Wings of bright white on Angels back
Halos shining so bright above their head
As they flap their wings make sounds that crack
Above the sleeping beings that are in bed
The Angels heart beats finds souls that lack
To make life with happiness at ease spread
Lacking hearts that beat with sin
The forces that gather is dark and demonic
Angels crushes sin when it spreads within
No beings should lusts another romantic
That leads doubts and shackles in
Angels stop such thing before it become climatic

How shall I hold my soul so it does not
touch on yours. How shall I lift it
over you to other things?
Ah, willingly I’d store it away
with some lost thing in the dark,
in some strange still place, that
does not tremble when your depths tremble.
But all that touches us, you and me,
takes us, together, like the stroke of a bow,
that draws one chord out of the two strings.
On what instrument are we strung?
And what artist has us in their hand?
O sweet song.

She fluent when she speaks
Fluent when she rights
She is even fluent in here heart or who she loves
"She can’t be fluent always" they say
Are they right? Are they wrong?
Only two can know
She is fluent and reading and rhythm
Fluent in poems
But she isn’t fluent to her self
She disappoints her self
Hates her self
And even cut sometimes
But she is fluent in getting stronger and braver
Because she is the one who fluently wrote this poem
She is fluently me

I decay like moist poison
coursing through one's veins,
indifference
releasing its contents
to a greater system.
Set your summer language
beneath your fingertips
and let it lick pages,
fiddling its own way.
Do not let your words die.
Sweat and scream
ugly whispers into the fog.
Let your tongue fight the
bitter taste of death
and indifference

nello spirito del vento
amo il cuore e non la mente
parlare con l'anima e non le mani
amare se stessi per quello che sei
amo le tue idee anche se non sono vere
Hai cuore di amore, anche se non si tratta di pura
amo la tua verità
solo che ti amo così si può essere liberi
la verità è la verità
sarà l'ultima
il freno di cuore sarà valsa la pena il dolore
il tuo cuore
il tuo amore
il vostro libero arbitrio
sarà su e lo stesso
Tu ami
Hai detto
si cercano avventure lungo e in largo
solo per dire "voglio nascondere"
nello spirito del vento
Correrò e percorrere la distanza solo per vedere la bellezza nei colori
Vorrei cambiare il mio spirito per tutte le gambe per toccare la montagna
Correrò con il cielo e l'amore grande



(it is in italian.....please dont steal this one this is really personal.)