Biography of Adam Pinheiro
I'm 15 and I've been living in the U.S all my life. My interests include reading [fiction novels and poetry], abstract photography, sketching, punk/emo music, having a good conversation, aim/msn, writing, and many more. Typically, I like writing fiction. However, as of maybe the [second? ] week of September '09, I was inspired to take up poetry as an emotional release. SO, I haven't been doing this long, so my poems most likely aren't that good, or well written. I hope you can at least decode, and like the messages behind them: P. I'm open for any interpretations you may have. If you're curious on the background of a certain poem, don't hesitate to ask, I'd love to share =]. They all reflect me in some way, shape, or form.
Adam Pinheiro Poems
Untitled (For Now)
I think in all the world we’ve always doubted, Why—why we were put here, painless, powerless, And growing brighter in the world of soreness, Lashed by lies, illudes, bluffs and betrayals.
Down once more, slowly seep, Brittle bones, the weakened knee While thick in clouds, all around, The darkness rips a grimace firm.
In a tragically special superior, A tired that sleep can never undo. I’m tired of stress, anxiety, fear, Sick of the sarcasm that’s laced with lies,
In screaming silence, minds will shatter And bleed dry the terror of a thousand hearts; In silence our minds will lock, will warp— Silence will scream a thousand secrets
In the open crowd, a cavalcade of faces, A minority in the menagerie; his prison, And on his brow a quake, a quiver, Behind those eyes the dams of depression,
Break Me, Brother
Broken pencil tips, whispering lips, Hearts ablaze, and hearts destroyed; Things I’d muse, confide in you, If, misconstrued, their pact prevailed:
Into The Real
And where might you reside, Within these clouds- Trapped in time you bide, Or sincerely passed, and gone?
Heart pained passions fly to dusk, Hide them here, all but there, Tell me dear, what’do I hear? Naught a word, silent tears.
Break Me, Brother
Broken pencil tips, whispering lips,
Hearts ablaze, and hearts destroyed;
Things I’d muse, confide in you,
If, misconstrued, their pact prevailed:
I’m having that day, that certain day,
It’s telling me real, reality’s real,
Amity fails, you’ve passed me by,
They said for good, for good I said.