He was given a second chance
At what cost?
He was ready
To deliver a blazing
Punch
The most powerful
Punch
But was afraid,
Tired, depressed
could not deliver
Why? Why so weak?
Why was the world against him?
He chased a dream
so much,
And was of himself
so full,
stubborn, and deaf
That he was left with
A lot of nothing
At that point
He did what was best
To keep himself alive
That is,
To defend his treasure
And to die for those whom he loved.
Rather than die a nobody.
He smiled.
And lives through his little brother's mind,
Immortal.
For love is the warmest flame possible
And will never perish
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
This is not meant to be a poem.
Never delete what you were. Even though it doesn't reflect your current being. You must be proud of what you were because it got you until now and it prepared you. It gave you the tools. It WAS you and hence it IS still you.
Never be ashamed of the love you felt and gave. Instead. Grow in love and grow the love.
And if things did not go the best possible way. Well. What even is the best possible way? Things went the only way possible. You learn from what happens and live the way you think is best for you. Maybe learning from mistakes too.
There are no true immortal beings, but immortal are the feelings we feel and the ideas that we bring to others. This is because ideas and feelings will move through generations as long as someone is willing to talk about them. Share them. Write them. And speak about them with other people.
This is magic.
I guess that's all.
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
Non é l'istruzione
Non sono gli oggetti
A fare un uomo,
Se stesso.
É come vive l'ora,
Cosa fa con gli altri;
Ció che condivide;
L'intenzione con cui lo fa,
La voglia;
La personalitá, il mistero,
la magia, la forza...
Di amare ogni istante
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC
It begins
With fiery jokes about Canada
And your hair, blazing, untamed
Is it maybe your stunning mind
I am simmering, 180 degrees
Perhaps it is the cookies we bake,
The stories we share,
the laughter we shape
With such SERIOUS faces
I could look at you for hours.
Your beauty defies all words
But it's not even that —
Your charm and confidence —
you wear them like a crown
—I know it must hurt
It could be your ambition
That I truly love so much
This burning sensation is so strange
I know you won't like this, but
This love, like wine, leaves me
soaked, spinning, dizzy
I am just not used to this—
I've never wanted anybody to feel so good in life
But it is what I want for you
I feel so free,
You are too —
You know the moon is free falling too
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
We chose to be caught,
Swirling in this vortex,
With our crystalline eyes
Closed, or open—
innocence,
violence.
I remember clearly,
A flirt. A touch. A kiss.
I flew with my mind,
I loved it wet—
but you couldn’t love it then,
you couldn't even hate it,
you hate it now, looking back
We found ourselves
Spinning in the spiral
Of something we chose—
It was our own will,
Unbreakable by anyone,
though it had happened before:
you were torn apart like paper.
and now you are here,
gluing with gold the shattered pieces
Of the beautiful being you are,
Of the beautiful thing you swear to be,
Of the beautiful child you see,
When you look into the mirror
With your eyes wide open.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 7:01 PM UTC
Come nebbia,
Nebbia sparsa
Che divien acqua,
Poi torrente,
E poi per sempre
E forte e rapida e turbolenta
Cui vien la vita, la gioia, i colori
Il nostro scopo é
Ma non era niente
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 1:06 AM UTC
Like mist,
Sparse,
Becoming water,
and then a river,
and going forever
And strong and fast and turbulent,
growing life and joy and colors,
Our purpose is,
and was never.
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 5:16 PM UTC
Amo sorridere,
Voglio volare,
Spingere, spingere fuori,
Andare, andare, andare
Fissarti il colore degli occhi e basta oppure guardare e fantasticare
Vorrei vibrare, vibrare
Come foglie al vento
Come un albero secolare
Movimenti in ogni direzione
Sento il mio cuore che segue il tamburo che segue il rumore che sento rombare
Esplorare il verde, il verde
Chiusi gli occhi al vento e al sole
Pelle morta che si libera nell'aria
Voglio odore, odore, odore
Sentirti un profumo inebriante come un esplosione che saturi tutto tra naso e sapore
Voglio andare piano o veloce
Costruirmi, costruire, costruire
Le braccia tese all'infuori,
e stringersi a sé stessi
Voglio abbracciare con il petto e con le mani ed incendiare e bruciare le vene e il cuore
Voglio creare,
fare cazzate,
Gioire, soffrire, amare,
Capire, vivere, baciare,
Voglio annegare e gustare le mucose e la bocca ed il silenzio e l'immenso
e come un cotone galleggiare
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
You could go on adventures together,
Enjoying a hot cup of mulled wine,
Or just share stories sitting on a couch,
Having an infinite amount of joy
Spreading bullsh1t 10000 km away,
Finding secret codes, creating phrases.
Some threads work in close range,
Or they stretch out a far distance,
Tying with friends, new or old alike,
They melt the rock ice beneath,
Within the reach of your finite souls,
Exploring the walls of a finite home.
They bring fire in your heart,
Making it want more and more
Thirsty of the whole endless world.
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 11:24 PM UTC