striature il bicchiere
come una lacrima contro la mia faccia
le nubi piangono con me

//Translation\

streaking down the glass
like a tear against my face
the clouds cry with me

Hie alta stare non possunt,
lacessendo et ventus aeri,
ad nihilum deduces me
ferte me

//Translation\

I can stand here tall
challenging the wind and sky
to sweep me up
and carry me away

Have you ever noticed how dark the world really is?
And I'm sorry if this isn't what you needed to hear.
So, if my sadness offends you, or hurts you, stop here



I feel alone constantly.
My insomnia consumes the one moment of the day when I am at peace,
I cannot ******* sleep
I have lost weight
My excuse:
I just..
don't eat the way I used too.
I'm white
somehow my school thinks that makes me ******* ******.
As if I read Mein Kampf as a Bedtime story
In fact I hate ****** with every bone in my body...just like everyone else.
WHAT A ******* SHOCKER, RIGHT?!?!
Anyways,
I have to go to a church function today
more like being dragged
See,
everyone says, "you have to believe in something"
But after 8 years with an abusive father,
An apparently "Blind" mother (for not seeing it, of course)
I have nothing to believe in, except for the evil in man.
I believe,
and you can quote me on this,
All I know is that I'm on the planet,
I don't give a **** how I got here, how this place was created,
All I know, I'm here,
I'm living
I'll have a little fun
and eventually die.
(which for some people, that day can't come soon enough)
Which reminds me,
hey, even though you don't know me
would you mourn me?
Would Hello Poetry be the same, with one soul lost?
Would you?
would you?
I don't expect you too.
I'm still here,
still living
still pushing
still breathing (but just barely)
Thanks for listening to me
taking the time to read me
because this poem is me.
I'm sorry I'm depressing
should I be though?
Ain't I like every other human being,
Allowed to feel?
I make music, you know.
It helps me not feel lost.
Not feel broken.
and what's funny,
people hate that about me, too
If you feel so compelled,
(and no, this poem is not just for you to hear my music)
here's the link
https://soundcloud.com/user-123704847
See,
I scream in my music,
some love it
I love it
its how I feel
how I bleed
How I survive
Some hate it,
devil worshiper
yep,
that's me
that guy who worships Satan
Which of course, isn't true.
But,
as always,
*life is full of assumptions.

Drier than before
but no one listens

no one

listens

i tried

and i'm done

n o   o n e   l i s t e n s

Watching you walk toward me
like a cat hunting its prey
But I remain stuck in the air
This place of agony and pain
I force myself not to go
Not go come running,
crumbling into your arms

And I look deep into your marble blue eyes
Refusing to break my strong gaze
Never
I gasp
Again
Sighing,
I turn around
Not to look at you
standing there with your slitted blue eyes
ever again.

my eyes
dry from tears
people ask about my dry skin
but,
i can't answer truthfully
i want to
but i can't

i must hide this side of me
with a fake smile
and a pretend personality

and

a n   u n r e a l   m e