Elena Rosi

Jun 16

lizie

green means go
but i hesitate.
because every green light
turns yellow eventually,
and i’ve learned to fear
what’s coming.

it’s not really about driving.
it’s just,
every time life feels good,
i’m already scared
of losing it.

Elena Rosi Jun 16

Weather report for the soul

You know what’s funny?
When it’s hot you want cold,
When it’s cold you want heat.
You crave a change—
Never the seat
You’re sitting in.

When it’s hot
enjoy the summer.
When it’s cold
Enjoy the winter.

Embrace the sweet
And the bitter
The sunburn
And the shiver.

I know it can be better—
But we’re not just talking
about weather.

Sometimes we wait for the right moment. Or sometimes we just hate everything— we want anything but this. Maybe “this” is exactly what we’re missing. ✨✨

Elena Rosi Jun 16

This Father’s Day

My mom didn’t know English,
My dad couldn’t cook an egg.
We were lost in a unknown place,
And still we didn’t beg.

This Father’s Day
I want to say,
“Dude we’re not evil.
We survive, we find a way.”

This Father’s Day
My family’s okay.
But there’s others
who are not the same.

What a shame,
what a shame.
Los Angeles and Miami,
Can’t they see?

This Father’s Day
I want my people
To not be swayed.

It took me a while to write something today. There has been a lot of things going on, that I couldn’t choose a topic.

Elena Rosi Jun 15

I’m tired

I’m tired of hatred
I’m tired of racism
I’m tired of anxiety
Im tired of depression.

I’m too tired to be tired.
The perfect irony, though
I’m tired of the dark,
When I live in the light.

I’m supposed to be a well
In the hot weather.
I’m supposed to be a candle,
And make your day better.

Where have I gone?
Where have I gone?
I’m too tired to think
I did something wrong.

Perhaps I can’t be happy all the time, even when everything around me is fine.

Elena Rosi Jun 14

Ink Heart

We’re more alike
than what we think
I certainly didn’t have to blink,
I already knew my heart
was made of ink.

Ink that helps me trace
words almost extinct.
In this community
Problems don’t shrink,
But our strength doesn’t sink.

Writing is not a hobby, it’s a way of life ✨✨

Elena Rosi Jun 13

There’s No Secret

The secret of life is:
fall 10 times and get up 20.

Elena Rosi Jun 13

Too bad

After narcissist and life
Were torn apart,
A flower was born
Form the depths of his heart.

The lake in which he fell
Cried, cried and cried.
Oh lake! Why are you crying?
“Because Narcissist has died.”

Oh that’s right. He was beautiful
Wasn’t he?
“Pardon me?” Said the lake.
“I never knew.”
Every morning he came to you.

How could you not?!
“I never paid attention.
I didn’t know he was hot.”
Well then why do you sob?

“I looked at him
And he looked at me.
But all we could see
Was our own beauty.”

Too bad he only saw a mirror
And never saw a lake.
Too bad you only saw a reflection
And never his pretty face.
—both of you would’ve been amazed…

Inspired by The Alchemist. A retold fable