Cage&Key

Not scary

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:49:19 -0400

I am a ghost
I am a ghost
I am a ghost
though not scary
I am a ghost
a ghost who’s fading
I am a ghost
fetched from
a kid’s nightmare
from a kid’s nightmare
that was not scary
I am a ghost
I am a ghost
a ghost who’s fading
into reality

The wind blowsit twirls each draftdraws us toaloofnesswill we...

Tue, 21 May 2013 11:49:10 -0400

The wind blows
it twirls
each draft
draws us to
aloofness
will we remain
at a distance, but
within view?
or will the wind
lead us close again?
maybe someday,
hopefully someday.

If singing blues were a thing birds could do, they wouldn’t be named blues, they would be...

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:06:51 -0400

If singing blues were a thing birds could do,
they wouldn’t be named blues,
they would be named yellow,
and they wouldn’t be the same thing.

Could it be real?

Mon, 20 May 2013 10:52:39 -0400

How can this be?
How can I feel
on top of me
a body I have
yet to see?
is this me
imagining
hearts beating,
heavy breathings?
or
could it be real?

Our Reality

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:40:54 -0400

reality
shaped
at first sight
modified
through time
take from me
first glimpses
work with me
some time
let’s reach
a conclusion
what reality is
is not what it was

She will not know love for rainuntil with your embrace She gets to fall as rain does

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:47:30 -0400

She will not know love for rain
until with your embrace
She gets to fall as rain does

My head hurtson anticipation I just need to focus on someone else something

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:50:14 -0400

My head hurts
on anticipation
I just need to focus
on so~~meone~~ else
something

Wake up.

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:35:43 -0400

I am going to say this once. You breathe, you walk, you talk like anyone else would breathe, walk or talk. You choose topics no different from those seen in magazines, and you use the same God-damned words you read. You see the pilot of several new TV shows, but you never see the second one; where’s the follow-up? If they happened to have been dramatic enough, you shed your tear or two, but everyone has cried; if they are sitcoms instead, you laugh, you say out loud “my life´s a joke”, and I can see your eyes shifting to a depressive mode. But everyone has cried, everyone has laughed, we have all said, “my life´s a joke”, and most importantly, we have all been in depressive mode.

However, you are here with me, and I can see you. I see you. I feel you, no one else. We share the same air when we need no more than a few millimetres to measure the distance between us. During those moments we share the same words that everyone else has sheared, and they are precious to us. When you cry, I think it’s my heart the one broken. When you laugh out loud, I think it is my soul the one that has gotten some relief. I want you.

You are unique to me.

we will understand.

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:09:10 -0400

there’s people who claim to understand
These people will never do
even if I set myself to explain
I’ve decided now
there is no use in wasting my words
I hope to find a soul some day
one which comes already knowing
for us to set ourselves together
to the posing of a hundred questions more
we will already have an edge
and if we end together we will have won

I hear you when I read you.

Fri, 17 May 2013 00:47:33 -0400

When one starts to assign
the sound of voices
to words, to phrases
that cannot be heard
but only read
then is when
one starts to fall
or at least
when I start to fall
and I think you will not catch me
therefore I fear what’s happening
I fear the sound of your voice
I mean
the mental recreation of your voice
but how beautiful it is!

Home(less)

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:48:45 -0400

Home is not places, it is love
what happens then,
when we have lack of such.
Are we taken to a shelter?
Am I going to be taken to a shelter?
Where is this shelter?
If home is not places,
If home is love,
have I been homeless without knowing?
Will I ever know I’ve arrived home?

it was a storm, the way all of those possible reactions twirled around his head. He picked the...

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:28:42 -0400

it was a storm, the way all of those possible reactions twirled around his head. He picked the worst, though he had no way of knowing back then. There is no way for him to know until the end. Now, when the expected resolution is not there; how do you tell someone he’s been playing a solitary game which no longer has a possible solution?

Contrast.

Wed, 15 May 2013 02:00:33 -0400

Have you wondered
where they hide
all the darkness
that allow
their smiles to shine
the way they shine
since their smiles shine
as bright as stars,
and stars can be seen
only when it’s dark?
Have you wondered where they hide?

explained

Tue, 14 May 2013 13:15:33 -0400

I see her every day
as the first time I got to see her,
hence my incapacity to fall for her;
our relationship lacks depth.

Her crying.

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:34:17 -0400

She was crying out for ears to hear her
She was crying out for arms to embrace her
She was crying and I was drowning, helpless
I asked her to save me, but she couldn’t hear
she was not able to hear me.

An endless spring.

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:36:45 -0400

you don’t have to worry
for spring not to come again
Flowers have been drawn
on the edges of your dreams
and they’ll remain coloured
for as long as I live

In my lifesomeone to whomI could textgood morninggood night who do I need to askfor someone in my...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:23:25 -0400

In my life
someone to whom
I could text
good morning
good night
who do I need
to ask
for someone
in my life?

Photo

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:48:02 -0400

Them

Sun, 12 May 2013 12:57:00 -0400

They could have fallen for one another, but Instead of noticing each other’s presence, they were both texting.

Lost.

Sat, 11 May 2013 19:07:55 -0400

A hand.
There was a hand
on top of my hand;
of that I am sure.
Fingers.
Fingers that glided
along my arm;
I felt them once.
They stopped
on my right shoulder.
My right shoulder
was touched with love;
of that I’m sure.
Across my back
it made my neck turn
how those fingers glided
with grace and clear intentions;
they made me look.
They made me stand.
I followed, and how
they allured me to follow!
though I wonder now
where it is that I am.
There was a hand
It was leading me
And I was following
It took me here
where am I now?