When the reason hesitates,
and the voice of the heart
is the only thing that you can hear
no-one light can distract you
from the darkness
that obscure your eyes...
Inside and outside meMy skin smells of my favorite bubble bath
and a pleasant comfort of a hot beverage is released in me
as I wrap myself in a blanket, nestling by the fireplace
to listen to the song of a tumultuous battle
blastering, inside and outside my fragile body of paper
Fuori e dentro meLa pelle profuma del mio bagnoschiuma preferito
ed un piacevole conforto di una bevanda calda si sprigiona in me
mentre mi avvolgo in una coperta, accoccolandomi accanto al camino
per ascoltare il canto di una tumultuosa battaglia
infuriare, dentro e fuori il mio fragile corpo di carta
SleepA sweet lullaby cradle my sleep
slightly putting my tired body
at the foot of the many abloom cherry trees
in my paradise of dark crystal
and I remain so, courting passionately
all those dreams of honey that still don't want to come to me
with my eyelids heavy for the sleep's lacking
and head falling to the side,
supported only by a soft pillow of vernal clouds...
SonnoUna dolce ninna nanna culla il mio sonno
posando lievemente il mio corpo stanco
ai piedi dei numerosi ciliegi in fiore,
nel mio paradiso di cristallo oscuro
ed io rimango così, a corteggiare appassionatamente
tutti quei sogni di miele che ancora non vogliono arrivare,
con le palpebre pesanti per la mancanza di sonno
e la testa che cade di lato,
sostenuta soltanto da un soffice cuscino di nuvole primaverili...
The return of an old flameDriven by the nagging pain that I am feeling
my eyes close themselves, not to see you
or the lies that you're throwing up on me
and after a whole lifetime where all I felt was apathetic sadness
I feel the sting of anger
that comes back to tear away the skin from my skeleton
while in my soul blazes, once again,
that ancient flame that once had made me stronger
- that once had made ME...
Il ritorno di un'antica fiammaSpinti dal fastidioso dolore che sto provando,
i miei occhi si chiudono, per non vedere né te
né le menzogne che mi stai vomitando addosso
e dopo una vita in cui tutto quello che provavo
era apatica tristezza
avverto il morso della rabbia
tornare a strapparmi la carne dallo scheletro
mentre nella mia anima divampa, ancora una volta,
quell'antica fiamma che un tempo mi aveva resa più forte
- che un tempo mi aveva reso ME...
May the odds be ever in your favorA sigh escapes from my soft lips, as I lift my coat’s collar to prevent to the cold wintry wind, that’s messing my long, dark hair, braiding them with all those small snowflakes that are falling from the leaden sky, to arrive down in my bones, freezing them definitively.
My eyes, dull by the melancholy I’m currently feeling, automatically move in the opposite direction, where, for a moment, I can see a group of men, on which, above all, stands the austere figure of our country’s Diktator, stepping on a long, uncovered car that’s waiting for them with its engine running in front of me, on the other side of the street, gray for the afternoon’s darkness.
Before disappearing in it with a well taken jump, occupying a spot on the seat behind his beloved leader, one of them, a little black haired guy, whose glance has ever been incredibly clear and intense, turns to look at me hinting me a very concerned sight, giving me a last nod, that I immediately provi
Possa la fortuna essere sempre a tuo favoreUn sospiro sfugge dalle mie labbra morbide, mentre alzo il bavero della giacca per impedire che il gelido vento invernale, che mi sta scompigliando i lunghi capelli scuri, intrecciandoli ai piccoli fiocchi di neve che cadono dal cielo plumbeo, mi entri nelle ossa, congelandole definitivamente.
I miei occhi, spenti dalla malinconia, si spostano automaticamente nella direzione opposta, dove, per un momento, riesco a vedere alcuni uomini, tra cui, fra tutti, spicca l’austera figura del Diktator del Paese, salire sulla lunga auto scoperta che li sta aspettando col motore acceso di fronte a me, dall’altro lato della strada, grigia a causa dell’oscurità pomeridiana.
Prima di sparire con un balzo all’interno dell’auto, prendendo posto sul sedile alle spalle del suo amatissimo leader, uno di loro, un piccoletto dai capelli scuri e gli occhi incredibilmente azzurri ed intensi, si volta a guardarmi accennandomi uno sguardo teso e preoccupato, rivolgendomi un ul
AngerWith his back leaned against the wall behind his shoulders, Maksimilian Sharp listened to the beating of his heart speed up, becoming stronger in the middle of the absolute darkness in which he was immersed, and the familiar pounding of his temples, which accompanied the violent flow of blood on his cheeks, whose sudden redness would have soon symbolized his current mood, altered by anger.
He needed fresh air to get rid of it, he could clearly perceive it in every little nook of his soul, but that light, annoying voice in his head, that whispered him to get up, go get his jacket, putting it on and sneak out from his house, walking in Hedeon’s streets until the strength in his legs hadn’t completely abandoned them, was the first thing that prevented him to do so: in the midst of his despair, in fact, the boy knew too well that if he would have allowed to himself to pander it, his feet would have conducted him to the first bar they would have found, and then Max would have or
I am a writer.And I don't even care
if the world hears my story.
All I want to do
is put my ink to paper
and stain the white with all the things
you said to me
and watch the paper blacken
until you can't see the lines,
because I am a writer.
And I always carry my pen
so I can stain the world with my stories
the way you stained me.
I'll see you in the pages.
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
I Ship UsI can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in my mind that I
had found one of my soulmates,
someone who could laugh
over puns and obsess over
pokemon, someone who wouldn't
judge me on anything I'd done.
A kind soul that is there
for all to see. One that has
been scarred and one I
wish to protect. Everything
you do becomes better
simply by your being there.
You are the reason I believe
in friends b
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.
Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.
Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.
Useless criticism and sad songs.
White weddings and pale funerals.
Kind words and happy endings.
Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.
A good book and life in general.
Simple things like that can make you cry.
And that's okay.
You're not made of stone and iron,
you're not a cold, heartless machine...
You're just human.
And that's more than okay.
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl that
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
Ocean's TouchThere is this strange comfort
of being weightless in the sea.
Just floating there alone and undisturbed,
with your eyes closed and your mind at ease.
The smell of the ocean grounds you and relaxes you
while the gentle waves stroke your sensitive skin.
You feel safe and the options and life choices
no longer torture your brain.
You feel free, calm and sane
for that little period of time when nothing matters,
the pressure is gone and everything is fine.
The ocean's touch lingers on your exposed skin,
not like a lover, but a healer.
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeply
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:
Can you feel it in the winds?
The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...
May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;
While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!
How does it feel I wonder,
This question I ask
To those who have spent their entire existence
Amassing power over their fellows...
Know now that your paltry gestures;
Your pseudo-might is but dust,
Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!
Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,
For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,
That your world will burn...