Poem: Talking On My Back

So you live at others expectations

doing your famous role of victim

"acussing others of being victims of their own tragedy"

I wonder, day by day,

how could I ever called you my best friend

since you cheated on my backs

taking a man with darkest dreams and empty thoughts.

how crud and merciless can you be

playing yourself as innocent?

how vicious and selfish is your character?

talking on my backs' as if i were a damn hollywood star.

there is nothing to feel ashamed of

when your feet are on the ground

and there's nothing wrong with your philosophy

why keep coming back at me and try to feel powerful

with insults and reverse psychology....got more?

so keep sending it to me!

your building my defenses and offensive

as grand canyon rocks...biting your lips?

i got one better: BITE YOUR TONGUE!

you got enough guts to talk on my back

with my supposedly "loved one" and

being more than friends for those sad days

and playing innocently in front of others eyes

leaving them to talk that the villain is insane and talking shit

but your days are going to end

but your days are coming to an end.

"Bullshitters will fall in their own shit....Upppsss, did I said that out loud?"

Poem: ..: To Kill a Flower :..

from the deeps
you grew
forging your way up
to be free
to breath

unacquainted but in need of a host
you do not dare to move
only to bathed with the sun

your holy beauty
blooms with the seasons
and ready to feel envy
you laugh at others
with the wind

your reality is obscene and crud
anybody can pull you off from your roots
it creeps me out!

so galant and naive
so insidious your content
to be admired by nature
and be killed by nature itself.

Poem: Deadly Innocence

"shshshsh... here she comes...don't fear...
the faceless beauty is here."

When I first saw the faceless beauty
my joy filled methought.
New friends are always welcome
but hey! a vibe shattered my heart.
Still, my trust I gave to her.
with more than one opportunity to start anew
keeping aside the vibe of a bad omen.
we talked, we shared, we danced,
we created an unknown world were only rangers could exist
...fair or not...
fear and gossip
separated our bond.
I am considered a three headed beast
by an influence that it will not break free.
...Instead...
what it seems that you were the one to feed
to his conclusions and wrong ideals.
Silly me...
There were no hypocrisies
not from me at least.
The world is small
and revolves in its orbit
and gravity will drag us all
but faceless beauty
you fell on his steps.
Why?
Reasons are to be remained unknown.
It is true.
a deadly innoncence
abide from beyond
and the friendship that calls
only she destroyed.