About a Man...

There's a man I know,
Brian is his name.
I kept a picture of him
in a heart-shaped frame
because life is too unfair,
people come & go...
But this man I know:
he'll always be here.
Through thick and thin,
I know he's strong.
And through it all,
we must carry on.

This man I know,
I'm not sure he can hear me...
But, no matter what,
I'll keep screaming
to the wind and the seas
that he means a lot to me.

I'm not a poet,
but here I am,
trying my best.
I just wish to see you smile,
and leave out all the rest.

Hold your breath and count to ten.
Picture me holding you tight...
It doesn't ease all the pain, but
it helps, right?
(I hope so...)



Luv u, Bri. *hugs*
XOXO, M.


There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to Heaven...

Oh shit...

I can't think of anything clever to say. I can't think of rhymes to write a poem. I can't think of anything cool, like they do on movies & shit. You're gone. Am I supposed to think of a deep speach about you, about what you mean to me and about how wonderful you are? I can't think of anything right now. I can't think at all. I'm writing these non-sense words because I can't come up with any of my lovely stories or poems, this time. This time, it's beyond real. I don't know whether to break down & cry or just scream my lungs out. I don't know whether I should try & move on or should I just stay here and get rotten? I don't know...
Life is so ridiculously short, isn't it?

I lost my umbrella somewhere along the way...

Rest in Piece, Sérgio.

I'm not insane.

The stars in the sky
they all shine in your eyes
And I swear God was crying
when I stole all their lies
I sang your tears away
but you still won't hear what I say
when I say
It's true
All I can think of is you
And I love the way you loose your cool
When I'm aroud you...

special thanks to Matthew for the sentence that inspired this poem.

by: Sally Vengeance

Untitled

Maybe one day I'll find you
wandering alone
these darks streets
of this place that we call home.
And when I find you, I'll hold you
I'll hold you down,
after making sure no one's around
and I'll tell you that I love you,
and I'll kneel in the cold ground,
and I'll tell you how I miss you
even if everyone's around.


Para a Didi.

o pianista.

Escuto passos

que passam

sem nunca passar...

Escuto vozes

que ecoam

na escuridão de um olhar...

E sei que estiveste aqui.

Oiço um piano

que toca

sem ninguém ouvir...

Oiço uma voz

que não falando

só sabe sentir...

E sei que estiveste aqui.

Sinto o aroma

a tabaco

difícil de apagar...

Sinto uma guitarra

que solta

gemidos no ar...

E sei que estiveste aqui.

Mas não vais voltar...

by: Sally Vengeance

first kiss

I once met a boy,
many years ago.
Our almost love story
you're about to be told.

He had a sweet smile
and a cute nose, too.
He would always wear black
and sometimes dark blue.

He was pretty gorgeous
and tender as well.
And after all these years
I still remember his smell.

He played the piano
and also the guitar.
And his amazing talent
would eventually make him a star.

Everybody loves him
but they just don't know
that inside Brian's eyes
there's a trapped beautiful soul.

(As dark as they are,
they're invaded by light.
Brian's chocolate browns
turn hazel at night.)

He has cars and girls
and money and fame...
All I got is a memory
and an almost dead flame...

He doesn't remember
but I can't forget
that nice warm evening
when I and Bri met...

Perhaps one day,
he'll eventually know
that there's someone out there
who loves him so...





by: Sally Vengeance.

Dear Brian:

You saved me when I was drowning just to sink my head in the water afterwards. You give me a reason to live while you kill me softly with your deep, deep eyes of a color I just can’t describe. They aren’t brown. Brown sounds so average; hazel sounds too sweet, green sounds too beautiful… Your eyes are so much more than that. I can’t find the words to tell you what your eyes make me feel. They’re warm yet sensual, they’re sweet yet burning. They keep me hanging by a breakable thread. Such a breakable thread…

And then there’s your contagious smile. When you smile, it’s like time goes back about twenty years, back in the time you were just a kid and I wasn’t even born. Even back then, there was already a plan for me. God had it all designed: there would be someone who would love you. Desperately.
I wish that someone wasn’t me, though.
But well, I was talking about your smile… Your smile’s radiant and nice and it always seems to make me smile, even when I’m having a Worst-Day-Of-My-Life, which happens pretty much every day of my life. Your lips have the most perfect shape there is. If Heaven was a country on Earth, it’d be shaped like your lips. But I don’t think it’d taste like your lips. Well, I never tasted them, but I bet they taste like… Like the best taste I’ve ever tasted. Like chocolate. I love chocolate…

Other thing I love is your nose. I guess nowadays people don’t spend much time looking at noses. That’s a shame, ‘cause there are some really cute noses out there. Like yours. Your nose is adorable. I feel like rubbing my nose against yours, sometimes. My friend Deedee speaks of your nose as a small potato. That sure sounds awkward. But well, I like potatoes, too.

And I like your hands. Your hands are big, which is pretty pleasant. Big hands to hold your guitar. I love the way you hold your guitar. I wish you’d hold me like that. Call me silly, but it actually looks like you’re holding a woman when you hold your guitar.
A guitar. A guitar is just a piece of wood with strings attached. Well, it’s the most beautiful thing ever invented, but still… Even a guitar is luckier than me. Damn it! I wish I was a guitar…

I also wish I was a needle. One of those needles they use to make tattoos, you know? The tattoo artist opens the package of a brand new needle, sinks s in the ink and sticks it in your skin. That needle is only used once. It’s a special needle, used only in your soft skin. After it’s been used in your soft skin, it is thrown to the garbage can. How romantic… I feel like a needle… I’ve been used only by you and I know that when you’re done with your beautiful tat, you’ll throw me to the garbage can. But I don’t mind. I live only to touch your soft skin.

