'All good things come to and End'

'All good things come to an end'

The heart no longer races
my pulse is once again sincronized to life

my mind wonders
only ever so slighlty
only ever so lightly

the poetry is over
finished and gone
but the battle was never won

back to normality
to what a crush should be
a moment of passion and idiocity

the song has been sung
the cards have been layed
the game has been played

I suppose I never jumped
I admit I once ran
but perhaps I folded
too early

I am told to jump
to ask to try
instead I spend all my time wondering why

For now I accept this time of peace
and reflection
as a time of inner inspection

They say say something
do something or you will never know
but right now I need a little peace to grow

I fear regreting not having said a thing
but what should I do
when I don't know if he has a clue

Perhaps neither have I
and that is why I wonder why
now I have played my cards
it is time to see what cards he will play

Cookie prince

Prince cookie

You are lookie

That I give you my cookie

Recipie

Since I could sell

What my oven bakes

Instead of giving you my baking tips

But oh cookie prince

I have found cookie courage

Not to shape you with my cookie cutter

For we may both

Be the vessels of very different

Personalities

And not make a decent ice cream sand which.

To you cookie prince

To me the baking princess

Can we please just agree

That it is always nice

To share a cookie

About of Gout

About of Gout

 

(If I had a crush this is something like what it could be)
The way he talks
the way he walks
For those I don't care
I'd much rather know
if the weather be fine or fare
It's not about his stride
or how his smile can be double-wide
I don't really know
what it is
It could be his eyes like summer skies
but i couldn't tell
i'm still hidding in my shell.
So do I notice when he's there?
Yes, cause for some reason i care.
Do I look to see if he came
though clearly I have no aim?
yet what could it be
that which makes me giggly
it can not be his gaite,
his weight?
Though a nice laughter
I suppose
I wonder how my state arose?
For this crush
is turning me to mush
It can not be his height
though as I think
it just might.
Could it be his hair?
No for it I don't really care.
He is nice
but so is ice.
yet why is this so?
How did it ever grow?
How am I to know?
what am I to do
he hasn't got a clue
but perhaps the best thing to do
is nothing at all

Poem

Original
Procuro o sentido na confusão,
a memória no esquecimento, o amor na indiferença,
a música no siléncio
a paz na guerra.

Procuro a fé no sétissismo
a lua no dia
e na noite o sol.
Na vida procuro a morte
e na morte procuramos a vida.
No ceu procuro o homen
en na terra as nuvens.

Procuro a voz da razão numa multidão.

Procuro, procuro mas nunca ei de encontrar.



I look for sense within confusion
memory within forgetfulness
love within indiference
peace in war.

I look for faith in skepticism
the moon during the day
the sun during the night.

In life I look for death
and in death we look for life.

In the sky I look for man
and on earth I look for the clouds

I look for the voice of reason in a crowd.

I look and look for but I will never find.

confused

Being pulled in a thousand different directions

Feeling stupid

Trying to accept this fuzy feeling

Trying to get over it.

More confused each day

More questioning

No answers

Yet no questions

Believing in a dream

I never had before

Turning and turning

Can’t take it anymore

Wishing I was five again

And emotions didn’t matter

Wishing for something

I try not to admit

Thinking

Thinking

Never understanding

Standing forever at a crossroads

Waiting

For I don’t know what

Hopping this confusion will pass

to the unkown prince

I feel my heart drop

As I see him come

I try to be rational

To stop being emotional

But he’s in a suit

He looks so cute

What can I do but smile

I try to hide it

I try to be angry

But I can’t

I see his face

It makes my mind race

I am not at fault

For having to come to like his face

So no longer guilty for what I feel

I peak behind a door

Just to stare

Without being seen

So all I see is his back

Every time I see him go

I regret having said nothing

I regret not running

But to go after him

In whatever way

Would be a loss

I don’t know if I would be ready to pay

If after we spoke

Things went the wrong way

So I peak

I wonder what to do

I try to hint

But he still has no clue

And I am back

Wondering what to do

Poem to a prince

Does he notice

When I check to see if he there

Even if he doesn’t notice

I can’t say that’s unfair.

What would he think

If he knew.

Probably does just doesn’t know how to chew.

If

If i told you I always check to see if you came

I know you probably think I’m lame

If I told you you had a good voice

What would you say?

Would you show me your smile?

If I told you I look for your voice

Amid the other male voices

Would you think it kind

Or rather crazy

If I told you I had run out of reasons

To sit beside you

But that I had run out of reasons not

Would you think me a fool?

If I told of how the thought of you makes me smile

If I told how much I try not to

 but always end up looking to see where you are

would you think I have gone too far?

If I told you how when I look away

It is to smile

You must think me dry

And formal

But what do people do when they feel scared?

The unknown is scary

Liking you and not knowing you is my fear