draft paper insistente

picture by dailyartmasomenos @ Flickr

e tudo se resume a um monte de papéis
físicos e virtuais que se acumulam
criam mofo
pesam
ficam úmidos
rasgam
mas nunca vão
embora
e ainda que fossem, ficariam
de algum jeito

uʍop ǝpısdn

picture by ~Helen Cat @ Flickr

ǝɟıן
ɯǝǝs uɐɔ
uʍop ǝpısdn
sǝɯıʇǝɯos

¡ʎɹɹoʍ ʇ,uop
buıןǝǝɟ sıɥʇ
oʇ sǝɯoɔ
ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ
ʎɐp ǝuo

sǝop ʇı

far from where you are

picture by Iberian Proteus @ Flickr

he looks at a sand box
and thinks about the afternoon,
that delightful afternoon he's just had
with his cute, smart, little friend

beside him lies a huge, blue box
on it a bright, white shape of a moon
and a little puddle, maybe he's been sad
his cuteness wasn't enough to help him blend

hourglass goes upside-down
two hands turning round and round
future is a mess, past is even less
than empty expectations made to depress

picture by honestjohn2008 @ Flickr

bright side is

far

from where you

are

the closeted Clifty Clofty

picture by .Peter @ Flickr

click, clack, clap, clop
goes Clifty Clofty's clock
clots, clasp, clunk, clunk
Clifty Clofty is cloyed
clat, claft, cloy, clank
a pair of clogs and clothes
table cloth, in the closet
as well as the closeted
Clifty Clofty

you are such an alphabet soup

picture by sjbrodwall @ Flickr

you are such an alphabet soup
everything is in there, I can see it
but I don't recognize a single thing
what I think I see is not what you try to show
where I feel a mess, for you is clean and neat
trying to catch a spoonful of you
I got relieved: you are real deal
in your own way, of course, your zeal

disturbance

picture by Wreck This Girl @ Flickr

riot, mess, people, voices, angry faces
all together in a dreadful, creepy moisture
ears melt, mouths tear, eyes bleed
and no one can understand what is yelled
among all the colourful pixels, a dot of calmness
a single dot, lost, almost invisible, even unseeable
just all I wanted to be, just perfect to me
but I just can't be, can't even see
so lost and pale and tiny it is to me

growing up means overcoming

picture by BONGURI @ Flickr

growing up means overcoming
overlapping, overdoing
and it summons all the duties
and they cracken your whole cutis
make you tired, feel depressed,
even you think that you`re blessed
growing up has all its odds
turns around and makes us gods
super powerful mistake
just a mere deflated cake

think I think too much

picture by @boetter @ Flickr

sometimes I stop to think and I think that I think too much
it takes much thinking before I can get to a decision
but the decision never seems to be the right one
and I always restart thinking, and thinking makes me think
that I really think too much, perhaps more than I breath
and I think, and thinking brings me thoughts
and the thoughts bring me more thoughts
that never, ever come to an action, as I wish they came

picture by Packie_s @ Flickr

thinking and acting should be closer, don't know what to do
if it's a matter of confidence, pride, closed-mindness
if this last one exists
and I keep thinking and thinking and I still think I think too much
don't know how my thinking finds space in my thinking pond
full of liquids and fluids and not a single solid matter
nothing touchable
nothing

depending on

picture by dhammza @ Flickr

depending on (...) is so frustrating
you can't do, you can't say, you just keep on thinking
depending on (...) is so boring
even when you're ready, you know it'll take forever for you to start doing
depending on (...) is so annoying
I wish I didn't need to depend on anything
things, people, situations... I hate to depend on. and on. and on. and on. and.

all that glitters is not gold

picture by Martin Cathrae @ Flickr

all that glitters is not gold
maybe it is a diamond
who knows? it could be a ruby
or even a rustic sapphire
nowadays it's easier to think it's just
the sunlight reflecting on a drop of
rain on the glass of my window in
a rainy sunset, with a cup of hot,
dense chocolate and some love
in a pulsing heart.

and it tore down

picture by fotogail @ Flickr

Reading you I understand
Nobody has to share the same cord
Reading you I comprehend
Everybody once felt deeply bored

Writing you I planned
My life on a wet sheet of paper
and it tore down.

there were those cats

picture by R Kromhout! @ Flickr

there were those cats
for whom life was just hunt and scratch
and they played all the time and they were my favorite pets
'cause they hunt, they scratch, they play, they purr as I watch a volleyball match
cats' life are so pleasant, complaisant, so puissant while mine I can't even snatch
everything is so distant, I write and think only foolish regrets
if I had some paws and claws to scratch
oh, how I envy my cats

I see you sell your soul

picture by Fadly Hj Halim @ Flickr

I see you sell your soul
as a pusher in the crowd
as if richness was your goal
you should not let yourself drouse
I hear your mind drone
as a distant, nervous sound
and thus you are alone
and you never could be found

she thought she had to be that way

picture by Roberto F. @ Flickr

she thought she had to be that way
by wires wrapped, in a gutter thrown
she swallows each and every setback
it gets harder to bear life's sandbag
but why not squash up an opportunity
and make it into a lot of others?
she was saved and ripened, but now
what she sees, though, is less than dark
it's nothing
at all

if I've had a dreamy dream

picture by Vic 2205 @ Flickr

if I've had a dreamy dream
I'd probably enjoy sleeping
but my bed embraces me
as the sun continues screaming
my name, basking the airstream
blowing chimes as I see
wind
waves
waffles
and then they all flee

when someone blocks your way

picture by Michael Kappel @ Flickr

when someone blocks your way
you can feel depressed
or just blow this one away
you can start being obssessed
or just blink once like a silent ray
you can move your feet
cross a broad street
find yourself lost in a beltway