And I live to make your ego rise. You look at me, from up that stage and, when you see me crying, you think to yourself I’ve made another girl cry. You don’t even think about it, do you? That among all the girls that cry because of you, one of them may actually be crying for you.
It’s not about hysteria, love, madness… It’s all a matter of… what’s the word? Well, I don’t know the word. Let’s just call it je ne sais quoi.

That’s what I feel about you. I don’t know. It’s not love, it’s not madness, it’s not hysteria, it’s not attraction, and it’s not tenderness. It’s just a feeling called I-Don’t-Know. I wish I loved you, desired you madly, wanted you to Death… I just don’t. I don’t know what to call it. You give it a name. I’m sure you’ll come up with something clever. You’re very smart, even though most of the times you just play a fool or an ass. But you’re smart. Guess that’s what I love the most about you: your intelligence…

I'm lonely and I'm tired.


Sincerelly yours,

Sally Vengeance.

sanity.

bleeding and praying to any god that may hear me
that someday, someone will come free me
from this sinister prison I find myself locked in.
all I know is that I'm chained
to my long lost unforgiven sins.

just burry the remains of my sanity,
burn the ashes of what's left of me.
open up my heart, open up my soul
give me agony til i lose control,

save me from myself
as you break this awkward spell
that haunts me all through the night.
get me out of this maze
as I gaze into your hazel eyes
and slowly hold your body tight.

squeeze my head against your chest
real hard, so i can feelmy brains blowing up
as you laugh yourself to tears.
Where have you been?
where have you been, all these years?
I need you now, I crave for your lovin' here...
Forever the sound of your voice will echoe in my ears.
But forever's a lie, so...
hold me tight, my dear,
just hold me tight.


by: Sally Vengeance

esquissos escassos.

Não te quero ter,
pois se algum dia te tiver
não tardará até te perder.

E se, por acaso, chover
no dia em que vieres,
tem cuidado
p'ra não te perderes.

Não deixarei a tempestade
levar-te no seu abraço.
Pois o tempo é escasso
E eu preciso de ti agora.

Não vejo a hora
de te ter nos meus braços,
de fechar os espaços
brancos que existem entre nós.

Dias houve-os, também,
em que te desejei.
Talvez por pura estupidez,
nem sei...!

Não te quero ter
mas se isso acontecer,
vou prender-te nos meus braços
para nunca te perder!

by: Sally Vengeance.

Angel of Sin

You would be my Jack

And I would be your Sally.

You keep me off the track

And make me feel so silly...

The things you make me do

Sometimes get kinda scary.

You make me cross the line

When you smile at me

You have such a tender grin...

Will you ever be all mine,

my angel of sin?

by: Sally Vengeance.

~~~~

Hello dear,

the angel from my nightmare

The shadow in the background of the morgue

The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley

We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

We'll have halloween on Christmas

And in the night we'll wish this never ends

We'll wish this never ends

I miss you, miss you

Where are you and I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep

I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick strange darkness

Comes creeping on so haunting every time

And as I stared I counted

Webs from all the spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you

And hear your voice of treason

And will you come home and stop this pain tonight

Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head

I miss you, miss you

I Miss You by: Tom Delonge

About a Girl I used to Know

Once upon a time,

There was a girl named Lyn.
She lived in a realm
Where she was the Queen.



In the place Lyn ruled
Everything was white.
You would never guess
What happens there by night…



As everyone sleeps
Queen Lyn stays awake.
She wanders alone
Searching, perhaps, for a stake.

But all that she sees
Is tormented kids,
Convulsing and hallucinating
Like they’ve been smoking weed.



For their mental problems
They’ve been called insane.
What most people don’t know
Is that these kids can feel pain.



As she meanders, confused
Through the frightening white alleys,
Our little Queen Lyn
Starts feeling a little lonely.



She thinks to herself,
As she gazes into her Queen ring:
“I can’t rule my kingdom
Without a good King.” 

So she walks up and down the streets
Picking inside all the windows.
Waiting for her King
To come out of the Shadows.

There’s this cute little boy
Who gets her attention.
For his deep brownish eyes.
He’s Queen Lyn’s infatuation.



She kidnaps the boy and,
To make sure he’s The One,
She mentions three tasks
That have to be done.



The first two tasks
He can’t really fulfill,
For there’s nothing like unicorns
And dragons aren’t real.



The third task, however,
Didn’t go as planned,
For Queen Lyn needed a kiss
From a full-grown man.



So little Brian,
In order to kiss the Queen
Made a little magic trick
That turned him into Syn.



As their lips met
In a timid kiss,
Queen Lyn slowly grew
A carnal sense of bliss.



As they kiss each other,
The Queen and the man.
King Syn slowly turns
Into a kid again.



But little Queen Lyn
Wouldn’t stop growing old.
Even though it was summer
She was feeling cold.



So little Brian
Carried her to the bed
Unaware that Queen Lyn
Was already dead…



Years passed by quickly
And little Brian realized
That his beautiful queen
Has simply died…



The King was having
A really bad day
When the light in his eyes
Finally faded away.





by: Sally Vengeance.

Cubículos.

Tens-me na palma da tua mão

descrevendo círculos frenéticos

em cubículos patéticos

em torno do teu coração.

Tens-me na ponta dos teus dedos,

dedilhando as cordas do destino;

provando o vinho divino

do meu agridoce degredo.

Tens-me presa pela sorte

acorrentada aos teus braços tatuados

e aos inúmeros pecados

com os quais perfumas a morte.

Tens-me petrificada

por entre as memórias quentes

dos nossos encontros ardentes

dos quais já não resta nada...

by: Sally Vengeance