Angry as I've never been beforeAngry as I've never been before,I slide on the floor of the roomcrying, suffering like a miserable beingholding my head in my handswhile I understand that our friendshiphas come to an endthere's chaos, entropy in my mindwhile I curse the day - oh, God!The day I've let you enter in my life...
Arrabbiata come non maiArrabbiata come non mai,scivolo sul pavimento della stanzapiangendo, soffrendo come un canetenendomi la testa fra le manimentre capisco che la nostra amiciziaè arrivata al capolineail caos, l'entropia nella mia mentementre maledico il giorno - oh, dio!Il giorno in cui ho lasciatoche entrassi nella mia vita...
After months of resigned waitingGirl, finally,after months of resigned waitingyou've decided to go back to my lifeand my wings, broken by sorrow,by the anger toward those who went awayopen once again, leading me to look at the sky,at the dazzling sunwith a large grin of challenge...
Dopo mesi di rassegnata attesaRagazza mia, finalmente,dopo mesi di rassegnata attesahai deciso di tornare nella mia vitae le mie ali, spezzate dalla tristezza,dalla rabbia verso chi se n'è andatosi spiegano ancora una volta,portandomi a guardare il cielo, l'abbagliante solecon un largo sorriso di sfida...
A tiring day's endShe went into her bedroom without turning on the light. From the outside, in the background, came the noise of the city nestled in a rainy, autumn evening. It had been a tiring day, and she sank on the mattress as soon as she took off her shoes, wearing the big headphones that had just bought. She closed her eyes and turned on the I-pod, breathing deeply as the music began to spread in the environment, calming her, talking to her and expressing that same state of anguished rage that nowadays was completely filling her days.
La fine di una giornata pesanteEntrò nella propria camera da letto senza nemmeno accendere la luce, mentre da fuori, sullo sfondo, provenivano i rumori della città immersa in una piovosa serata autunnale. Era stata una giornata pesante, e la ragazza si lasciò ricadere sul materasso non appena si fu sfilata le scarpe, indossando subito dopo le grandi cuffie che aveva appena comprato. Chiuse gli occhi ed accese l'ipod, respirando profondamente mentre la musica iniziava a diffondersi nell'ambiente, calmandola, parlando per lei ed esprimendo quello stesso stato di angosciata rabbia che ormai riempiva completamente le sue giornate.
The ideas run awayFor a moment, everything freezes in my headand the ideas, achieved so laboriouslyrun away, all of a suddenleaving me sitting at a deskholding a pen and a blank sheet of paperthat's waiting in vainto be filled with fantasy...
Le idee fuggono viaPer un attimo, tutto si raggela nella mia testae le idee, così faticosamente raggiuntefuggono via all'improvvisolasciandomi seduta alla scrivania,con una penna in mano ed un foglio bianco davanti agli occhiche aspetta inutilmente di essere riempito di fantasia...
The deadly dance sinuousThe deadly, wrapped in a veil of blue and golddance sinuous for his shadow skinned kingin a swirl of crackling, fiery sparksand a silvery smile opens in the night's facerevealing a quiet, crescent moon...
GhostThe dream shatters around meLike a broken mirror.Looking at the wreckage,My reflection unrecognizable.A broken image.A broken heart.I'm cut by the shardsAs I try to piece it back together.My blood sprinkles the surfaceLike a red rain.The mirror is whole again.What's left of the dream.I look at my reflection,And tears finally begin to fall.
Carnival LoveHold my hand, My Love.Dead lights and lost music.Sit on my lap in this hollow carnival.Worthless pumpkins grow on the edges watching.A faded rainbow comes to an end at the smiling faces.Keep close,I'm not going to let you go.The talking lights are just dead plans.Damn them all, damn the lot who says we can't be.I told you to love meYou made our rainbow end.Damn it all in this old and empty park.You're worthless to me now and they were right.We can't be and so you can't be. Good bye, My Love.
