miércoles, 4 de noviembre de 2015

Bird of pasagge

How beautiful you look small bird!
Inside your cage without grille
Flying with no destiny
With your arms desiring the clouds
Almost touching the floor
How precious you look
Saying words without sound
Whispering that song
Your confusion
Your illusion
The song that you never sing aloud
''I can fly but i need his wings''
The hope of opening your cage
The song that whistles your heartbeats
My helpless little bird! 

Writing by Andrés Miles © All rights reserved

jueves, 28 de noviembre de 2013

Still alive

He was thinking about the way they will feel upon waking. Thinking of how hard it would be to pretend, thinking of how painful it would be to act as if they meant nothing to each other. Because it will be like being dead when they are still alive.

‘’We must end this, stop feeling this way, because it is our only chance,'' But they did not. He did not do it...  and while he reminds how it was to love him... somehow will always know that he is still alive.

Writing by Andrés Miles © All rights reserved

jueves, 15 de agosto de 2013

The crime scene

I came back at the crime scene
Just to see if I still feel
Focusing on each sore
I find myself in pain 

 Does it hurt?

My heart faster starts to beat
As if trying to escape
Feeling as being driven to hell
Not knowing where to go 
Wanting to go home

We are flesh and bone
An odd blend of love
Love and  hate
Hate and love. 

Doomed to forget. We are in this together but each man kills what he loves. the page remains blank, unfinished, same as the previous one... 

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martes, 25 de diciembre de 2012

If you want...

I will rebel, start writing and heal your heart.

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lunes, 17 de diciembre de 2012

Carry me home

Take my heart to
Where angels and human beings are just one
Where the sun knows the secret to return to life
Where we are not confused
Where we are not at war

Lead it back to
Where time doesn’t pass for us
With no scars
Take my soul
Forget about the hurt

Guide my feelings to where they belong
Undress my heart and soul

Even if it all goes wrong
There is a place we can call home
Where love is around
Where everything is full of love

Writing by Andrés Miles © All rights reserved

martes, 30 de octubre de 2012

The Good Boy (I Can Hear)

Find me here
The good boy is still alive
I can hear
Even if you've lost your wings
You can fly wherever you want
Just love yourself
Embrace your back

A thousand angels are around me
And you are that part of me
You hold that missing piece
Even if it has a price
And you must bleed
The good boy is still alive
Just return to life

I know that you are one of us
And you can still be free
Even when you hate to be human
Walking through cold streets
The good boy is still alive
Let me out
Set me free
The good boy… I can hear

Writing by Andrés Miles © All rights reserved

miércoles, 3 de octubre de 2012

The Whistle:

I am whistling around him
Now that He is sleeping... 
While his inevitable whistle 
Like a sweet call
That turns into a hopeless voice
Whispers in my mind
After having dirtied his hands
After digging his own tomb
I'm whistling by his side
Like a light that never goes out
While he sleeps forever

And aver

I didn't know him at all, but I'm whistling by his grave, with white rose petals in my hands to give to... Nobody.

Writing by Andrés Miles © All rights reserved