Walking Home
Walking home
I was walking on the train tracks alone. While rainy, foggy darkness was surrounding me, I can barely see thanks to my phone. walking next to a ditch stream, knee-deep.
My only witness was a cute little bird. Jumping, flying, chirping, and crying While I'm under my umbrella made of blue. Against the fabric, the water burred
Walking through a deserted rural zone In the distance, I could see the next station light. My trousers are being moisturized, and my head is dry from the storm. But I had to be careful not to jam my shoes on the track.
The night is cold. My hands are shaking. No reflections; I can't see my breath. There is no option but to keep walking. Each step on the quebracho Railroad ties gets me closer to my bed.
Suddenly, a cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. Something was coming, but the little bird told me not to look back. I shall be fine as long as I keep moving forward. It was the entity that was roaming around.
-"Hello young boy", the suave voice said. A sharp pain on my shoulder almost made me faint. But the bird told me not to look back. That's how it gets you, you shall never be seen alive.
-"It's rude to not answer in kind." I could feel a strong grip behind my neck. I acted as if I didn't care; I carried on with my long steps. But the presence was persistent enough to be contemplated.
-"If you don't talk to me, you'll regret it now!" The bird could not speak up, for it was pulled back fast. The last thing the birdie could tell was not to look back. Now we were alone—it and I.
I tried to run to the next station light. It was in vain; I was far away. And the creature was clawing my legs. -"It's over, young one; you shall be a nice dessert."
Ears on the wet ground I couldn't help it, but I laughed aloud. Its claws lifted my face. -"What's so funny, or did you just lose your head?"
With a quick kick, I made it stumble to the tracks. -"The train is almost here, you ghastly clown," and then I got up. The wretched-looking thing did not understand. But the train took all its remains to the moon and out.
Emerging from the dark fog The silent metal snake carried out its route. From that night forward, I did not travel alone. Because I can see it's wicked grin when I keep my eyes close.
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December fright
December fright.
There's no peace of mind.
Just empty laughs, echoing around.
-"OMG! Are you sad?"
-"Hide your face right now!"
-"You're dragging us down!"
Now, I drink alone on the roof.
Having a slice of pizza at midnight.
While fireworks paint the sky blue.
No more empty ball rooms,
No more wasted champagne.
It's so easy to say: "enough!"
Now the summer night is turning cold.
A small relief from the old,
Alone with my pop songs.
happy festivities to you all!!
Typical old book cover : blank
Well... what about the first page? Also blank
Ok, ok let's see the book spine: Name of the author who I don't know (sometimes it's Russian)
That doesn't tell me anything, I shall see the back cover: blank
I'm loosing it! Maybe the last page has an index: nope.
Ok, last try second page of the book: title
But... but what's the book about? I'm in a hurry!!
Thoughts on the last night train
At night, reality seems fake. Through the train window, I see building silhouettes. An image on top of the other, so there's a future to make.
Is it shyness, or did I really make a mistake? His touch, aura, and passion seem rehearsed. Nice hugs turned to claws, cutting me like cake.
Do I forget to talk? Why can't I speak? His torso is now over me, and I feel his mad heartbeats. I'm drowning, I can't breathe, and he is kissing my cheek!
I'm hurt, but I don't cry. Deep inside, I enjoyed all of that. Now my future is another nocturnal destination.
Lots of artist sing about love, woe and abstract perceptions. Hovewer, I propose to sing about mundane things, such as that slice of pizza that calls upon you at night when you're 12 beers deep, or that thing that lives in the walls and steals your left socks.
Life is to short to worry about emotions.
Just another day...
Another comunist eating a big mac
It's so hot in the summer; it's a waste of time.
Free thinkers are chugging Simon's chyme.
[Chorus]
Just another day in paradise!!!
Don't sit around; you better get green bucks!
While the fascists are doing peace signs
Happy Birthday, Rosy! Have some rotten pie!
[Chorus]
Just another day in this futuristic grime!!!
Life and microchips were a mistake.
A crisis is caused by greed and pain.
Don´t ask your grandma, or she'll rot in hell.
[Chorus]
Just another day is what it takes!!!
Just don't look at the news!!
Panic and powder are on the Day view!!
Shit eating grins showing a school phew phew!!
[Chorus]
Just another day in disgust!!
"The law is made for you to abide!"
exclaimed the micro-plastic rich with pride.
While politicians are launching the last genocide.
[Chorus]
Just another day in paradise!!!
<puts tin foil hat> Until the rich people manage to implement a dyson sphere, thus privatizing the very sun.
Electronic Sleep
A place with electric lights Filled to the brim with virtual minds Looking for beauty and following a true path A phosphorous room where no one can run.
You might open and close the door. But your image stays the same. You may ask for forgiveness. But processes don't hear your pain.
Everything is a boundless map. but we know it's all planned. The ghost on your pane Are a product of your intake.
The world was made by winners. It's pointless to change fate. Let the pretty images take you away. Let the androids dream instead.
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When it rains
I write when it rains. As if all my pains are washing away. When such a dark miracle shakes the window panes,
Only the taste of his blood makes sense. It allows me to be back in reality, past the tense darkness. While his feeble body lays comfortably on my bed.
Or something like that alone, I would pen aloof. While listening, the rain drops fall from the roof. I wonder if the clouds can see me now; surely they will send proof.
My face is blank, and thousands My inner voice is morphing into the same I shift my body, not my shame.
If only I could be relaxed, free of judgment. While water drips from the firmament Thinking of how to avoid my permanent fate
The only leak I have is predictably in my heart. stepping on puddles of my own hope, crying aloud. I have no option but to follow my own white cloud.
Vampire
"He's an immortal." 'How can you tell?' "Look at his pace." "He didn't break a sweat."
A young, handsome-looking man running laps under the misty evergreens. Listening to music on a walk-man truly an anachronistic scene.
"I hate those life drainers. A trap made in good manners, Being immune to death, They remind us, How pointless life can end."
'Maybe he feels alone, Being isolated and all Cursed to live the same night As a thousand falls'.
"He's unable to feel. Don't be so gullible. In his veins runs nothing but cold blood. There's nothing real in his smile. A shell, a mockery of man, don't be blind!"
Now the ethereal presence abandons the trees. Having dwelled in countless dark places, Being part of the scenery, never the spotlight Endless drinking, socializing, and expanding his mind…
"I must end this; that's why I call. This will be a deadly brawl. Unless I show him his true self, I need your help to break his charming spell."
Now the morning mist is on the rise. But before the helper could take a stride A soft voice calls his name. inside his head, thus sealing his fate.
'Come, rest with me,' the voice entreats. 'I feel your heart beating alone. Be mine, and you shall never be bored'.
The poor victim smiles with glee. soon to be his forever lover. Left alone, his friend chases a jogging illusion. Both were prey all along, for the mist was the real intruder.
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