3:19

A blank page,
the air that I can’t breathe.
Black and white,
in the long and never ending night.
Things to do,
a stalemate of obvious things,
the smiles of friends I’m lucky to have.

To be naked. Naked while wearing a mask that’s tearing apart from my new born face.
You, a thorn in my side, a lock on my treasure.
Being away from pleasures.
It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve ever known,
to be so in love with you and so alone.
And as you watch me moving following unknown and obscure patterns, you feel lost, and I have to find my way by myself.

Heavy burden. Cold sheets.
A dreamer falling down.
A map of Canada,
oh Canada.
Messages in the dark.
I draw a path on the map,
moving my finger crossed as I remember the taste of beer we drank that night.
The night, when the lighten up tower were bending at the sound of our powerful dreams.

And now, hidden under the covers, afraid to plunge into a dream that’s just stolen time, I seek answers.
I seek my goal, my arrival lane, my.
My. My. My. My.

My.
My.

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It's frankly hard to describe myself in this little space, but I'll try to do my best: I'm 29, graduated in fashion and design. I love to write tales and novels and to study languages... I love words, their meaning, their importance, the deepest emotions that they can create when they are close to each other, the stories one can tell with words. Yes, stories. I'm obsessed by the infinite number of stories that can be told. This is my personal diary, I will post poetries, writings and streams of consciousness, that will be probably gathered together in a collection. Thank you for following my dream!

Pubblicato il 21/01/2014 su Other. Aggiungi ai preferiti il collegamento . 1 Commento.

  1. Flowing into the lines of poetical touches… Wonderfully expressed… I enjoyed reading your poem. Just a little idea, while I was reading I don’t know but I read like that this part,

    “moving my finger crossed as I remember the taste of beer we drank that night,
    that night.. when the lighten up tower
    we were bending at the sound
    of our powerful dreams…”

    Thank you, with my love, nia

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