Dry

I can walk Quietly I can choke My mouth is full of silence My mind is thrilled with fantasies My fists Tighten my fears And my tongue is so dry I Need water I Need something between my teeth Anúncios

A porta tão difícil de abrir – Poema

I Não tenho mais o que mostrar. Lamento o encontro da cabeça com os joelhos. Cerco os mesmos com os braços Sento na porta de casa, Do lado de dentro, Antes mesmo de se fechar e Puxo forte com os pulmões A umidade que ainda me resta Que teima em me esvaziar e Fugir II…

Ass-fuckd as me – Poem

We could not Have the luxury of paying $100 On the electric bill. When it was cold we Used to turn on all the burners With pans filled with water on top Of them Boiling and warming us up And the gas bill Hardly cost more than 30 bucks Hungry we were The two of…

Am I the curse – (Roberta Pan)

I only appear when there is flash I’m the contrast of quota, community, the course in the church, I’m the curse and the ingrained wickedness. I sit, I look sideways. Am I the only black guy in that college? “Why are you wasting your time sitting in this room at this age? You could be…

just write it – Poema

i’m too drunk to write i’m too drunk to write in english but i don’t care if a bottle of wine is a limit to my creativity I don’t deverve to be a writer i wanna be so fuck the rhythm fuck the grammar rules fuck the … what the fuck i’m writing about? nothing…

Words that should not have been invented (Lucio) – Miniconto

She leaned towards my left ear, while riding me wildly. She said she loved my dick. I’m not into one night stands, but with her it felt like we’d met already. I was raised by a religious family and never ever talk dirty, so I said, trembling my voice: – I love your vagina. She…