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feeling something and put it into words is the most beautiful form of art
written by: @dercatshoff

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se eu, você, nós

Se eu fosse me expressar,
quantas palavras eu deveria usar?
Se eu escrevo o que eu sinto,
seria a única arte em que não minto?
Se eu te amo em meus versos,
quer dizer que te tenho em todos universos?
Se eu seguro sua mão,
é estar segurando meu mundo então?

Se você fosse desabafar,
qual sua forma favorita de se expressar?
Se você estivesse triste,
entenderia que o amor existe?
Se você quisesse ser compreendida,
conversaria ou ficaria arrependida?
Se você procurasse amor,
estaria disposta a sentir dor?

Se nós queremos um futuro,
respiraríamos um amor mais puro?
Se nós buscamos a felicidade,
a encontraríamos em que idade?
Se nós sempre queremos mais,
quando então teremos paz?
Se nós não dermos certo,
sacrificaria tudo pra me ter por perto?

Se eu, você, nós
Tirássemos o “se” das frases,
Tirássemos os pontos de interrogações,
Viveríamos uma vida sem fases.
E assim perceber que
Precisamos sempre aproveitar o tempo,
E não fazer perguntas,
Sorrir, sentir, repetir.

E mesmo com pensamentos diferentes,
Somos inseparáveis.
Nossa conexão é tão forte,
Tornando nossos sentimentos imutáveis.
Entre todas as figuras religiosas,
Seja Alá, Shiiva ou Maomé,
O jeito que tu me encanta é diferente,
Que tipo de droga você é?

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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3 years ago

upside down

I hate my life.
I don’t think that I would ever say
I love my life.
It’s not worth living
And it’s crazy to think that
Life is precious.
Struggles and hopeless dreams,
Wanders through shallow streams,
Memories of what I’ve suffered
Breathing bromine and sulfur,
Making me wash from
All my religious beliefs,
Among clear skies and golden rifts,
Everything good that occurred,
My astonishing truth.
I will give up.
Because I don’t think that
It’s worth it to keep trying.
When drowning in negative thoughts,
There’s no helping hand,
And it’s foolish to think
How beautiful life is,
Because someone will always remind you,
It’s not really how it is.
I’m here to be honest and fair,
I’m still the same.
I don’t believe that
I can change.
Unforgiveness and bitterness
Fills my heart reigning over
Goodness and righteousness.
I hate my life.
I will keep neglecting that
I love my life.

(now read it upside down)

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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3 years ago

world of reflections

Three steps back, three deep breaths,
in the mirror I found a threat.
What if inside the mirror there’s a whole new world,
a scarce reflection of pity souls?
The way people see themselves,
it’s different from anyone else.
In the mirror, what do you see?
Paradise or burning trees?
You should see what others sees in you
your personality, your importance, your perfume.
Sometimes I see a broken spirit,
it consumes my mind and makes me fear it.
Sometimes I see a doll house,
where people come to play around for some cause.
Sometimes I see the way I dress,
in this world of reflections I confess
all the mistakes I’ve worshiped yet,
all the moments soaked in regrets.
I see myself laughing until I cry,
I see myself bragging over lies.
Everything I hear is an opinion not a fact,
Everything I see it’s a perspective, not the truth.
In the mirror I see me,
In the end, I see what I’m meant to be.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

my religion

If I could paint the moon with rose petals,
if I could travel to Neptune, cold and lethal,
if I could navigate through Greeks and Egyptians,
I would share with you; my contribution.
My faith is as strong as my beliefs,
it comes from pure love, not “maybes” or “ifs”,
it’s an absolute feeling that comes to my mind,
it’s an absolute soul that I was meant to find.
But in this world of “maybes” and “ifs”
in my surroundings people get cold and stiff,
because most of them don’t have something to believe,
most of them don’t have a reason to live.
I will exalt you in many languages and gestures,
even if I had to teach and preach different lectures,
it is worth it because your love breaks the sound,
stumbles, shakes, burns, the ground.
I survived 100% of my worst days;
talking to heaven every time that I pray,
humbling and saving me from the things I do;
my religion is authentically loving you,

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

you

Midnight sun,
our story had just begun.

