I Want You To Shout

And I, never knew who I was.
Stop making me compromise.
I never knew who I was.

And I, never cared who I was.
You are going to finish last.
I never cared who I was.

And I, will never remind the skies.
The skies were blue and I danced.
I'll never remind.

So you, your going to make me shine.
Shine like the sun and the stars.
Shine so brightly and so calmed.
Chasing me into the dark.

And I, I'm waiting for an apology.
My skin is rough and you know why.
Re-arrange my mind tonight.

Beware, of the bear and the sea.
You are about to be devoured.
By the bear and the sea.

So you, you are about to be me.
Cleaning bathrooms and teas.
You are about to be me.

Could I?, could I just realize.
That between you and me theres no one.
Anyone to help us out.

Die, die in a spectacular way.
I'm feeling happy today.
Behold my shadow's a lie.

So you, you couldn't see.
The butterfly and the misery.
I know, I know I couldn't see.

Empty Bottle

Supersonic mistake.
Drink 'till die.
Go kid, go.
You're embarrasing yourself.

Try to fit in.
Drink the beer again.
Your family can't take it.
Alcohol in your veins.

Sleep in the streets.
Wake up in home.
There's a scotch in your hands.
Who would've believe so.

A vicious circle.
Running in your head.
Supersonic mistake.
Don't drink it again.

Hysteria

Can't see what your eyes can see.
Shut my mouth.
Danger words.
Danger words escaping from me.
No one can save us.

My lost paradise is now off.
Turn my heart on.
Format my body.
Convert my body.
I'm the ghost you've been looking for.

Too many tragedies.
Danger words came up.
Don't lie to me.
I know the truth.

Illegal emotions.
You're the lunatic I've been looking for.

Tears made of blood.
Paralize my acts.
Turn them into shadows.
Reaveal my secrets to the society.
The filthy society.

Filthy boy don't cry.
Don't tell your mom I make you cry at night.
Filthy daddy please stop.
Or I'll tell my mommy to kick you off.

Your eyes can't see what I see.
Danger words.
I see danger coming up.
Lie to daddy and run.

Nothing makes sense.
I never intended to make you this way.
Gore coming from my room.
I'm scared of the ghosts.

I see this green light.
It's my exit.
I won't forgive any of you.
You made me scary.

Violence

Just shut up.
I am gaining rage again.
You think I'm insane?
I don't give a damn.

A killer instinct.
Black blood running through my veins.
Escape little boy.
I will murder you.

She deserved to die.
I'm getting out of here.
However, I can't cry.
My head is under the wheel.

Nice beard you got, mister.
I'll have to chop it off.
So you will look,
Like the bastard I just killed.

Rust to Dust

Leave us alone, bitch.
My memories are all fake.
Trick my mind, bitch.
I'm still blind, five years have passed.

The chamber where I hide,
Has been invaded by a horde of zombies.
They are looking for my eyes.
The useless eyes.

I closed the cellar door,
So you can't enter.
I locked the zombies up.
Who would've imagine my bravery.

None of my dreams make sense.
I was sleeping in a bathroom,
I got engaged with a whore.
But believe me, she was a fucking bore.

Christmas Story

You look perfect in orange.
You look perfect in blue.
You say it doesn't matter.
But I won't believe you.

I think I must buy you a gift.

I'll maybe buy you a ribbon.
I might buy you a rose.
That chocolate looks so yummy.
But you look better in tight clothes.

Susan is extremely jealous.
She thinks I'm in love with you.
Orange fits you perfect.
That's really why Susan envy's you.

Blue makes you even better.
How can you say no?
Pretty when you cry.
I hope you won't tonight.

Unhappy Photograph

Who do you think you are?
Insulting and telling lies.
That girl in the wheelchair,
She did not deserve that.

Marie Ann must die.
A parasite living in my mind.
But I don't want Marie Ann to die.
She keeps moving me forward.

Tell Carol you're sorry.
You didn't mean to cry.
That the only thing you wanted,
Was a kiss and a bye-bye.

