trouble poem

If I could catch a rainbow, I would do it just for you, and share with you it’s beauty, on the days you’re feeling blue. If I could build a mountain, you call your very own, a place to find serenity, a place to be alone. If I could take your troubles, I would toss them in the sea, but all these things I’m finding, are impossible for me. I cannot build a mountain, or catch a rainbow fair, but let me be what I know best, a friend that’s always there.
—  If I Could Catch A Rainbow 

I am crumpled with daylight 
and savage ardour for you.

I let the clouds caress my hair
and strip my shine to an old leather piece

My life is speeding, my hair is greyer than the moon
I’ve too much desire, they are traveling down the drain //

You make me tremble, my knees
my joints, my muscles even these hands.

Do you want to be our only stealthy rendezvous?
with our own language, village by the river and stars to catch?
because you are the only secret I’d let out of the closet
I’d even let you paint your own debut, your inception.

I’ve no shame, there’s no need for hibernation
we are animals, love me like the night howlers would
or shred me now —  I’ve no pain but I am numb

I am tired, I am yawning for the time lapse

I have tenderness of endless chaos, havoc
that laced with who I am when you’re around
the throbbing affection so robust, alive
red like the sea in her most amorous blushes.

Come now, leave them – leave him, leave her, leave home
and let’s just be the constellation 
that we have always been destined to be - 

D C de Oliveira
06.09.2017
02.35am

I still don’t know how to drive at night
without my hands gripping the wheel too tight,
white knuckled and the whites of my eyes
shinning in the oncoming traffic headlights


the thoughts of the past running across my mind
getting trapped like a deer between the yellow lines
and I stop, swerve, sliding along the asphalt 
and into another lane- nothing feels like mine

—  borrowed cars || O.L.

I’m always ahead, either with time or with my own shadow
I’m ahead, speeding against my own slo-mo
I’m hiding in plain sight, preparing for tomorrow, always tomorrow
for today is dead, gone with the sunset 
and all these secrets webbed all over me, 
waiting, waiting, waiting
for tomorrow to come and I could finally find a way to
break loose from my own captivity.

D C de Oliveira
10.09.2017
11.30pm

Churlish, lacustrine tears
Smacking on the lips of fears
Spitting sticks, river stones
Kicking the shins of those
Desirous of footholds
While hidden eddies
Hurtle souls at Hades
Chortling madly as merrily
We go along the span
Lupine current crying vertigo
Though it falls continuously
Brooding, abrading, hands anticipating
As though the flow
Capable of capsizing vessels
Could ever touch the trestle
Could ever bring it down
—  Maureen Armstrong | “As Though A Trestle Above Tribulated Tributary” 
Check out this writing prompt and others @definegodliness
achilles sleeps, and the world rests with him.
achilles breathes, and the world remains alive.
as does patroclus.
(achilles, great and high and mighty, you are your own god.)
apollo wakes, and the world wakes with him.
apollo fumes, and the world is plagued.
as is icarus. 
(apollo, mercurial and exuberant and beautiful, you are your own salvation.)
and, too, their lovers rest, their lovers wake.
patroclus and icarus: 
soaring to the beat of their beloveds’ hearts, strong and just and lost.
much like their heroes. 
(oh, my dear lovers, drunk and high and kind, you are your own destruction.)
—  in the end, all will fall. // d.c

Troubled Mind Of An Artist.

Restlessness in full effect.
I can’t sleep without you resting your head on your pillows. Your scent on them brings me to a calm state of tranquillity. I close my eyes and just wish your head was on my chest, breathing the same air, embracing each other mending our bond with each and every inhale and exhale.

I only hear the voice in my head tonight, waiting to hear you just say my name or call me babe/baby.

Wishful thinking from this writers mind of mine, what a troubled mind of an artist. Now the skies don’t seem to be so grey, as if I have seen my first sunset.

Warm and welcoming just like your radiate smile and contagious laugh.

Your intelligence stimulates my mind and leaves me content, not as frantic.

Not as troubled.

Signed,
ThoseMeaningfulWords. VH.