Wake up loveHush now,I'm sorry the dream must end.It's time to wake upand face the world.Reality is harsh,the people are cold,that's how it isand you must wake up.For you have been asleep long enough.Time to wake love,and be with your peoplethey wait for youand have never given up.You can't let them down.The alarm's going off,and reality is waiting.You are only humanand cannot do muchbut everyone is importantand life is waiting just for you.Can you hear their cries?And the bellows of pain?You can stop thembut only if you wake up.It's time to wake up love,and face the world.They cry for your returnand you can't let them down.
If Truth had a tongueIf Truth had a tongueAll your armies, all your menAll your hate, against a pen Struggling poetBroken words Cold still coffeeBroken birds Against a boy- stone in handTightening hands on rubber band In his eyes see brightening hopeTo strengthen (still) the breaking rope Of justice, rights and human loveAs airplanes hover up aboveAnd I wonder, hands are shakingFaith is crumbling, words are breaking Torn up hope and spirits broken,Muting people when words are spoken, Time is racing against a pen,And I wonder once again, Who is weak, and who is strong?Who is right, and who is wrong?And I wish, whilst blood is drippingChains are beating, whips are whipping See the image- bleeding menHear the clock chime- broken pen Again I wonder and I wish If only the truth had words to speakWords to tell when days are bleak Peace to sp
Share SHAREShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesDust to dustForget the pastTainted by lustMan the mastAnd sail the seaBefore you pay a hearty feeAshes to ashesDust to dustForget the pastOh you must!Play the mouseAnd flee flee fleeBefore the monster catches theeAshes to ashesDust to dustJust give inYou've already been beatInto the riverWith your hopes and dreamsOut with hatred and miseryAshes to ashes.Dust to dustI cant forget,As I succumb to rust
The FearThe day was a fair one, when changes aboundThe sun cast its smile on her faceShe lived like no other, in regions of soundA child in the loveliest placeBut as her head lifted, the glow fell awayHer heart skipped a beat in alarmThe shadows of darkness were longing to playThe moon seemed a beacon of harm"I'm tired," she whispered. "I just want to sleepBut oh, God, I pay such a priceWith no sweet distractions, I'm in the King's keepAnd I'm trapped, all alone, in his eyes."She curled up, lost in her thoughts and despairNo warm touch or words gave her peaceThe King set her off, with a gentleman's flair(But he'd drawn her the darkest of dreams)A lion that lay with its head all amokA scream that leaked blood from her soulA house that caught fire, a corpse on the rocksA little boy dizzy with coldA room with no meaning, a cliff with no lifeA Reaper that started too lateA man chasing children with armies of knivesA jungle that chose her as bait The dreams rolled
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy. What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.A heavy drowse of a now distant past,Faded memories, of passings so fast. Three for a girl, four for a boy. There once was a girl who fell in love,Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.She met a boy with a heart of gold,Hard, metallic and awfully cold. Five for silver, six for gold. She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.She found the gold, in the best of others.Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers. Seven for a secret never to be told.Lies were formed and secrets keptSerpents whispered while she slept.She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
Smile Today, Darling!This mirror does not show me.All I see is a girl, pale as the moonlight,The ghost of a heart once pure white.But when I lift my hand, she lifts hers too.Who is this girl? She's blurred into ash hues.There's something, though, that screams out loud:A sparkle in her eye proclaims, "I AM PROUD."A twitch at her lips, a fourth of a smileSurfaces from a decade's exile.A burst of a rainbow, a ray of sunshine,'I'M GOING TO LIVE," is today's headline.So now, I finally see me.