She sits on her porch.
Lamenting her disease.
The wheelchair makes her sad.
Thank you Marie Ann.

Ms. Molly Sue

This tree does not move.
Its leaves are made of snow.
My heart's completely alone,
I'm not sure I want your love.

This apples are rotten.
But they taste like heaven.
Heaven tastes like sugar.
And sugar tastes like you.

This sea has become ice.
Frozen solid is her heart.
The cold morning I saw you leave.
May be the happiest I've ever seen.

This forest sings a lullaby,
That we both know.
But I'm sure its a lie.
You never cared who I really was.

Saturday Died..

I'm automatically yours..


Diario del Capitán:
-Hoy fue un dia asqueroso, odio mi vida colegial.
Me sentia cansadisimo, no dormi en toda la noche. Mi vida es una caquita.
Odio quimica, fisica, matematicas, filosofia y todas las demas materias.

P.D.: Me duele la vida. Creo que me gustas otra vez pero te odio.. =P

Final Feliz

Y ahi estaba él,
Sentado y acabado.
Mirando como los bichos,
Pasaban a su lado.

En cada segundo de su vida,
Sentía un ardor,
Sentado y agobiado,
Curenlo del dolor, por favor.

Una lágrima sincera.
Tu cuento se acabó.
No me importa que no me creas.
Al menos tu mama se lo creyó.

Sufría de amnesia el idiota,
No se acordó de su dolor.
Y aceptó la invitación,
Con mucha emoción.

Sentado y agobiado,
De su maldita traición.
Miró por la ventana,
Y una piedra le tiró.

El otro cayó muerto,
Y el otro se deseperó,
Porque en su estupido error,
A su amigo había matado.

Tan triste su locura,
Tan misarable su actuación,
Por un momento no pensó,
Y su puta vida se acabó.

Y ahora esta el solo.
Sentado y acabado.
Ni siquiera el amor,
El idiota a encontrado.

Broken Hearts

Tonight I decide to forget.
Having you in my mind hurts too much.
Keeping this feelings in my heart is killing me.
Tonight I decide to erase.

I'm choking,
Cardiac disease.
My lungs are tied up.
Fucked up twice.

I think I hate you.
You never really knew me.
Never understood,
That my heart was yours.

So tonight I'll forget,
I almost had a heart attack.
And you won't bring me more pain.
'Cause tonight I'll erase.

Apoligies to Carol

This ashtray's making me mad.
Broken nails.
Stop attacking me, please.
I can't take another punch.

As I see my friends leave,
I just think about me.
Running to the cliff,
And jumping happily.

It hurts to much.
This wounds are open.
My blood all over the place.
I'll have to take you down.

So brutal and so painful.
I'll throw you this ashtray.
What an unhappy day.
I don't want you to go away.

Sadistic Lovers

Sorrounded. I'm sorrounded,
I feel so jealous.
I feel betrayed.
Stabbed in the back.

They cut my fingers.
They cut my legs.
They just laugh,
And take you away.

I can't stop.
Unbelievable rampage.
Cupid sucks.
He's gay.

I seem not to understand this world.
Cut my fingers, and cut the chord.
Is this the rest of my life?
Oh God, I think I'm gonna commit suicide.

Piano Memories

This lovely piano.
Is playing such lonely tunes.
I love the way it sounds.
It sounds like you.

I keep your photo in my room.
You make me feel desperate.
Each time I see you I can't breathe.
But I love that smile.

Panic attacks.
My heart stops.

I'm still listening to this piano.
It's an addictive way to remind you.
It makes me forget this world,
And escape from my home.

Lonely tunes.
For a girl like you.
A girl that isn't afraid.
Of this pain.

Repetitive feelings and emotions.
It's the same everyday.
But if I could see you.
It could stop someday.

Pain

El post mas explicito que habre escrito.

Hoy dia, mas que nunca, me di cuenta que el destino es un HIJO DE PUTA.
Ay, que diversion que es mi vida, puro goce. Vivo feliz.

