How`s like to be an orphan

To be an orphan
is to walk on the streets alone
like a ghost, knowing you are dead
wishing someone may see you finally
and cares about it
like if there is a chance to find a million dolars there
but never happened.

and to be
unable to trust, unable to be confident
knowing theres too much risk
in share the only thing you hold and its yours
yourself.

be an orphan is like being lost
for a time who appears endless.
is like having a terrible disease
and the certaincy of your days are close to last

be an orphan is being betrayed
million of times
until you stop feeling alive
without any friend, anyone.

be an orphan is hard skin
and crystal heart you wont show
feeling the world hates you so badly
feeling the entire earth rejects you
as if was better you never being born

But somebody said,God make the rain fall for all of us
for all of happiness children sons
and for the orphan ones
wich never show our tears
because they were already wasted

neither of this matter, no
we never missed what we never had
maybe our birth was a disgrace for somebody
but to God it was a miracle

Dust

All I see is dust

in every reasonable way of thinking
its silly how come dust spreads surfaces
its a veil to blind the future´s landscape
over my eyes hurting dust
brown dust inside my thougths
outside in the peoples minds
painful barrier

My life is a chain of imposible tasks
steps moving in the wrong directions
and the dust becomes a window glass
to feel the others,
for them to notice whatever soft or colour
over my velvet skin

Same to another

Why there is so many people
concern about they are so different to others
that they feel are bounded, grounded
cursed like with a terrible disease

dont get the picture
please explain it again

I dont want to be same to another
I dont want to fit in the crowd
I dont want to fit in around,
I dont want to understand
I dont want to fit in wherever they are

bounded the one same to many
with no other specialty, ordinary, common..
unatractive, normal
sand on the beach
tears falling from heaven

Its more than pride
Its more than a vain feeling
Its more and beyond
be different and set yourself free

Allow your own voice to speak
be honest with yourself
the more liying is not going to make you better
just make you closer to others
whenever they are closer understand
and read your underground reasonings
since they are so predictible

You are so predictible

I dont want to be same to another
if others hate me for being different
I know they look only through a tinny window
and I can see every detail in the far landscape
and beyond.

Bless myself unlikely everyone
Bless anybody who can call themselves unique

Under Panic

Floating away with my fears
I let them drag me to the insecure shore
where everything bad happens
and every nigthmare is coming after me


Im leaving like a butterfly
when I cant hold on, no more
wait and see this bad dream may come true

or may not

As If Im lonely at the island
and scream is something i cant do
Im leaving with my ghost dust
until such visions are gone

As If Im lonely at the island
like a little child I am
have my mind set to role a victim
My body just cant figth back

I was told to let that happens
battered , helpless where my comands
long time ago,
now i walk into dark with fear
and the fear is the dark of my life

and when the sunshine shows next morning
It promisse it wont happens no more.


copyrigthed to zen riley poetry.