Biography of Ananda Alves
I was never really into poetry until I started visiting this website.
On May 6th 2007, around 1am, I created my first poem, the very first one of my life, called 'Roulette'. 'Lullaby' and 'Mirror, Mirror' just came in a row.
I went to bed around 6am and already had 7 poems in my hand. I decided to publish them, with no purpose at all, but after reading a few comments telling me I was good, I think I became addicted.
As all of you can see, I'm not an English native speaker. I'm brazilian, and originally, I speak Portuguese. So I'm sorry if I make any mistakes about spelling or expressions, I'm trying to do my best. ;)
My opinion about poetry? It's something that gives you freedom and flexibility to write about whatever you want to and in the way you want to. There's no right or wrong.
Please, comment my work, rate it, tell me how you feel. It's really special for me.
May inspiration be always with you,
Ananda Alves Poems
I feel the air with a kind of tension I stare at you standing close to the window Smoking your cigarette in a peaceful way Distant look in your eyes
Your absence consumes me so hard Just hard as your unbearable presence
I may not be present, honey, but I've never forgotten you, not even for a second.
Hush, little baby Don't complain, it's too late Your bed is already set With a blanket made of stars.
Just a few doubts to make one sure. Just a few mistakes to make one regret. Just a few memories to make one forget.
Relax, little girl Why don't you take some rest? You must eat something good Taking a shower have effect
She wakes up Grabs a cup of coffee Tells herself everything is alright
She's got a picture of him on her desk She tries to write but she can't His eyes drags hers into them like a magnet
Patched lips Locked fears Delusional breath
He gets out of the couch Stretches a little bit Takes a look around No lights, no sounds
You can brake Breath relieved Look around, see perfection Observe nifty scenes in motion
Inexistent me Absence as wish Expectations in me
Hush, little baby
Don't complain, it's too late
Your bed is already set
With a blanket made of stars.
Pillows are filled with feathers
Mattress made of clouds
Sheets are pure satin
Dreams made of hope.