enzo-badia
American
My story as a casual poet began one random day in the August of 2008, by some random assortment of words that decided to randomly cross my mind. Luckily, I had my phone opened to its notepad and I typed the words into it. From that one random moment, I began to write every word that came to mind down. I still do, and I hope you enjoy the random words that I put together. / / Thank you for taking the time to read! Reactions/Critiques are welcome as well. / / Websites: / http://www.enzobadia.tumblr.com
I thought it to be wonderful,
To only cause a sense of bliss.
Years of searching, years of dreaming,
Years of wishing for emotions like this.
Expectations held high,
Thinking that I would only ever smile.
That at the moments our lips met,
The world would stop for a while.
I believed it to be magical,
With ideas of fantastic futures.
My imagination depicting our passionate lives,
Perfection portrayed only through her.
In the depths of my mind,
Everything was figured out
And I was sure of how we would be:
A typical couple infused with happiness,
With lives that were worry free…
But with time I’ve come to see,
That love has just as well made me weak,
A fool of my own dreams,
And a victim of stupid fantasies.
It has infected me with stains of insecurity,
And unnecessary doses of jealousy.
With a highly pensive mind,
That only brings out the worst in me.
Is this how it is meant to be?
That when one finds true happiness,
The struggles begin to run deep?
That the little things begin to grow in power,
Causing everything I imagined to simply be devoured?
Can it be true, that I was wrong,
That love does more than set your heart free?
Well…as I lay here and
Await for the answer to strike from above,
I will continue the path I’ve chosen,
And refuse to believe in the dark side of love.
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
By arms extended,
To show that you belong here,
I will welcome you.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
In the moments between now and then,
I pray that I will somehow see you again.
Though your words and laughter
Are enough to hold onto,
Nothing compares to the warmth I feel
With my arms around you.
In the moments between now and then,
I sense that maybe we’ll come to an end.
The thought of losing you is really overwhelming,
And it leaves me to sit and worry,
But in the end your love is reassuring,
So I know that it’d be okay to keep going.
In the moments between now and then,
I crave for your lips and the taste of your flesh.
Imagining the sound of my name in the form
of a gasping whisper by my ear.
The bending of our bodies and interlocking
Of our fingers as we lose ourselves without fear.
In the moments between now and then,
I know that I will indeed see you again.
But when time doesn’t move fast enough
To please the desire in my heart,
The fires begin to spread.
And though we’re in this together
I feel the miles pulling us apart,
Causing these dreadful thoughts in my head.
Will I really see you again?
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
I wonder if you know what your words alone make me feel,
You probably don’t have a clue.
However, I won’t bother finding phrases to describe what you cause in me,
I will show you through my actions,
And hope that you sense what I feel for you.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
Lonely, lonely people.
We lay awake at night.
Asking ourselves the same question.
Why does no one lay by our side?
Lonely, Lonely people.
Is too late to give it a try?
I just feel like I’ll keep losing,
I need hands that will point to light.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:44 PM UTC
Two hearts in mind,
Two hearts in mind.
You live with two hearts in mind.
One is his, the other is mine.
At times I win, and at times I cry.
You say to me that I should give up,
That it is just a waste of time,
But you honestly know nothing
About this love I hold inside.
Even if this battle never ends,
Know that this want for you
Will surely never die.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:42 PM UTC
The morning sun does not shine
The way it once did.
Without the glow of your eyes,
Mornings remain dim.
Time refuses to move any faster.
It has chosen to slow in pace.
The days without you grow longer,
Delaying our next embrace.
To be honest,
It kills me inside.
This distance hurts,
More now than ever,
Because you’re always on my mind.
Its like we’re stuck in different worlds,
Worlds that don’t coincide.
Sadly, this is where I lie.
In a place where I know of your desires,
But fall short in means of
Making them come alive.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
Someday I’ll paint a mural.
I’ll paint it on one of the walls in my room.
It will consist of your favorite colors,
Your favorite things,
Everything that adds up to you.
I’ll let it dry, I’ll let it show.
I’ll look at it at night when
The vibrant colors begin to glow.
And when I finally build up the courage,
When I get past the days that seem to drag on,
I’ll stand on my own two feet and.
I’ll break down that ******* wall.
I’ll even take a picture of the ruins,
Just for your eyes to see,
That the damage I did to the wall,
Was nothing compared to the
Damage you did to me.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:39 PM UTC
You crave for a “love” that others speak of,
Yeah you crave a fantasy.
So you begin your search,
Putting yourself in several situations,
Until you come across the one,
Who can fill in all the spaces.
Slowly, you begin to make it real,
This dream you crave.
You feel as if everything is in your favor,
Like the world is at your mercy,
To heed ever word you say.
But then you start to notice,
How they begin to open once again.
The wind gushes through,
Ripping apart the laughs, the memories, the faces.
And with it, goes the one,
Who filled in all of the spaces.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:36 PM UTC
Eighteen stories high,
And across my field of vision,
I see a blinking red light.
Though it blinks throughout the day,
It only catches my attention at night.
The world is dark then,
So it illuminates the sky.
To me they’re more than red flashes,
They hold importance in life.
Again, its at night,
When I make it back home
And glance at the world outside,
that this blinking red light reminds me
Of how I survived another day.
That I am still alive.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 2:31 PM UTC