Submissions by RafaeldJdS010
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Letters come to me when they feel like and I put them together on paper. Not an expert in poetry or so, but simply willing to share my writings for whoever would like to read them and eventually improve. Helpful feedback is always appreciated.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2017 1:52pm
28th Aug 2017 1:52pm
Ink & letters
Let the words flow, one after another one.
Empty your mind, fill up with emotions.
Sadness, joy, rage, happiness, despair...
Put that on paper.
Information goes from the brain to the hand, to the pen.
Leaving lines, letters, words, ink on the page.
Leaving the ink stuck in the paper, between the lines, that seem like prison bars.
The letters not even trying to escape from this prison.
Simply accepting their fate
Waiting for someone to read them.
To appreciate, admire them.
To erase, burn...
Empty your mind, fill up with emotions.
Sadness, joy, rage, happiness, despair...
Put that on paper.
Information goes from the brain to the hand, to the pen.
Leaving lines, letters, words, ink on the page.
Leaving the ink stuck in the paper, between the lines, that seem like prison bars.
The letters not even trying to escape from this prison.
Simply accepting their fate
Waiting for someone to read them.
To appreciate, admire them.
To erase, burn...
#PopCulture
583 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 3:48pm
27th Aug 2017 3:48pm
Free.
Looking at the sky, birds flying freely around.
Flying wherever they want, whenever they want.
Using the winds direction to glide effortless.
Free.
Singing, chirping, trilling, tweeting, whistling.
Filling the sky and the space with harmonic music.
Eating healthy, seeds and fruit, taking a nap on a branch for digestion.
Waking up.
Taking a flight, having to take a shit.
Let it out.
Shitting on everyone they feel like.
I wish I was a bird."
~Rafael dJdS
Flying wherever they want, whenever they want.
Using the winds direction to glide effortless.
Free.
Singing, chirping, trilling, tweeting, whistling.
Filling the sky and the space with harmonic music.
Eating healthy, seeds and fruit, taking a nap on a branch for digestion.
Waking up.
Taking a flight, having to take a shit.
Let it out.
Shitting on everyone they feel like.
I wish I was a bird."
~Rafael dJdS
#LifeAsAWriter
517 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 11:53am
23rd Aug 2017 11:53am
Unquiet Mind
This mind that doesn't stop,
like a city without law and order,
streets without signs, redlights nor traffic rules.
If I would let you enter my mind,
you would get lost before the first crossroad,
like myself sometimes, I can't get out of the first crossroad and almost get rolled over by a car named “temptation”.
A feeling that takes away the will to laugh and speak,
that gives the will to cry out of nothing.
Wanting to disappear, searching for a way out of this mind that doesn't stop,
that does more than it should... ...
like a city without law and order,
streets without signs, redlights nor traffic rules.
If I would let you enter my mind,
you would get lost before the first crossroad,
like myself sometimes, I can't get out of the first crossroad and almost get rolled over by a car named “temptation”.
A feeling that takes away the will to laugh and speak,
that gives the will to cry out of nothing.
Wanting to disappear, searching for a way out of this mind that doesn't stop,
that does more than it should... ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
649 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2017 3:41pm
31st Jul 2017 3:41pm
Black Woman
Black woman is beauty.
Black woman is strong.
Black woman was created with brown sugar and warm honey,
the sweetest thing to bless the earth.
Black woman is goddess
and nobody will ever change that."
Translated from portugues:
"Africana é beleza.
Africana é forte.
Africana foi criada com açúcar castanho e mel quente,
a coisa mais doce para abençoar a terra.
Africana é deusa e ninguém irá mudar isso."
...
Black woman is strong.
Black woman was created with brown sugar and warm honey,
the sweetest thing to bless the earth.
Black woman is goddess
and nobody will ever change that."
Translated from portugues:
"Africana é beleza.
Africana é forte.
Africana foi criada com açúcar castanho e mel quente,
a coisa mais doce para abençoar a terra.
Africana é deusa e ninguém irá mudar isso."
...
652 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 11:19pm
27th Jul 2017 11:19pm
Too Late
It's never too late to admire
the pureness of the moon together.
Never too late to express
all the love you have kept inside your heart.
Never too late to ask
her out and make her happy.
Never too late to spend
hours looking at two beautiful brown eyes.
Never too late to love deeply.
It's never too late.
Until she dies one day."
~Rafael dJdS
the pureness of the moon together.
Never too late to express
all the love you have kept inside your heart.
Never too late to ask
her out and make her happy.
Never too late to spend
hours looking at two beautiful brown eyes.
Never too late to love deeply.
It's never too late.
Until she dies one day."
~Rafael dJdS
495 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2017 11:56am
17th Jul 2017 11:56am
A Look
Looking
so smart,
so intelligent,
so handsome
in his eyes.
Not realising
looking
so dumb,
so stupid
in their eyes."
~Rafael dJdS
so smart,
so intelligent,
so handsome
in his eyes.
Not realising
looking
so dumb,
so stupid
in their eyes."
~Rafael dJdS
540 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 3:47pm
15th Jul 2017 3:47pm
Nightmares
Dreams come in sleep,
when the mind disconnects from the world.
Wishing to stay there forever,
unwillingly waking up everytime.
Nightmares come in sleep,
not willing to fall in the arms of Morfeus again.
Staying up while the moon shows it's beauty,
once the sun is down.
Nightmares come not just in sleep,
seeing them in reality too.
The teyollocuani(soul eater) trying to devour what's left of the drained soul,
leaving nothing but an...
when the mind disconnects from the world.
Wishing to stay there forever,
unwillingly waking up everytime.
Nightmares come in sleep,
not willing to fall in the arms of Morfeus again.
Staying up while the moon shows it's beauty,
once the sun is down.
Nightmares come not just in sleep,
seeing them in reality too.
The teyollocuani(soul eater) trying to devour what's left of the drained soul,
leaving nothing but an...
639 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2017 1:30pm
12th Jul 2017 1:30pm
At the End
At the end, what stays is
saddness or happiness,
pain or pleasure,
depression or joy...
...memories."
~Rafael dJdS
saddness or happiness,
pain or pleasure,
depression or joy...
...memories."
~Rafael dJdS
540 reads
1 Comment
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