Pero por la gran puta que cuando quiero algo en serio no se da ni verga y es una webada de mierda.
Estoy arrecho de seguir en las mismas..
Habla y te salvas maricon.

Este es mi grito. Quiero gritar, me falta la respiracion.
Que arrechera.

Mi grito.

Odio en la posicion en la que estoy.
Necesito que alguien me lleve por el buen puto camino de mierda.

Por la gran puta. Quiero verla, pero la mierda que haga lo que haga, apuesto a que nunca me la voy a encontrar.
Destino hijueputa.
Eres un hijueputa, vales verga y te odio.
Odio.

Estoy ansioso y necesito algo.
Por la gran puta que estoy arrecho.
Pero no por las puras, nooo. Estoy arrecho porque vale verga toda esta webada.

Estoy arrecho de no conseguir lo que quiero cuando me esfuerzo, y me esfuerzo y me esfuerzo.

Ya no se como seguir. No me salen las palabras.
Soy tan predecible, pero te lo mostrare. Te mostrare.
A que no adivinaras lo que hare ahora. Hare algo que no esperabas de mi. No soy mas quien tu piensas. No soy mas quien tu conoces.

Desde hoy cambio, y me vale verga.
Ya no soy Dieguito el idiota mama verga que tu esperas que te salude y te diga que todo va bien.

Y cambio porque estoy arrecho. Arrecho de lo que me pasa.
Y te necesito a ti para que me ayudes.
Solo a ti, y nadie mas.

Quiero gritar.

Quiero que me escuches.

Pero aun estoy arrecho.
Destino hijueputa quien chucha te crees que eres.

Que verga.

Soy un idiota, un bobaso, un imbecil.
Ya no quiero seguir igual.

Imaginary Dreams

No se quien soy, pero se donde voy.
Voy a seguir recto por el mismo camino.
Hasta que me pierda en el bosque.

Luego correre a la casita y tocare la puerta.
Con suerte me abrira mi abuelita y me dara galletitas.

Galletitas de chocolate.

Ya se quien soy, pero me perdí.
Me volvi a perder en el bosque.
Y solo tengo galletitas.

En este sueño no apareces. Mi fascinación ya acabó.
Espero que no.

Si quieres te guardo una de las galletitas que me preparó mi abuelita.

Talvez en otro sueño te la de.

Penetrate Then Redivide

Feeling sick tonight,
I guess it's no surprise.
Penetrate then redivide,
Empty shells in my hand.

What's wrong with my mind?
I think I'm gonna cry,
This endless pain is no surpise.
I'm sorry I'm no one.

It's 5 pm and I'm alone,
I'm quite sure this is home.
Murdering my mind, It's no surprise.
Penetrate then redivide.

Sleeping in this bubble,
You watch me from outside.
I think I'm gonna die,
I'm sorry we're no one.

Ilusion Emocional

Con tan solo verla,
Con tan solo escucharla.
Si tan solo pudiera...

Pienso en su risa,
Tambien en su sonrisa.

Y me dan ganas de correr a abrazarla, a decirle lo que quiero.

I love the way you look.
I love your eyes and your voice.
I love the way you walk
I love everything about you.

No soporto este dolor, no soporto mas no conocerte.
Amor ciego.

Es la locura por la obsesion.
La rabia y la ansiedad.

Ojala me leas.
Ojala me veas.
Ojala me escuches.

Mia loves George

Enchanted by her voice.
He can't scape.
Nothing will ever change.
He's trapped in her heart.

Mia calls George.
George doesn't answer.
He's afraid of Mia.
But Mia loves George.

Finally he answers,
She says that she's in love.
He says the magic words.
Nothing will ever change again.

Now, George loves Mia,
And Mia loves George.
What a happy couple!
I wish the best for them.

La Carta - Parte 1

Mi nombre es Harris, Theodore Harris.

Hace ya casi 5 meses han estado circulando rumores, mentiras, etc. a cerca del caso Smithson.
Charles Smithson, un empresario millonario de la ciudad de New York. Nadie tiene más dinero que él. Ni siquiera toda la ciudad unida.
Charles, un amigo cercano mio, muy cercano. Eramos compañeros de clase.

