DEPTH

I could have picked you...
Even in uncountable small stones in the streets,
I'd look for your color,
your purity,
your dust...
In every little flaw that schemes your figure,
I'd find a reason to love it wholly,
In the core of that iris,
I'd stare in close,
closer and closer,
till I lose myself deep,
deeper and deeper...

~Olga Divine

DARK BEAUTY

There is something about me:
the loud light sucked deep in my eyes,
intertwined with a little bit of darkness.
That woman roaring inside of me
like a lioness  strolling down her kingdom.
There is this girl that whips her hair in your face,
and stabs you straight with her sharp mouth.
there is this doughty soul in me
ever fearless of a hurricane...
I'm like a sun
Every dawn worships my rise...

THE SMELL OF INNOCENCE

She stood there young in the darkness of the bar

Like it was her time,

Her hour to smile away the prison she left home

The youth mirroring on her face

Beauty dazzling on her chest

In the city of men that seeks softness,

The smell of innocence

Even in the eyes as white as milk

Like they never left women warming their beds.

A touch on her lower back

A bit slide down to feel the curve of her flesh

The depth of a voice murmurs

“you have a great body…”

The heart pounds

The hand shivers

The legs stiffen

 A drop of sweat

"What would I do to a man with hands that can cup my whole behind?"

LIFE

Life...
a game determined by the player
that every button you press
will set a new level,
the end of an old story

Imagine a scared player
full of fears to touch thorns
and run around the fire
walks on the same road
unable to turn on the other side.

You know fire burns deep
but it gives you the light
vulnerability pains
but it opens doors to face fears
brave is who embraces it.

be moved by what you can't control
like the floods over the shore
the shivers from a delicate touch
swallow in every emotion
let your heart breath...

NEVER LOSE YOUR CROWN

you could have teared yourself in two pieces
one piece for yourself another half for him
just to write an endless story out of it
That maybe your daughter will love it
And it was hard not to be yourself,
even if yourself was not what he wants
you could crawl icebergs just to settle in his heart
but he wont move a finger for you.
So why sing for a dead goat?
you are a beautiful self made masterpiece
and among countless people on earth
half of them would kill for you
Then go and run the world
live for your prosper
strive to be an icon
and in your success,
you  will fall in love with yourself
you will never worry about losing your crown
That's when he who truly loves
will crawl icebergs to find your heart.
 
Inspired by the song Needed me by Rihanna

WHERE WAS GOD?

I heard shouts from churches and cemeteries

It is just a mystery line

For it storms hard for some

And shines bright on some

They called it fate and destiny

But I thought twice to call it a life of inequity

The God they claim to have the power infinity

Has blinded me from feeling its presence for the injustice

I asked the inner sound “Where was God?”

If they call him the Almighty

Then where was he when they smashed babies on walls

When they massacred men that praised him along the halls

The violence and the wars

The hunger and diseases

Where had the power fled to when the suffering erupted on the innocents?

I closed my eyes to the whole world view

Everything happens for a reason

But only people make trouble

And the next morning they set the reasons why

Yes, I said it

The power is in the hands of the people

The devil and the God is us.

TWO SHOTS OF TEQUILA

I needed two shots of Tequila

one for my soreness

another for my loneliness

so i could lay in the sofa 

one leg hanged on the table

and my brain soaring in the clouds.

I felt like a naked body

my ribs quivering of cold

my feet numb,

like the snow is stuck between my toes

For i needed warmth

not from a bonfire

just a soft forehead kiss to put me to sleep.

Nobody was there

the walls extended from my side

and everything became blurry

only a half full bottle was there for the best

i praised the smell of it

so intense and chocking

as i poured dizzily in the glass.

Then i gave a toast to the emptiness 

and kissed the pain in my chest

as i closed my eyes to the burns in my throat

My grief melted at the first shot

and i felt a grip on my shoulder at the last

I heard a voice as i was drowning,

whispering "you are not alone"