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Drielle Queiroz Poem
All people see is what they put in their minds
And what they put on their heads is being controlled
But who cares? We are living in an imaginary world
An imaginary world that is totally created by others behind
You don’t wear pants, you wear a Colcci
You don’t drink because you’re thirsty
You drink because the best always drinks Sprite
You don’t wear shoes, you wear a Nike
Why? Because you are the best
They say you are the best
So buy, buy and buy
Fill out your emptiness inside
Read their magazines,
And see what beauty is
Lip-gloss and lipstick
Pink, such fashion color, isn’t it?
You don’t need a bag, you need a Prada
A jewel is not beautiful if it’s not from Agatha
A perfume is only good when it’s Dolce & Gabbana
Real art is propaganda
Buy also Veroslim,
And be forever thin
Feel the glamour and fashion reading Discovery Girls
See on their neck the American Pearls
Do you think those girls have looked at the mirror once?
I tell you yes, and they still think they are fat
They also feel inside the absence
The same they make everyone have
It doesn’t matter if you are on the standard or not
If you agree with them, you are still one more idiot
With fashion, they just want you to feel worst
Because a Calvin Klein is expensive and the money to buy it you have not
Maybe then you look at the sky
And see the so much beautiful that’s behind
Maybe you notice the sunshine
And start seeing the world with other eyes
Then you might see how beautiful is the sunset and sunrise
See the clouds which are above
Or the stars in a limpid sky at night
It seems like they’re smiling to us
I want to show you the nature
Not as they present it, that you must save it buying things
But these things come also from industries
If the industries pollute it, then how can you save it?
I want to show you the eagle flying above the mountain
I want to show you the ants doing they work
I want to show you the trees, not as paper raw material
But as home of many mushrooms, insects and various animals
There is so much beauty beyond what they show
It’s like opening the window
After a terrible nightmare during the whole night
And seeing the clarity outside
Maybe one day you’ll think about what I write
And open your eyes
To an amazing world that’s being left behind.
Copyright © Drielle Queiroz | Year Posted 2007
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Drielle Queiroz Poem
All I see is my life running
Running to somewhere I don’t know
It doesn’t stop even if I want
Running, running, running
Where is it taking me?
Maybe to somewhere cold
I only hear the wind that blows
And see the grey sky above
Snow flakes are now falling over me
But life doesn’t stop, then now it’s spring
Flowers’ buds is what I see
They’re opening and I see the bees
Sun is shining very bright
And it’s hot here inside
But not like the place I’ve came from
Where you might never see a storm
Now I close my eyes
And feel the autumn breeze
Orange is now a common color of the trees
I surely admire now the sea
I can’t say if it’s blue or green
It’s like my railway sleeper insanity
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m not
But life is running and it won’t stop
Then I want to say thank you for everything
You’ve helped me when no-one did
You’ve been my friend since I was a kid
When I’m sad, happiness is what you bring
All the seasons passed on
And our friendship will never end, no, it won’t
I still remember the drawings we have done
One for each other, I didn’t lose one
We don’t talk since so long
By computer and microphone
Do you remember the chats we had?
The mornings chatting and having breakfast
I didn’t forget it
That’s why with you therefore I want to talk
I hope you will answer me soon
I can’t stay more time without talking with you
And don’t you forget
Life runs fast
The present now is past
But I will never let
The time erase the time we had
I miss you…
Copyright © Drielle Queiroz | Year Posted 2007
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Dad, why did you raised us while you could waste time with some friends?
Why did you take care of us alone for so many years?
And when you and mom were together, she had just pretend
And made go out of your eyes tears
But we can’t blame her
She just decided to be herself
And she didn’t care for what we were
Not even for the memories which are still on her shelf
We all know, sometimes you’re not perfect
But the facts help you to get stressed
And we all understand
When we hold your big hands
Soon I will leave
And you I will miss
But when I come back
I will bring you with me
To somewhere we can call home
And through wonderful places we will pass on
I know my dreams will become reality
And you soon with me there will be
But until there
I want to enjoy the time we have
And here ends the poem
To the world’s best dad
Copyright © Drielle Queiroz | Year Posted 2007
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