Wendy, su esposa se encuentra bastante preocupada. El problema es que Charles desapareció.
Hace 5 meses que nadie sabe de él y esto ha producido que se inicien rumores.
Como el siguiente, el cual me causa mucha gracia:
-"Smithson fue secuestrado por Pie Grande!"
Vaya idiotez!

En todo caso, Smithson desapareció y dejo una nota la cual solo la leyo su esposa.
Hace un par de dias me llamo, y me dijo que fuera a su mansion. Esa que queda a las afueras.
La mansion es inmensa, tiene como 150 cuartos sin exagerar.

Me dirijí a ella y toque la puerta.
Me abrió la criada y me invito a pasar. Dentro estaba Wendy tan hermosa como siempre, ya no se veia tan triste, claro, despues de 5 meses una llega a perder esperanzas.

-"Señor Harris! Que alegría verlo! Puedo ofrecerle algo?"-
-"Wendy, cómo estás? No te preocupes por mi. Llamame Theodore."-
-"Como estás Theodore? Bueno, la verdad es que solicite tu presencia por una causa..."-
-"Habla Wendy, soy todo oidos."-
-"Bueno, como tú sabes y el resto de la ciudad tambien mi Charles desaparecio desde ya hace 5 meses, y... Anteayer me enviaron una carta, una nota."-

La abrí, y la leí varias veces pero sin entender una palabra.

-"No entiendo estas palabras, Wendy."-
-"No me digas Theodore! Esque yo pensaba... Charles me dijo que tu.."-
-"Si! Es verdad.. Pero hace ya tiempo que no lo hago. Si me prestaras la carta yo podria hacer algo."-
-"Llevatela nomás. Pero promete que me avisarás cuando descubras algo."-
-"Te lo prometo Wendy. Ahora, debo irme que tengo una diligencia pendiente."-
-"Gracias Theodore. Gracias..."-

Salí de la mansion y enseguida tome un taxi a la ciudad.
Me esperaba en mi casa un viejo amigo, mas viejo que Charles.
Por suerte llegue antes que el. Su nombre es Derek Hunter. El es especialista en arte, letras, pinturas, etc.
Su visita fue muy oportuna. El me ayudaria con la carta de Wendy..

Cajita Musical

Well, I've listened so much.

A 10 mil años de haber cambiado.
Sigo creyendo que soy diferente.

Las melodias resuenan.
Aparecen reflejadas en mi vida.

A 10 años de ser diferente.
A 1 dia de cambiar.
Sigo creyendo que seremos diferentes.

Dicen que la gente no puede cambiar.
Me lo dicen, pero no creere.
No creere jamas.
Jamas entendere.
Pero entiendo que me quieras ayudar.
Ayudame a ayudarme.

Ayudandome, ayudaras a la humanidad a ayudarse.
Y esta, prestara ayuda a los que no la tienen.

Y en 10 mil años me ayudaras.
Me ayudaras a cambiar.
Y en 1 dia,
Seremos diferentes.

Esa melodia, sera diferente.
Y en 10 años.
Tendre 26.

Inalcanzable

Paola caminaba esa noche, como todas las noches.
Se dirijía a la cabina, esa que siempre visita. Le metió un par de monedas y marcó esperando a que contestara alguien.
Esperó y esperó.

Colgo el telefono, y se sento en la vereda.
Tomó un respiro y volvio a marcar.

Nadie contestaba.

Paola se dió la vuelta, y se marcho, esperando a que alguien contestara.

Volvió al siguiente día, y marcó.

Y alguien contestó.
Paola se puso muy nerviosa y con delicadez dijo: -Hola?
-Si? Quién es?
Paola no pudo sostener más su deseo... Y dijo:
-Roberto. Te necesito, eres lo único que importa en mi mundo. Eres mi mundo.
Te amo.