I had to lose a lot people,
trilogies, novels, movie sequels,
until I forget where I came from,
until I found out that I love someone.
I found myself alive,
enchanted by your summer smile,
I found love in the spring of your eyes,
a new life, vicious lifetime.
This is not a poem, it’s a confession,
about a connection that I have to mention,
that floods valleys, rivers, and streams,
something that brings happiness inside of me.
I thought I knew the moon,
I thought I knew how flowers bloom,
I didn’t know that wishes came true,
until I finally held you.
There are some things that I can’t understand:
why God made the mountains? I can’t explain.
I only know that He made the stars and the moon,
to be my guidance to you.
If you are the definition of love,
I’ll cry out loud and above
to angels and butterflies that I’ve just proved,
that you are the only one I’ve ever loved.

I am a fool to feel, to love,
to hope, to fail,
but a fool with a chance
to be happy.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

fears

The journey of the sun and the moon is predictable,
but ours is our ultimate art.
We hold each other for no reason
until we get to meet a new start.
We choose to love someone every morning,
we look for a perfume to rent.
A glass of Franzia gives a warning,
that every beginning ends.
Eyes globes shape and translate my traits,
screenshots my heart leafy grey.
Some days spirits may have to wait,
other days, they are better off that way.
I know that you are scared,
and I am scared too.
But let's face love together,
because I only want to feel it with you.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

at least

All the risks and mistakes I’ve made,
the places and paths I’ve shaped,
all the wrongs turns that became right ones too,
all led me to you.
Perfect like a midnight sun,
drugs that makes me numb,
I try to be perfect,
cos I know you are worth it.
Stumbled back home with my sinful emotion,
shotguns and red roses, a poisonous potion,
angels asking what is love to you,
and for how long it keeps your sky blue.
Under the neon lights we lay our sensations,
finger tips tracing constellations,
I’m two steps from turning of the lights,
so I can see stars in your eyes.
Wrapped in my drunken arms, at least tell me
that you love me only,
with no secrets or broken smiles,
at least lie, at least for tonight.
Is this love?
Maybe, someday.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

imperfectly perfect

The way you look on that dress,
makes me want to confess to you.
Your eyes Atlantic blue,
telling me that you’re coming through,
lighting up your silhouette threats
making me lose my breath.
My reputation says that I fall fast;
I fall for the spells that you cast.
The sweet hell you call upon myself,
makes me believe you might belong to someone else,
and I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help.
It was the best feeling I’ve ever felt.
I can see a whole world through your eyes,
I see dark stars with red skyes,
meaning that some of your lights fades,
when your world is full of haze.
And I learn how to love what I can mend,
even if I can’t be with you in the end.
Because you’re a special human what can I say,
I’ll do whatever it takes to make you stay.
By holding a space in my heart with gratitude,
in the midst of any solitude,
you realize that not every star belongs to your sky,
I just want to see you shine.
I won’t even tell you the whitest lies,
I would hate to see you cry.
Maybe regrets are your weakness,
because there’s no reason to keep secrets.
It’s easier to let a heart wait when it’s full
then make a heart break for you.
To you I give my love that is wild,
you deserve something gentle, sweet, mild.
If it’s someone else then let it be,
like religion, I will believe,
on all the things that have a reason to exist,
all the things I cannot fix.
The Goddess don’t rule the world,
you rule the world.
I come to love not by finding a perfect person,
but by seeing the worsen
of someone that won’t be loved briefly,
an imperfect person perfectly.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

(continues)

