Sober

And this is the final part of the poem triology I've written in March, hope you enjoy it. No matter what, memories will prevail.

The last matinée

Fear is on your side
And so you run,
And so you hide.

You can't go on living on your fears
Because you'll lose your heart,
You'll end up in tears.

I thought our chemistry was real,
It seemed to me it was impossible to conceal,
So why do you try so hard to smother this emotion?
Why throw me away and leave me to drown in this ocean?
I'm already lost on your salty waves...
Can I at least tell you what my soul craves?

We could be prince and princess...
You know I'm a dreamer
Hence there's no need to confess.

We could defy the gods...
We could win this bet against all the odds.

But, oh, how you sway...
Is this a game you want to play?

So give me your reasons why,
I need you to testify.
Although no matter what you'll say
My feelings won't change or go away.
And though now my words are frail,
They're still here following your trail.

I won't give up on the dream,
One day I'll sweep you off your feet
And then we'll be complete...

The end

Spread your love like a fever

Today I was on auto pilot mode. It's nicer to put it this way when in fact I was more in a zombie mode. At least I felt inspired. And so I'll share my new text.

Apocalypse

Our worlds collide.
With fully loaded and driven hearts
We crave for unknown seductive darts.

Our worlds collapse.
And so we meet in the chorus of a song
That this time the gods decided not to play wrong.

Our worlds tremble.
We'll share this neverending dance
That we promised ourselves in our first glance.

But the air changed tonight...

I feel I was led astray,
I'm what's left of a cigarette crushed against the ashtray.
Doubts are creeping in and out
And here I lay looking for the right words to shout.
Sadly I don't know if you're still so unaware,
Because honestly it seems to me that you know but just don't care.

Yet let us wait for our worlds to clash once again.
Then we'll know what path we'll follow,
Then we'll know if we can call the future our tomorrow.

And so I fall into you...

the end.

Just like Alice in Wonderland

The days are cold and though the sun shines in the sky above there's not much we can take from it. The wind blows its icy breathe from all directions and it is impossible not to feel your bones shouting for a sweet and warm sandy beach somewhere. But this is no time for daydreaming, got work to do! Still i want to share with you that yesterday I saw Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland! A very nice movie indeed! (But has Burton made any bad movie?!) And it inspired me to write something, not just the movie of course, but let's say it's a metaphorical way to express myself using its content. (and the rest is a secret of course!) Here it goes (probably it's not that good, but you'll be the judges of it!):

Down the rabbit hole

She was lost,
She was dreamy,
She was so unaware.
She had to go although she didn't know where.
But there were no clouds in her sky,
Her halo was as bright as the fireflies that flew by.
Oh, if she knew the world was on the palm of her hand...
However, she couldn't yet find her way,
Just like Alice in Wonderland.

Yet there's so much you would know if you listened to her sighs,
and so much you would realize just by looking into her eyes,
Because she's still a canvas in need of new dreams,
I might be mistaken but I heard so in her screams.
And still she looks for the perfect weapon for the perfect crime,
not realizing she'll soon run out of time.

But I'll be here keeping the rain away,
I'll be here until the end so I can listen to everything she has to say,
For I don't want to be a memory that would soon be sold,
I want to be her favourite character in the best story she has ever told.
Yet for now we go our own way,
As she remains lost, dreamy and unaware,
At least for one more day.

The end.