outro poema (em inglês)

i wish i was right
i wish me and my mind were better built
i wish i wrote poems half as much as i worry about writing poems
i wish my hair was straighter, my style was greater
god, i wish i was the fucking best poem creator

i wish i was brave
i wish i didn't get so attached
and i wish i could socially interact without having to overreact about every single word that i said

i wish i could talk on the phone without choking
and i wish i could talk to people in person
without chocking

i wish i could just relax my fucking mind
i wish i didn't always feel confined
and i specially wish my heart wasn't so blind

i wish i could sing - i wish i could be the best singer
to be quite honest, i wish i was the best at everything

i wish i could be seen and at the same time be as invisible as something non existant

i wish my face wasn't this round
i wish i'd stop comparing myself to others
and i wish i could stop thinking that the people that are laughing near me are laughing at me

i wish i didn't think about my body every time i ate something that is considered unhealty

i wish i was actually as extroverted as people think i am

i wish i wasn't a perfectionist
i wish i could give myself the freedom to make a mistake without spending sleepless nights thinking about that mistake

I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

i wish i wasn't so hard on myself
so maybe i should stop writing a poem about things i wish i was or wasn't

pensamentos de dentro de um avião

21/02/16

Incrível o contraste de ansiedade e tranquilidade entre minha cabeça deitada às 4 da manhã e meu corpo encostado na janela do avião num horário que eu desconheço. Não vejo mais uma não prova de que o pior é antes; o esperar, imaginar, e no meu caso, NÃO PARAR DE PENSAR. Acontece que, pra mim, passar metade de um dia em quase total silêncio, sozinha, sem sinal de celular pela maioria do tempo, mas cheio de músicas como Sweet Disposition, Lovers in Japan e a discografia do Passenger é terapêutico pra mim. Acontece que eu e meus pensamentos (que poucas vezes nos damos bem) nos damos muito bem em momentos como agora. Agora nesse avião.

um poema (em inglês)

How long does it take
for a heart to brake
How much time will be consumed
before something that's been ruined
Can assume that it aches
And it should not ache anymore

How long do you have to drown
until you breakdown
and realize
the only thing
that's making you cling
is a string you so magically believe
that connects you and him
and the sleeve that holds the smell of the man

you gave yourself to

The answer is: i don't know
but i do know this
Surviving exists
The body resists
Even though the mind insists
to think about the kiss
that makes you reminisce the sleepless nights together

The smiles come
Time becomes your best friend
better than the one whom was once your sun
And soon every memory you have will blend

as you're finally ready to tell yourself: this is the end