Roberto quedó tan sorprendido y anonadado. Enseguida supo quien era.
-Paola... Lo siento. Tu sabes lo que siento pero... Ya no puedo más.

-Te necesito.

-Paola..

-Te necesito.

Roberto cerró. Paola se sentó en la vereda... Tomó un respiro, y se fue.

Ella No Me Conoce

Si tan solo supieras...


Diario del Capitán:

-Estoy tan cansado, como nunca. Y como de costumbre el domingo deprime.
Ansio las vacaciones porque no soporto el colegio y no quiero que mañana tomen leccion de fisica.

P.D.: Enserio.. Necesito novia.. XD

She Wants Revenge

Con el tiempo la olvido. Ojala no fuera asi...


Diario del Capitán:

-Todo esta igual. Ya estamos en proceso de banda, jaja, pero nada aun.
Mis primos se compraron una bateria.
Quiero jugar fifa.

P.D.: Saque 18 en quimica! Oh si! XD

9/11

5 años del atentado..

I <3 NY


Diario del capitán:

-Me duele la cabeza un carajo. Me entregaron la libreta y odio quimica.
Y ya no tenemos baterista.

P.D.: Necesito una novia. Jajajaja.

Rabia

Rabia por la locura de poder estar cerca de ti.

Cada vez que veo, te veo y no puedo dejar de hacerlo.
El sentimiento inevitable de correr hacia ti.
Escucho tus pasos cerca de mi y me pongo nervioso.
No se que decir, como actuar.

La rabia que siento dentro de mi, al saber que nunca nos conoceremos.
El dolor inconfundible por la causa.
Un grito irresistible de temor y rabia.
Al saber que nunca nos conoceremos.

Quisiera no saber que existes,
Asi, dormiria tranquilo.

La rabia que siento cuando te alejas.
El panico que siento cuando te acercas.
La rabia que siento al acobardarme,
Y la ansiedad.

La ansiedad de tenerte.
Y de poder llamarte.

Esa rabia inevitable, al saber que nunca estaras cerca de mi.

Locura

Siento que te necesito. No puedo dejar de pensarte, de querer hablarte, de conocerte.
Talvez nunca intercambiaremos palabras.
Te veo y tu me ves, pero me ignoras.
Esa locura por tenerte entre mis brazos.

Creo que me persigues y me reconoces, pero solo lo imagino.
Es la locura, por hablarte, y por sonreirte.

La locura que siento al verte.

La obsesion por saber cual es tu nombre.
Y como suena tu voz.

Esa locura...

Poesía Erótica

Si me hicieras caso, podria cambiar en algo.

Diario del Capitán:

Jueves, 31.
9:10 pm

-Logre esconderme en el pantano. Te deje una nota, ojala me encuentres.
Y ojala te dignes a leerla, que la escibi para ti, maldita.

P.D.: Gracias! Todo esto fue una mentira

La Cosa del Pantano

Quiero desaparecer. Al menos 1 minuto.

Diario del capitán:

-Estoy harto del colegio, me quiero escapar. Me canse del tedio al que me expongo cuando cruzo esa reja. Todos los dias es igual.

P.D.: Quiero ir a la escuela de payasos.

Long Blue Hair

The first tapping of the third eye,
Is assuming that everything is normal.
While the second note of the sweet trombone,
Clears our memories for re-use.

Is the island that makes us strange,
Feeling with water our deepest pains.
Consuming each breath we take,
Then taking us to our comfortable bed.

We're recieving anonymous calls,
From the people we used to know.
Telling us to leave our homes,
So we can have some fucking fun.

Penetrating our souls with rage,
Feeling raped every single day.
She feels so sad with her heart,
Even though it's not her fault.

No lo se...

La frase del dia es:

-No entiendo por que la gente se cabrea de la nada.

Talvez no es una frase propiamente dicha... pero ya!

No... lo... entiendo.

Under-Water

A commander speaks,
Some marines listen,
The black water sorrounds the crew.
While they hope to get through.

We all have wives,
Some of us have children.
The monsters under the sea,
Are waiting for our mistakes.

