The Modern Prometheus Is A Story About A Neglected Child Trying To Make Sense Of Life While Being Outcasted

Rolling the dice

Rolling the dice What will it be? which form will grant me. Away from fate, to become someone else

Will I be a pal or gal? Should I be dead or alive? probability: 50/50, even or odd? Tall or short? I don't know.

What are my options? Is it true or false? Can I be free from woe? I don't want to be alone. I need someone else to grow.

My hand shakes in distress. Will my memories be the same? Is my soul lucky as well? Is it too late? or do I really need a second chance?

The red die rolls, Silence took over the room. Feeling dizzy, the young one collapsed. A maelstrom of sensations is passing by.

Suddenly, the new one remembers, With clear joyfulness, They are playing true or dare. And they dare to kiss each other, until the end of this era.

Human leeches

You know one,

Those who fall up

They hoard your luck.

So you'd better watch out!

That gift or prize,

Will be taken away.

With their white smile.

So you'll suffer for them.

They love to be near you.

You'd better escape.

You can't beat them.

Karma will punish you instead.

They'll leave you empty.

And accuse you of envy.

Happy, they'll move on.

Leaving you with boiling blood.

Orange crescent moon

My dear friend is near.

But it is so far away.

I saw her last night.

By the side of the road.

How many years have passed?

How many tears had I wept?

No matter what choice I make,

I forgot to pray.

How much does the guilt weigh?

How much time passed? Or I ate.

Now she's a shadow of herself.

While a hole grows larger in my chest.

I want to sleep by her side.

Hiding from undefined mistakes,

For once, to feel rested and well.

Again, I say, so fair, lady.

Eyes as blue as the sky,

With a charming, big smile,

Her red lips against a skin so pale.

I should forgive everyone.

Even those who broke my entrails

Because God is looking up there.

While the moon is my only friend.

Dear Old Lucy

Dear Old Lucy, she never came back. She sailed alone, to a far away land. Nor sea or the drowned knows her whereabouts. Only the silence of the wind, might calm her down.

They used to quarrel and shout so much. The booze and smoke, let her dream a quiet life But fists and poison, cut all of that Only the silence of the breeze, might wake her up

Tragedy and fate are looking for Lucy She has a great debt to pay However, her naked steps were never heard The only witness, was her dead friend

Dear Old Lucy, she never came back She sailed alone, to a far away land Nor sea or the drowned knows here whereabouts for she has cheated death at such stormy night

Saturday night rush

In the distance are neon lights. I hate those crowded pubs. Too much noise, too much chaos, and too much vigor Enough to shake your ego.

Someone taught me how to inhale. Without warning, the pretty lights overtake. Soon, I start to dance and lose my nerve. Everything seems to be a celluloid layer all over again.

Sweaty shapes and colors under the electronic sound invisible groping and hugs between my laughs Soon I'm all yours, both kissing on the latex couch. Hearing all the pandemonium inside my lungs

I found myself in your room, on your bed. Inside the linen sheets, deep in the embrace You are kindly talking about our future while caressing my head. I'm listening, letting my feelings for you finally rest.

While the rain pours

empty, wet street We were under a robust tree. An umbrella made of leaves

Silver-gray sky Waiting for the storm to pass by It was in vain, but we had to try.

Being close to each other We start to share our warm Our lips are now in touch.

The storm may stop But ours has just begun. Time will tell if everything has a point.

Ah yes! Antidepresants!

You can't be depressed if you are uncouncious...

What do you expect from you?

Fair dreams the maiden draw,

Awakened by regrets and woes,

She awaits some warmth.

Alone, she drowns in her own thoughts.

Her mind and heart wandered lo and fro,

Expecting, yearning to fill the void.

"C'est la vie, so long."

"I shall never forget you, 'amor'"

When the future comes, that'll be the words.

Now, she caresses herself in the bedroom.

From her flustered head,

Down to the twitchy toes,

Filling her body with long overdue comfort.

Another depressing rant

Anything can happen under the cheery sun.

Someone lost a balloon.

Others their life

But most certainly, their smiles

A lot occurs under the clear blue sky.

Injustice, robbery, and arson

Someone jumped after losing his mind.

There are lots of posters asking for a missing son.

On this nice, warm day

Families are forced to move away.

Genocide, war, and famine are all around the world.

But there's always more show.

While birds are chirping and kids are laughing.

The intelligent missiles are flying

In some other place, an earthquake has begun.

Right now, lots of animals are prey of the commercial hunt.

There is so much work to do.

So much pain and indiference

What's the point? Is there any difference?

Then the madman is the one who lives alone.

3:45 am monologue

Sometimes I don't feel like part of humanity. More like a fake and empty emulator A mimic, unable to feel empathy

Sometimes, I fail to recognize myself in the mirror. Smiling and winking back at me, confused. Unsure what makes me so happy, a puzzle to be solved.

When I'm alone, the world dissolves into gray. No more observers; my essence is fixed in place. It's becoming difficult to avoid myself.

I keep repeating that everything will be okay. With what face do I claim? If I cannot keep myself awake For my dreams are nothing but dreadful recollections of past mistakes.

Afraid of everything, I live in despair. So much so that I forget to take a deep breath. Only unconsciousness allows me, briefly, to change the pace.

For those like me, I bid you farewell. Be your days better than the last sour taste. Don't forget to call them; they prefer you alive and sane.