Rocco Sylvestrie

Rocco Sylvestrie Dec 2019

A love like this isn't a love to miss
I visit my memories of happiness
Of Bliss
In my head
Painted fiction drowns out my vision.
The realization that ...
This isn't Love
Attachment at best
I fear
I fear
my dear , our love is but a game .. a shame
We hurt each other to feel love we create to blind our pain..

#love #fake #emotions #confused #lost #unsure #attached #tangible #tangled #bliss

Dec 2019

Richard Smith

The point

The point I try to make
Is that there is no point at all
When you are gone from this world
You are gone and that is all
You may be remembered
But that will not be for long
So I repeat
The point I try to make
Is that there is no point at all

Rocco Sylvestrie Dec 2019

TRUST A WORD

Broken promises that you’ve  given to me
  Have caused me to  live a life
      A life lacking my word

Expectations died, before birth
        Trying to **** the pain before it hurts

#trust #promise

Rocco Sylvestrie Nov 2019

Flame that never a dies

Ordered in, to rise in lines
Where alone yet side by side
We hate to dream,
We hate to dream

Although nothing here is what it seems
Could we try to reinvent ; feed the head with common sense?

Lead me to the edge of night,
'Til the dawn , the end of time
'Til that fires blazing light,
Shines again , within our eyes.

Rocco Sylvestrie Nov 2019

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Dear mother,

We are your babies for a little while.
Then we grow and explore our independence.
We swear we will never sound like you.
Until...One day we do.
At first it shocks us.
And yes, we will try to push away.
Then we have children.
Again... we repeat what you say.
By that time we realize a thing or two.
Then we understand why you do what you do.
When we reach that conclusion.
Things will have changed.
We will feel sorrow...
We will feel guilt...
We will cherish the blanket,
That you took the time to quilt.
We will not see this coming.
But things will really change.
The ones who call us their babies.
Become our babies in a way.
Our babies are there.
And gone in a day.

Rocco Sylvestrie Nov 2019

I See Love Within our Eyes like flame but never dies

Ordered in, to rise in lines
Where alone yet side by side
We hate to dream,
We hate to dream

Although nothing here is what it seems
Could we try to reinvent ; feed the head with common sense?

Lead me to the edge of night,
'Til the dawn , the end of time
'Til that fires blazing light,
Shines again , within our eyes.