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I am not a poet, not even a writer, what I write is nothing more then the ramblings of the hand and heart of a simple boy that, with an unsharpened pencil and a small notebook, wrote down on his everyday train rides to his real world obligations.
It's origin is closely related to his first real love, A.S.N.N., one he endured alone in his heart for years on without any retribution and, when some retribution of that felling he had nurtured so gently come, it was brief and confusing, like the tell-tale light of a firefly running away from a wildfire.
These crude attempts at greater art started on the final dismay of the beauty that that love proclaimed... the end of a ... more »
Pedro Nuno Dias Poems
A friend I can not hug,
a friend I can not touch,
a friend I can not see smile
unless in frozen stills of time.... more »
For thy I yearn for,
having always present... more »
I look myself in the mirror
but who do I see?
A faint ghost of a pale existence
living a life not of my own.... more »
I cry,
but I do not feel
tears roll down may face.
I scream,... more »
Sunny hot summer day,
shaded glasses, clothes are sparse.
Sweating skin, panting breath,
bouncing mounds of lustful flesh.... more »
I'm not a poet, as you'll probably find
but still I try and attempt to rhyme
in small verses with simple sayings
of things untold but always felt.... more »
Its a lonely place,
to love you;
A sad song,
with no prose;... more »
Ghost Existence
I look myself in the mirror
but who do I see?
A faint ghost of a pale existence
living a life not of my own.
A shadow of dreams undone,
A scream of a pain unheard.
Its a gleaming presence,
like a foggy realization.
Something you touch
but fail to perceive.
Like a conquering hero
returning home years after
forgetting what he'd achieved
not finding what he had left;
crying not knowing why,
avenging not knowing who,
living lonely with so many friends,
sighing deeply for so many lovers,
a pale figure of a man
once so mighty and ...
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