Brainstorming

    Quietly thinking About a Loud future         Photography by: Joao Silas

Type

You don’t know me You never will I’m not your type of girl I’m a little too real That’s cool with me ‘Cause I’m not for everyone I’m no happy meal I’m a feast fit for a king

The One

She watched him letting contemplation claim the canals of her mind She wondered if he was the one The one that would erase the others from the servers of her brain To fade the scars on the chambers of her heart Could he make her forget about the one that dipped her heart in dry…

Her

All she wore was a smile His favorite cloth Woven from good intentions He was ready to get lost in her ­­­­­­­­­­­kingdom Devour her ecstasy Swim in her lake Bathe in her waterfall Drown in her oasis Hunt for the key that unlocked the door to her fortress Vacation in her paradise Seek asylum in…

Beholder

Stare into my eyes and tell me what you see. A portrait painted with beauty and innocence Or a collection of pixels illustrating magnificence? Can you count the number of thoughts fluttering pass my labyrinthine mind? Can you crack the secrets trapped in my mouth, Lock behind my lips, That my tongue tries to spill?…

Slippery Slope

In a forest dead of life, a woman stands Lost of her sense of direction She stands there waiting for someone to find her and carry her home Thinking she is alone she talks to herself Reminiscing about all her bad deeds Saying things that she would never tell a soul As the tears rolled…