The candle was beautiful, was unique,
sensitive, harmonious, and Angelique.
The candle will sit in my room,
by the window next to plants and shrooms.
It changed its size when didn’t fit,
when it was lost, it needed a little trip.
The candle enlightened everything around,
spread shadows like roots inside the ground.
At daytime, the candlelight thought
that it could be as bright as the sun, a little soft.
At night, the candlelight made shadows on my wall,
imaginary figures, emotions, that watched me fall.
The candle had a lot of good relationships,
it loved wine, it loved to sip it.
The candle expelled energy when it sang,
struck souls like venomous fangs.
Its poison was knowledge,
its sin was dark red, its fear on the edge.
I raised the candle inside my eyes,
and aligned it with the stars inside my mind.
The candle was lit most of the time,
but the wax was disappearing due to white lies.
If for a moment the flame was put it away,
loneliness would reign every day.
One thing that made the candle furious.
It was the questions that made it curious;
the questions about its colors, its creation,
about hot and cold, different sensations.
The candle had one wish,
be alive in the middle of the mist:
‘cause it’s hard to keep the flame alive,
but through all the bad days, the candle survived.
The candle was getting smaller and smaller,
how can I make it a little taller?
I tried to light it up but I burned myself,
can’t ignite the candle without help.
But one day, the candle got a meaning,
it was unique for her, an unique feeling.
Rainbow colored and butterfly shaped.
It remarkably reshaped and changed.
Nothing could kill that flame,
not even my tears, and I had someone to blame.
The candle still sits by my window behind the curtains,
and I stare at it everyday, to be certain,
that it was the best gift I’ve received,
because for the first time it made me believe
that it will follow me until the day I die.
The candle holds my life.
I’m greatful for the candle.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

the best

Guided by the stars and the moon,
every day feels like a honeymoon.
Flying through the green of the trees as they grow,
I die inside your eyes right where they glow.
I learned to love the scars of your delicate skin
and realize that my greatest sin
it’s when you lay down with me
while our hands touch halfway to meet.
You warm me up like a cup of tea,
you move my waves along with the Caspian Sea.
You're my holiness, my peace, my place to rest,
and for that, I give you all my best.
Damn this life that is going so fast,
I'm certain that what we have will last.
3 A.M. inside your car,
you decorate my sky with stars
and ask if my ascendent is Pisces just to see
that we went from strangers to meant to be.
She touched a part of me that I didn’t know,
it wasn’t my body, it was my soul.

The definition of love is you,
I’ll always love the worst of you, I do.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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4 years ago

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4 years ago

panic

Some days I feel like I’m the ocean:
I know five percent of what I’m truly am
and I’m still foolish enough,
for believing that I would not drown inside my waters.
I bloom after midnight.
Reminiscing shine,
I’m just a moon trying seeking fullness
in phases.
I’m not interested in flowers or lust,
give me a bouquet of empathy and trust
‘cause I have got to a point where
my light and my night,
my rage and my joy,
are both holy.
My dear anxiety pills,
non natural,
takes me back to where it started;
a memory that I wish I could forget,
a memory that I’ll never forget.
My dear angels,
divine,
gave me two ears,
made me understand that my memories
are what made me.
My mind exchanges hot ashes for trees,
sour screams for peace.
There’s a hole in my soul,
killing me forever.
I’m the thorn of the rose,
is it over?
I can’t escape my mind,
I try to keep the control,
but it doesn’t mean that I can’t change,
doesn't mean that I don’t have time.
If I’m lost again, I’ll pour my emotions out,
and shape them into a small clay pot,
because if I break, I can always reshape myself,
and grow little by little, anyway I want it.
I’m going to dance with my shadow,
mirror my character in different hearts,
and never stay where it’s shallow,
because comfort comes from where is deep,
deep thoughts, deep feelings.
I’m not seeking validation in appearances,
I’m not sticking with the familiar,
I’m not going to be consumed by the darkness,
I’m not worrying about time,
everything is where it is supposed to be.

@dercatshoff by @ricardowrites

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5 years ago