

Não sei.

Na altura de agir,

Agirei.

 

Turning Point

Weighting my possibilities

With a bunch of doors open.

Controlling my instincts,

So nothing gets broken.

A bright future ahead.

One I can't see.

Mistakes will always happen,

But which one's the best for me?

My passions are known 

And already rolling.

Will I boost the process,

Or prevent them from growing?

Nothing's easy, or forever.

All a risk we have to take.

In the end, there's no problem.

Just a fear I have to shake.

My heart's divided,

My soul isn't around.

My head is in a place,

Nowhere to be found.

The problems are here,

And they are to stay.

My dreams are alive

Taking me away.

Not an escape.

Believe in this truth.

My wishes are only

To begin anew.

A Pirate's Blue Moon

Unexpected evening

Starring at shy blue eyes.

Words coming out for hours.

How I wish I could've read your mind.

Alas, you were all riddles

From a map I couldn't get.

Still, a night full of giggles.

One I could never forget.

Taking a risk in the end,

Leaving it in such a high note.

All soft, brill and tender,

And now I wish for something more.

You're scared of the waves.

What kind of pirate are you?

So afraid of catching feelings.

(Maybe it isn't the time for being brave.)

But what if that's already true?

Words of affirmation

But rolling eyes.

Why can't a person look,

Mirrored and mesmerized?

Confident and tough,

But still undermined.

Stop looking around,

And look deep inside.

Seemingly powerful,

But secretly seeking

If all these contradictions

Have a real meaning.

Humankind has a way

Of expanding by destroying.

We always need more space 

We need to make us stay.

If only we stopped a little

To look inside, instead of out.

Connect to our roots

And see what are we all about.

Take a deep breath in.

We're never alone.

Prefering to change nature,

Intead of accepting it as our own.

Most times, we forget 

Who's older.

She'll take back everything,

Again, when we're over.

Purify my soul,

Cleanse my body,

Clear my head

Of all mundane problems.

Make me one with you,

Take me to your depts,

Drowning me with relief.

Spit me back again,

Gently pushing me to the shore.

Waving me goodbye.

To let me live my life freely.

Walking back and forth,

Reading words from a foreign language.

The body needs to travel 

Alongside your mind.

Stepping my feet in the sand,

Hearing the waves crashing.

Back and forth, and again.

Reading words from a foreign language.

Wanting to clash against each other,

Leaving the stories aside,

Throwing them in the ground.

Dive with me.

In this sea.

Salty but sweet.

Will you come?

Fingers to mouth,

Getting them moist,

To apart the pages

Of this rejoice.

The story's fantastic,

Of wanting and fate.

The more I read it,

The more I crave.

Guiding my touch

Down to it's spine.

Wanting to be

Deeply intertwined.

Mind to groin.

Hands to chest.

Forgive me, Father,

I need to confess.

Losing air.

Dying of starvation.

Thoughts so impure

As my imagination.