Alle volte, spesso e di rado, scrivo cose e restauro poesie, più per necessità che per piacere.
04/12/2021 21:41
Parlarne non basta
I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to fix my fucked up brain. I just feel so lonely and misunderstood sometimes, like everyone goes on with their lives, while I keep being stuck in the same toxic thought patterns again
and again
and again,
no matter how much effort I put into trying to be a better soul.
It wears a crown of thistle-down upon its wicked head.
09/10/2016, 20:47
Il silenzio
Cannot help but falling, who am I?
A loser, a failure,
A human being made of tiny pieces of nothing?
Too many words
Too much focused on being perfect
Too little sense of self
“Stop eating, stop complaining, you don’t deserve to be alive
Collapsing
Day after day”
Shut up!
Ron Mueck, 100 sculpted skulls, The national gallery of Victoria, Australia
Anonymous asked:
Concerto in do minore n.1 di J. S. Bach, poesia di Nazim Hikmet.
Ma che meraviglia, ti ringrazio per questo inaspettato e piacevole spunto 🌱
25/09/2016, 22:48
La ricaduta
I am hopeless, we all are
Making the same mistakes again and again
Empty souls filled with food, alcohol and broken promises
I am a failure, we all are
Hitting rock bottom way too many times
Sun is not shining in my mind and I really, truly, hope to die
(via vivevanodistanti)
26/08/2016, 22:45
Non era previsto
A fire
Burning inside my organs,
Skin
Heart.
I think I might be feeling emotions
And all that fun stuff.
Fuck.
I still believe than love,
is a succession of events
that unite two hearts,
so that they come to their senses,
discarding of the worldly pain
that we suffer every day.poetry-siir ©
Todavía creo que el amor
es una sucesión de hechos
que unen a dos corazones
para que entren en razón
y olviden el dolor mundano
que sufrimos a diario.poetry-siir ©