"She wants to be a poem but I don’t want to writw her. I don’t want her to become my lies, my pain and my greatest scheme."
— I refuse to write her, (mick)
"Holed up in a cave
eternity swallows
our souls"
— (via writerinspace)

writerinspace:

Is it possible that a soul is worth the lost love?
This is my fake mild semblance of life,
Because in fact nothing lasts, nothing that was.

Fleeting kiss carried by the gray wind
Ardent memories of a bygone era.
Give me the sun or rain.

writerinspace:

What are we if not a music wave
Caressing the ears of the world
Before fading like the waves
A second of trouble in a chimeric lake

And I have the melancholy

What was you; otherwise, vague whisper of kiss
At the corner of my lips filed
And already, the heat had faded
When your lips are spread

And I have the melancholy
Haunted by your charms
I have the melancholy
Red with tears
I have the melancholy

What is left to us when the sound shut off?
If it is only a vague melody
Sometimes whistled by a being who loved us
And already then fades when tune goes out

And I have the melancholy

What is left of your presence at my side
If this is the pain of a vague memory
My fingers cann’t hold
And disappears from my thoughts

And I have the melancholy
Life disarms me
I have the melancholy
It’s not a drama
I have the melancholy

"I just wished that someone will meet me when I get home."
— (via writerinspace)

writerinspace:

I feel that you would like me to shut up, that my sentence stops there and your eyes don’t follow my words. But you also know that nothing will stop me from writing, I can bind and bind again, and again, without that you can’t stop me. And that irritates you.

You can’t stop me, it’s too late. I speak at this time. And everyone listens to me while reading this. The only thing you could do now is stop reading. And paradoxically, you will not stop reading, you will continue to follow the path of my words and I will continue to report you. Want to know how far my words will and curiosity will eat you. You could put a bullet in my chest now, nothing would be, and it’s too late! You don’t see that I cry your injustice? You don’t see that I scream your crimes in your ears so much they bleed? Hang me, but I still cry and I wake up the rumor of a sleeping world. You can’t shut me. Silent scream for me now.

Immortal cry of denunciation and accusation.

— The cry of my alter ego, (mick)

writerinspace:

"People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.” #prose #photograph #lit

writerinspace:

"People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’

If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.

They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’

So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.” #prose #photograph #lit

"I’ve always been afraid of pride, a sense of complacency and selfishness. I’m afraid because I believe it is possible that I get carried away by such feelings. I’m afraid of being too proud, too sufficient and too confident in me as I am nothing."
— Nonsense, irrelevant and moronic, (mick)

writerinspace:

It’s sadly pathetic, 
One who lives in his dreams
Nothing ever populate the table
If he doesn’t decide a truce.

I’m clinging to the unknown dead branches,
Who lives in dying projects;
I aim to push all doors,
To silence the cries of my blood.

I find life too sad,
So I designed the murder of routine.
I dare not treat me as an artist;
I am a designer with the smell of nicotine and caffeine.

I deny the obvious to aim the better.
I will probably not touch that disappointments,
But prefer executioner’s honeyed errors:
Better to miss the stars live without passion.

I don’t delude myself that too,
Even my texts seem to lose their faith;
I run into a wall at full gallop,
Yet I continue to follow my cross.

I fall without doubt,
I surely will bend,
However, if the road remains,
My dreams will be diamond.

"I’ve always been afraid of pride, a sense of complacency and selfishness. I’m afraid because I believe it is possible that I get carried away by such feelings. I’m afraid of being too proud, too sufficient and too confident in me as I am nothing."
— Nonsense, irrelevant and moronic, (mick)