You without me?

Are you sure you wanna face nights without me?
All secrets of your intimacy I got to meet.
A lot of nights you would dream of me.
Why should we give up now and let it end like this?
In every relationship there's illusions, disillusions, and mistakes
that in our lives by the thousand arrive.
So who says that just for one mistake we let all wrong emotions drive?
I won't let anybody get in our way, nor will I let them destroy the dreams
we thrive.
Just get close to me and let me caress your fears away,
Let me control your conscious, make you happy, and love you each and every day.
I can't see you lonely, but you say you don't want me anymore,
The hours and the days quickly die,
But I'm sure that for me you always cry.
You say that my words are thorns of a broken rose,
Sometimes I say the wrong words when the right ones are right up in my nose.
Why don't we learn from all this hell?
Many years together we will always live well.
You know me, you know sometimes I need a push... a hand.
I need you in my life because without you I'm not a man.
I always hear you screaming in my head,
The words are clear and this is what you said:

"No matter where you go, you'll never find a woman like me,
You'll never find a girl that will cook for you just like I did,
With all the love and desire that was always lit.
Another woman that will attend you, take care of you right,
A woman that will wait for you every night.
A woman like me has not been born yet,
Because I love you and will always put up with your shit."

Good Friends, huh?

Danger! Be careful with those who say they're your friends,
they're introduced and turn out to be the fakes.
Somehow they infiltrate your life without a face,
like a ghost breathing next to you and all you feel is the air they breath.
They shake your hand with the right and with the left they penetrate
the knife deep inside... be careful.
And I know all about it because I've seen it, lived it, and learned from it while I took a dive in life.
Now my senses are on the defense, they're active and constantly listening for those harsh sounds of the fake.
I feel like I have the love of a vampire with sharp fangs, you can salute me, but don't get too close because I bite.
I dare you to get close to me with your filthy lies and disgusting sense of being,
you stink and also act like you wanna hang.
Never trust! In arguments without a sense that fools often wanna say.
I don't trust! Not even a cold corpse laying on the floor dead.
I don't trust! Not even my reflection in the mirror when I smile... it reminds me of others that smile when the knife is deep.
Sometimes I feel pain for not trusting my own habits acquired by my style.
All this is just around me,
but it's worse when I get a hand that might just drown me,
It just confuses me... anyone out there could be a rat objected to ruin me.
So, beware I say... don't fall asleep, don't get lost, and always remember...
The right hand has more power,
and can make the left surrender.
You should observe your friends... very closely.
Friends for what? In the long run they always turn their back while you're in need.
Fake friends I don't want! I'd rather be alone.
Friends for what? The majority are a bunch of traitors,
They get there last, and they stumble you to get there first.
Often when they finally learn to fly... they forget that it was you who gave them wings.
One clever saying says: "what goes up must come down," and it doesn't always concerns gravity.
The road of life is very long, and you'll never now when you'll have to cross again that bridge you once burned.
Remember Zaul in the Bible? From outside he celebrates you, but in his heart he's envious... and may cause harm.
No friends, that's my theory... friends are like fruits in the trees... on day they'll hit the ground rotten.
Good friends, huh? So you say.

The need to write..... a poem

A few years ago I had this need to write poems. It was as if an angel from the heavens took over my soul and wanted to express ideas and feelings that I would never (purposely) express. I'm that kind of person who finds it hard to show emotions or feelings. Sometimes it's good but other times it may even harm those closest to me. But that's how God made me. Nevertheless, God also gave me the gift to be creative in both, writing and general design... maybe that's why I chose to be a web designer. Anyway... expect to find a few poems that I wrote a few years ago and that now are embraced by the light... I'm a bit scared though... some long-hidden feelings are revealed within these poems... enjoy.