He Mumbles

He mumbles
Moving his loose lips as if it wasn't intentional
As if it was coming out from his furious stomach

His eyes portray rage
Eyebrows curved and tense in the centre of his face

He is holding something
An old paper cup maybe 

His eyes don't fix on anything
They just swim on the surface 

He's still mumbling
Closed body language
Oversized rain coat
Old jeans
Curved shoulders

It's been 1 hour and he is still standing there
In front of the massive old building
The beauty of the architecture clashes with the pain in his eyes 

He is still mumbling
His body sways from one side to the other occasionally

People walk by
They don't want to see it
They ignore
Same way they ignore the grandness of the building lost on the grey clouds

My curiosity grows bigger every second
I want to know this creature
I want to follow him daily
See what he likes
What he hates
Where he goes

But my fear stops me from talking to him
Stops me from looking into his eyes
I am embarrassed of my easy happy life
This clean thick window protects me from that unknown anger
Not in a good way

Silent cries

Every day

She caries that smile from check to check.

Fake smile,

Like a mask stuck to her bones.

Not enough food on the table.

Her 4 children are getting thinner and thinner every month,

And she will have to explain why daddy is not around anymore.

He abandoned us. No, she still cannot tell them.

Lie? She can't either.

She only stares at those little soggy eyes that scream silent cries... The ones only a mothers heart can hear.

Devoradores

Somos devoradores de criação

Somos construtores de imaginação

Somos sempre

Mesmo longe

Conjuntos

Constantes

Somos o oposto daquele que simplesmente é

Somos tudo

Somos nada

Somos nós 

Under cold earth

Walking the streets of London

At night,

I can hear the hearts beating,

The lives running,

People screaming.

Pleasures,

Fears,

Insecurities.

We all fight in the same battle,

with totally opposite enemies.

She cries about her dead mother,

He kills for drugs.

She feeds her sick dying baby,

He lost his job.

We are all just afraid

Looking for comfort,

A snugly pillow to lie our heads

And forget about something that will never go away.

My fears are bigger than someone else's, smaller than others,

As are my conquests.

It will all end under cold earth.

Deletable ideal future

Sometimes I wonder if I could erase the ideal future.

It follows me around with the idea that I won't make it, that I will fail.

I have no time .

No time to do all I want.

No time to feel all I want.

No time to meet all of them,

To love all of it.

My foolish heart runs towards death every day.

All those dreams,

Those plans.

They take away from me the present,

Make me forget about the past

And only dream about the future.

Pretend

I don't know you

You don't know me

I don't know myself

You don't know yourself

We live in lies

In fear

In rules

In stuff

There's nothing

Every relationship

Dead

Pretend

Tell them it's amazing

Marry

Have kids

Put a smile on your face

Take pictures

Throw parties

Drown in your own addictions

Power to end

There it is

Right in front of me

Dark, dirty

Calling

I could end all of it

All of the pain

The joy

The disgust

The anger

In one sharp sudden movement

How would people react?

Scream? 

I won't

But I could

It only attracts me because it is uncertain

It is unrecognisable

It is warm

There's nothing like it

Curiosity

What would it feel like?

The jumping, quick

My heart would pump harder than ever did.

My breathing would get intense

My whole body would shake in terror and excitement

I would probably regret it on the last second

But then

The collision

One fraction

slow motion

My flesh being squished against the train

The sound of bones breaking

Blood explosion

One fraction

Knowing I have the power of ending a life makes me feel satisfyingly powerful.