miðvikudagur, febrúar 12, 2014

the ocean beneath me is loneliness

eu ando
pelo oceano
(não sei nadar)
ignorando todas as
ilhas
em busca de um
continente
mas lá
eu nunca vou
sair
da praia



rafael at 2:47 e.h.

fimmtudagur, ágúst 22, 2013

o lado de lá

é tudo de dentro
vem tudo de dentro
o mundo de fora
não é nada como o de dentro

aqui tem sempre várias portas
e nunca me lembro em qual eu
entro

eu fecho os olhos
pra te alcançar por dentro
aqui fora
só tem barro
ou será que
é aqui dentro

tem sempre os dois lados
o errado e o certo
não consigo ver nenhum
nem se eu tivesse inventado
tudo isso
nem de olhos abertos
nem se eu olhasse de
perto

me rasgo com um alfinete de realidade
merda, vazou tudo
vinte e cinco pontos
limpa essa sujeira
larga de babaquice
toma jeito
onde é que já se
viu

porra, deve ter algum jeito
olha essa antagonia
quanta angústia
falta harmonia
só antagonia é
tanta
agonia


rafael at 3:50 f.h.

föstudagur, ágúst 16, 2013

b4

                       there's nobody here
(i wish i could at the very very least cry)
                      there's nobody here
(there's too much happening out there i don't care i just don't care just carry me somewhere and blow my nerves off and stick them to a tree)
                   there's nobody here
(i wish i was a tree but then someone would draw a dick on me and write "fuck you")
                         there's nobody here
(me myself i'm planting the seeds to my own sadness and there's not even one son of a bitch watering it it's all my fault)
                       there's nobody here
(silence takes over my mind but i know something's about to explode)
                                there's nobody here
(self control is fading away like smoke on a starless night - i'm happy i can still see it)
                               there's nobody here
these hands are c r u m b l i n g and so am i
                                 there's nobody here
(who am i talking to anyway)
                               there's nobody here
(...but who's judging)



rafael at 12:29 f.h.

miðvikudagur, ágúst 14, 2013

a coat

i'd like to buy a coat
with big pockets
one with a neutral color so it goes well with all my other clothes
one that will tolerate me even though i still smoke sometimes
one that will keep me warm and sane in the endless winters of my life
one that will make me feel like if my mother was hugging me
one that will allow me to softly recollect the perfume of the people i lost
(only if i really want to do it because it usually just makes me sad)
one that will age with me and i'll still use it and no one will get mad about it
one with a hood so i can pretend i'm someone else while wearing it if i want to
one i can just close and sleep inside in case i don't feel like going back home
or want to die

rafael at 12:45 f.h.

mánudagur, ágúst 12, 2013

yuki

you, queen
burning queen of the dead sky
i'm giving you all this don't ask me why
so you set me on fire make the world bright
and paint me with delicate colors and let me die
"no use covering him with dirt" "yeah the pain comes from inside"
i'd like to run away i will but i can't hide
so i'm giving all you this don't ask me why



rafael at 11:45 e.h.