CreamMy head spins and spins, without stopping, dizzying my senses, making my white room change to cream; it comes off of me and jumps around the chamber, bouncing of the walls, it close the window and bumps into the chair, sending it to the floor causing a mess; and far from me I hear a laugh.Cream by RJRoyo
I never stopped being a kid, even now that I have grown, not even the darkest night can break my infantilism, I enjoy every moment with a smile, even this quick passages into insanity; I submerge in the whiteness of my room, I submerge in its color, in this white rainbow inside this place, and in this color, I vanish…
The thousands of songs are repeated inside my mind, sitting in the albino and untrue infinity I hear everything repeating itself, and in my state of poor sanity I am in, I feel the songs making me enjoy my madness, I feel colors coming to me, and the room stops being white, it turns to lucid colors, and my eyes get filled with tears, because the tunes, start to end.
And that pers
BluebirdBefore leaving home today, I looked through the window and noticed that today was is one of those beautiful days in which bluebirds fly.Bluebird by RJRoyo
When we meet, we get lost, and God laughs because he can’t see us, and He knows that we are happy running together without his look upon us; we met that day in the park, we ran and played like children, until falling on the vivid grass that covers the place with its beautifulness, under a tree, and lying on the floor, together, we looked up through the branches, the sky looked like a jigsaw puzzle from there, what words do I have to say when to make you stay with me?
The wind blows towards us, making the wind tickle my nose and making us laugh, the leaves flow towards us because of the breeze, and in the sky, bluebirds fly, and with the strong stream, and we fell like we can fly.
Among the light that covers the bond of love that unites us I always doubt if this will last or not, I wander from you, while those thoughts take over mi mind, I look a
Alone Again, Wonderful World I’ve gone up inside this building, inside this place, where my home should be, where I live, where I’ve been with you by my side, where we should be watching the Moon in this midday, now, I don’t have you anymore, and I don’t think that I will see you again; I can’t even sleep anymore, without you; in the beginning I thought this was a dream, but now, I’m convinced that it isn’t, that really, there’s a new distance separating us, a distance that can’t be shortened, really, I need you here, in front of our Moon, it hurts, not to see you.Alone Again, Wonderful World by RJRoyo
Days go by and by, flying and soaring, swimming and submerging inside the broken tides of time, the good times, now shattered because of ourselves, they all stack in that park, where we said goodbye to each other.
Sadness explodes in screams, and deafens my mind and my heart, if you’d call me now, your voice would not be heard, this impertinent sadness forbids me to do so; sitting at the edge o
The Red ShoesWhen I walked the streets of my city, with my usual clothes, and my usual red shoes I usually hear a voice in the distances that says: “Let me take them.” Is it talking about me, about the shoes, about something I possess?The Red Shoes by RJRoyo
I keep walking and I keep imagining my world, with my music, my dreams and you, through the sidewalk some ants cross before me, they stare at my shoes every day, like it’s something very special, and I keep hearing the voice that wants to take something mine, am I the only one that can hear it or is it even speaking to me?
I keep walking through the city in my daydream, I see many people around me, and still hear the voice, but I don’t listen to it; the graffiti on the walls of the city makes this place different, it erases all the dull stone walls and it is like scissors cut the color and put it in the walls.
Indeed, this is a weird city, in all my years here, and I was born here, I have only seen to things in color, me in my red shoes and th
|I'm a small, Fiction, Fantasy writer. I've been writing since I was seven in school newspaper, and started writing my first novel at sixteen, which is still in progress, along with this, there is a project of several short stories based on songs that I love, I hope you enjoy my writings.|