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I’ve never felt the Earth shake

Underneath my skin, bones breaking

And the smell of the vulcano, erupting,

Miles away from me.

I live in another place,

Where the sun always come

I live where bad days

Are all days and none.

It’s quite good in here, though

People may not always believe

They think that only the soul

Is enough for you and me

I live with people that don’t understand

That the BIG, the GIANT believes

Not in the people, nor in them

But on the money of their dreams.

From North to South

West to East

Capitalism crawls

Into the GIANT’s dreams

Breaking relations of poor human beings

Hiding information under it’s skin.

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Raindrops are falling

From the sky’s stairs

Said “nothing can save her

From her own nest”

Could she call for help?

Would she call for help?

Trees whispered into her ears

“Nothing can help you”

But, the girl, she had no fear

“I can be saved, it’s true!”

She ran away tonight!

She ran away to the night!

Didn’t you

Cave your hole?

Didn’t you

Lose it all?

Didn’t you

Reach the top of all?

… Now the girl is lost

… Now the girl is complete

… Now the girl is useless

… Now the girl is me

Drowned in the water

Of my own dreams

Respect me, Father

And forgive my sins.

- Francis Taeh

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Tastes like summer joy and

You know it’s electrifying

Petrified skulls surrounds the end

Emotional and exploding

No, this is how I feel

Not at all cracked inside

I’m just warmed with love

Neat, clean and tight

Gasps and slowly breaths

Tons of life and excitement

On your way to help them (there’s a)

Need to feel the speed of the track

Emerging works of art

Manipulates me like a puppet

Home is where we’ll start (our)

Extreme makeover

Maria Laura

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Yeah, so… I decided to check out some old poems… this is called (and I quote) “I’m lonely, depressed and fucked up”

I, I won’t be the king to your heart

I, I won’t be the light of your star

We, we won’t live forever like this

I might just past away in my dreams

Cause I’m the rapist in my own tiny street

And you are the violence of the society

I’m the munition of my own gun

If you’re alone, you’re not the only one

These poems I’ve been finding are so strange… like, what kind of sick person I am?

Cause, I am the one who wrote this shit… I feel really weird… I feel like I might just shoot myself at any time…

Maria Laura

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Yeah, I found another one from when I was 13… old stuff… this has a name (at least) “Beatles: Love Encounter” 

A kiss, a hug

A smile, a crush

No words, no nothing

No hurt, no feelings

Just

A kiss, a hug and a smile

No need for you to denial

Just

A kiss, enough to make you see

How you’d be with me

A blink and then

I think, I’ll have to pretend

That the kiss I wanted

The hug I longed

Wouldn’t mean nothing to me

But, the note you wrote me

“Goodbye” you told me

Is killing me deeply

“Shake it up baby now…

Oh, shake it up baby now”

I’m not sure, but I think I was really weird as a kid! 

Maria Laura

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Art is a lie

Art is a lie

Art is a lie

Manufactured

Judgemental

Sculptured

Emotional

Corrupted

Illogical

Created

Irrational

Imaginative

Unforgettable

Decorative

Unforgivable

Art is a fake reality

Reality is not as bad

In life’s psychology

Art is the feeling you get.

Art is a lie

You are the liar

I am the paper

Art is our life

Art forgives rhymes

Metrics erase minds

Art is post modern love

Or a vintage hook

Art is undefined

And I am a fool

For trying to find

It’s essence for you

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Drawing… I’m drowning! I’m losing my pencils and losing my mind. I’m falling into the dark, I’m scared of the light. Dear brightness inside don’t hunt me tonight. You’re drowning inside of your mind when drawing your dreams and having to hide. Oh, sweet creativity don’t leave me to die.

(Source: worldsellindogs)