Cover It With InkI will not break another person in my lifeThose who I have broken I will fixI'm done with this thought that I'm nothingCause I'm something that no one will never beI'm done crying myself to sleepI will laugh at the thoughtI will never pick that blade up againCause if I will cut something it will be paperI will cut paperWith my penI will write my emotionsAnd I will not hideI'm not evilI will cut my paperI will use my deadly weaponI feel bad for the item I'm covering in inkI know how it feels to be coveredI know how it feels to be corneredI will not take any pillsThis is my medicationI will learnSomething that we all have knownWhen we were kidsI will learn toLove myself again
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,with thoughts of atoms and connotation.She is brilliant, they say,but she knows she is lost.Numbers are her companion,she understands their mean, average.Words can twist her brain,she loves the wonder they bring.She is intelligent, they say,but sometimes,she doesn't feel clever enough.Sometimes she feels clever too much.Excusez-moi, in perfect French,but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.She is clever, they say.But she is not clever the way they know.She sees things as they are,and she prefers her thoughts to the world.She knows she loves them more than they in return,and her friends will be there until they wont.Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,she puts a smile on her face.She loves them as much as any,even though there aren't many.They bring out the best in her,the happy girl,not swamped by words.The one who isn't drowning in formula.Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,she knows this now,engraved in her
Keep on TryingThey yell at you,They tell you that you are useless,They ask you to try harder,They tell you your life is pointless.You just keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.When they can't understand who you are,When you mess up and a chance gets blown,When you want to be accepted,Remember, you are not alone.You can always keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.We all feel pain and distraught,At some point in our life,But my dear, sweet, friend,Refuse to be the middle of their taunt.You can always keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.And if you ever need help,Then all you need to do,For me to start running, is shout'I need you'.
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart. Scars worn down like henna tattoos.A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
MyiagrosYou went quietlyLike granite with finesseDays and nightsThe come down monsterI had a drinkSix, seven, eight moreAlways and sometimesCompletely nothingThe weeks of illnessBefore it pulled your eyes shutNo small talkJust plain, empty timeI walked to the store for smokesStruggled not to howlThere was fly paper nailed to the registerLegs still movingAnd I knew what they were buzzing forHell had found you first
The Girl on the BusToday I saw a girl on the bus,who had the deepest sorrow glazed across her eyes,she sat three rows in front of me and took the window seat,She stared out through the glass,sun rays peaking through the trees as the bus was moving,the way the light hit her face, beautiful.Simply beautiful.She traced an outline of a figure on the window,then quickly looked around and rubbed it out.I wondered what's on her mind?her face expression showed a flicker between emotions,from sadness and sorrow to quick bursts of happiest and joy.She got up, the bus stop, she walked past and looked at me.For a brief moment I felt her pain and her hurt,every time shes been knocked down and every time her trusts been misused,the way people cursed at her and the way people beat her,all the times she tried to hide and all the times she sat alone and cried,everything she wanted to be and everything she wanted to let go of,the battle scars she reflected on her skin,and the battle scars which were ref
MonophobiaYour hand found my heart with ease,just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,even if lonely:we were never ones to stand individually.Then you play my heart strings,with the skill of devoted pianists and the poiseof Egyptian princes,garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lipsto words hummed beneath your steady breath;the words my heart stammers over,as weak a fool as ever.Necessities mash like fevered lips,merging us as one being,one entity of which to rejoice with proclamations of fragile love.and when our lips do make war,I kiss you into my own oblivion,drawing you deeper inside me to dwell and comfort,though you decay fleshly wallsand expanding sacks of breath,of life;a bloody clash of love producing broken wills and suchtwisted affections,mangling us further towards impending destruction:so horribly
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:With the soft touch of his fingersThe piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so longBares its secret melody...-When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' coldMy life revolved the things that I was always toldI never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bowIt was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowedThrough all the days I feared that everything would disappearYou held me up and held me close like I was something dearI never knew I had a part of me that you would likeI guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
-So this is the only way, that I canProperly express my thanksFor everything you've done for meThis my way of thanksMy way of thanksMy way of thanks-I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the gameIt felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lameBut then you taught me that no matter what, you were hereYou read the worst of my works and put
Castles in the airEven the fools daydream...That something could go on well,oh, for a single timethey build castles in the air,daring to hope, dreamto find a temporary haven of peaceto escape to during the winterand dream of spring...