Category: Poems

  • The Crow

    The dying crow dies. They others say their goodbyes, unburden the branch, and gain the skies.

  • Morte na Riviera

    As vezes tem morte pra todo lado. As vezes o oceano fica escuro e o ceu segue acinzentado. As vezes o whiskey não vence e a alma se derrama em prantos de repente.

  • Abused

    Alluring invite to dream of love throughout an endless night. Rises the day, dream decays, nightmare in disguise. Violently woken, to have my dauntless heart be broken – my innocence’s untimely demise.

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