POETRY JOURNAL

1)

NEVER HERE

you were never here

you lied

you disappeared

I waited alone

without my clothes

if only you had known

its cold under the tree

would you agree?

I cant hear your answer

I hate that your love is like cancer

2)

footprints in the snow

I will always be around

until the sun comes

3)

You know when you are too tired to sleep

the big bed is not there for you anymore

it can only make your dear sweet back soar

the world outside your window makes you weep

you don't want to make your thoughts go too deep

you want to be anything but a bore

but the phone only rings on the top floor

somebody sometimes call you a crazy creep

I was once a long time ago like you

do you want to know how I made it through?

For now let me keep it as my secret

the sleep will last longer if done this way

you will feel that you're able to display

more now. Remember you're name Margareth

4)

what am I to you?

I am all around

do you see me?

I am here

you once told me I don't fit in a gown

what am I to you?

you never called me dear

you said I acted like a clown

do you see me?

I am always near

though it is hard to make a sound

what am I too you?

I wont show you my only tear

I can seem to get up from the ground

do you see me?

am I occupying your sphere?

can I receive your crown?

what am I to you?

do you want to see me?

5)

I SCREAM AND SCREAM ALL DAY LONG

BE HERE BE THERE DON'T GO

I'M DONE WITH BEING STRONG

THE SCREAMING STARTS TO TURN INTO A SONG

I DON'T MANAGE TO GROW

I SCREAM AND SCREAM ALL DAY LONG

THE WORDS IN THE SONG COMES OUT WRONG

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE WORD SLOW

I'M DONE WITH BEING STRONG

ITS NOT THAT I EVEN WANT TO BELONG

I JUST WANT TO HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW

I SCREAM AND SCREAM ALL DAY LONG

IT DID NOT EVEN HELP TO GO TO HONG KONG

I'M STILL ALL ALONE YOU KNOW

I'M DONE WITH BEING STRONG

I CAN'T DO ANYTHING BUT RUSH ALONG

I'M TIRED NOW I THINK I GO BELOW

I NO LONGER SCREAM AND SCREAM ALL DAY LONG

I'M DONE WITH BEING STRONG

6)

the road is short

but I'm not going to court

they will take me away

and I want to stay

I'll stay at my fort

wait- I'm going to pray

7)

he had been everywhere

he said he wanted to visit her place

she said no

she ran

no candy from a car

just a guy

they can be equally scary

8)

It's only me

finally

nobody can see me

finally

I found my place

finally

but you can enter if you want

9)

my bag

not here

I run around

scream

until I feel

something under my hat

its a cat

called bag

I'm no longer sad

10)

Coffee

What are you doing to me?

Simple, brown, and sometimes sweet

is that enough

to always come back to you?

I wonder this

while holding the money in my hand

«tall latte please»

DRAFT- A BEGINNING....

He wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt, its the first stain of the day, and he is already finished. His hands work fast when his head is filled with happiness. And how could his head be filled with anything else? “She is here. She is her. SHE IS HERE.” He had Lucy. He did not remember when he first saw her, but he remembers when he first saw her in a different way. It was a couple of months ago, when the sun had just begun to force people to take off their clothes. He had always known Lucy, but in the month of May she transformed right in front of him, Lucy went from being the girl he called for cooking tips to a girl he just had to call. Her words just came out of her mouth like small drops of water, and like a person walking in the desert he needed every single one of them. She did not see him as a Romeo at first, but somehow he managed to lure her to his side, not that he even really knows how. It was a mystery, but one he was happy with having unsolved, as long as he got her instead. She talked, he listened, she danced, he watched, she smiled, he did not need anything else, she laugh, he had reach heaven on earth, she kissed him, he was flying, she whispered “I love you, he died of happiness was reborn and answered “I love you too, you are all I need”.

Roberto took a few steps back, and leaned his tall body against the wall. He looked at his masterpiece in front of him. It was not a masterpiece, just a name he gave his painting. Reason: self portrait, and he had been painted himself in the state of mind he was in. he could not be any better. Therefore it was his masterpiece. He could master it all because of her.

THE STORY:

• a guy named Roberto, he is a painter
• we see his self portrait
• the picture is the story of his life during and after the meeting with the love of his life Lucy
• he started painting the portrait when he had been together with Lucy for a couple of months
• the dots came later....after the relationship went downhill
• he understand himself after looking at his own portrait for some time
• the story is from Roberto's point of view

I am going to write a short story about this wonderful picture