Stripped Sunset

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 19. May, 2010 | No Comments

Fallen angels make for a pretty metaphor
but they were useful only before
and today we find ourselves
laid as old books in dusty shelves.

Worn out and tired, bitter in the end
A story that scrapes the skin as if made of sand.
Our bleeding knees are on the floor,
The father figure is at the door.

If one day we can make our escape,
Relegating all that we once knew and once had,
Burning the mattress as we lay on the bed,
My sweet butterfly, I fear we might
die.

Andando sobre Água

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 29. Apr, 2010 | No Comments

A batida é simples e me lembra outra canção -
Aquela que escuto quando ouço seu coração.

A ideia de você me inunda a alma
E eu tento manter a calma
Pois a saudade aperta e comprime,
A verdade é que até me deprime.

Enquanto isso, todos falam pra ir devagar
Mas não é questão de pressa
é só questão de amar.

E fico assim, piegas sem fim,
Recitando em plenos pulmões
sobre a ilha em que habitam
dois corações.

Lovely Love

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 16. Feb, 2010 | No Comments

Love is a scary, scary thing
and yet is worth the praise that all songs sing.
Love holds all cards close to the heart -
It sees in every end a new start.

A sloppy rhyme and a lack of rhythm,
love does not mind because beauty
love will always find.

Poetry in the dark

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 10. Feb, 2010 | No Comments

You used to know me so well,
my spots and stripes,
the darkness in which I dwell.

But as time passed and we changed,
as the pictures on the wall,
it was all rearranged.

Now we lie here in bed.
like two strangers
that have already met.

From the Machine; God

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 26. Jan, 2010 | No Comments

Expected perfection out of me
But they just couldn’t see that
I couldn’t hold the world in place
And thus I fell into eternal disgrace.

They undressed me with their eyes,
Saw my flaws and built the lies.
I shouted for them to let me go,
Sever the chord, cut all the ties.
They only stared me dead in the face
And told me to know my place.