We are getting near the port,
But the port is empty.
Our family's have forgotten us?
Are we lonely again?

I'll write you a letter,
Telling you my feelings.
This damn cliché.
But you know I'll be better.

My Lolita is Singing

If you open the door,
You might see,
That way she makes me feel,
Is almost awesome.

She sings her choir,
With an incredible grace.
Dancing with strange steps,
And a silly smile.

Her eyes are almost stunning.
Blue, as the beautiful sky.
I wish that she could see me,
'Cause that way I will fly.

Every word that she speaks,
Is a song for the soul.
Even though we are so far.
I can feel like you're mine.

17

She won't talk anymore,
I guess that's what we were waiting.
She takes pictures of us,
And then she burns them crying.

She knows how to speak,
But she won't speak no more.
She hates us all.
But we like her a lot.

She seems so happy,
Running through the hill.
Singing quitely.
And smiling every week.

I could get lost in her mind.
Taking pictures with no camera.
The camera does not work,
And we all gonna buy one.

=)

Non-sense exploration

There's nothing there
Just emptiness and a mule.
Happy birthday, you,
Just growing and never stoping.

Watch out from the chaos.
The cosmos is in our minds.
The weirdest day of our lives.
Happy jump, suicide.

Alternative press non-understanding,
Inconsious trailers and burning buildings.
Can't translate a word I say.
Unbelievable desire.

Let's go to a ride.
Let's die with fun.
The horror in our eyes,
As we see our minds cry.

Mentira de Verdad

The flashlight falls.
You take the knife,
Cut my arms,
All the city cries.

The loss is imminent.
Dead in 20 seconds,
No way to go back,
You must follow the path.

While you fly,
Away from NY,
Again this mistake.
In 20 seconds you'll be dead.

The worms will dance,
Near your corpse,
That corpse full of life.
Mentira de Verdad.

Obviously Yours...

Could you help me if I get lost?
Lost in a city that has no name,
No name, niether a population,
Just the two of us.

Of course, it's obviously your fault,
You killed them all, with your beauty, my girl.
Of course, again, I'm the only idiot who can't see it.
What a pity, my dear.

This operation's been abandoned once again,
Now, the only way to scape is Heaven.
My Heaven.
Our Heaven.

It's obviously yours.
Not mine, I'm not pure as you...
You are pure.. But it's still your fault.
What a pity, my dear..

Random thougts about this life...

My life is exactly like a cookie in a glass of milk... Each second, the cookie is tearing apart and dissapearing.
Funny isn't it? We are all cookies! Tearing apart..in a glass of milk!
Long ago, I decided to be a better person.. I think, I'm a better person now. But always, there is something that isn't just right.
Random thoughts about this day: I didn't do anything!
I watched a movie, played guitar and...nothing more.. Thank god I just found 4 books that I can start reading.
Funny life.
But I'm happy. Really...I am!
Next happy day in my life.. Valentine's Day!!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I'm so happy!!
Mmm.. NO! I'm not happy. I just.. Nah! What...EVER! LOL
I'm so high right now.. I don't know what's happening to me...
Ok! A poem I just made..

---- 11 Roses ----
She walked through my door.
And took me away,
To a world that does not exist,
And it is called, Earth.

11 Roses she brought from New York,
11 kisses now are lost.
22 times missed my love,
384 things why I must go.

This alley is, oh, so quite,
Like the nights we spent alone.
Will I see you in this dream?
Will we melt like cream?

In the building I must wait,
For the gangs to kill themselves.
My room is completely red,
Must be the blood we had to waste.

Love is the devil...

You made me remember who I was.
You made me forget who I should be..
Stop the fucking train..
Shoot me in my fucking face!

Dancing with my corpse..
Pushing me into a pit.
Burying me..
Again.

I wish I could talk to you.
I wish I could kiss your lips..
Touch softly your skin..
And then take you with me.

No one will ever think about us,
Parasites of an evil world,
Never taking care of our love,
And dying for loneliness.. Once more.