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I can feel you,
radiating unto me.

Love and pain,
we go unseen.

You're my plutonium,
my queen.

I'm nothing,
a dying ****,
maybe.

Pull me up,
roots and all please.

In the hole,
plant a seed.

Watch it grow,
watch it bleed.

Heal its wounds,
make it believe,
then toss it aside,
when it becomes a ****,
like me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Cracking and crunching,
shredding into bits,
leaves beneath my feet,
a year gone too quick.

I reminisce,
but not for long.
I don't get hung up,
on old love songs.

The ground is soft,
my mind is lost,
my love is strong,
another year gone.  

Another love lost,
tossed aside.
They say life *****,
they sure got that right.

A harsh winter,
I'll need to survive,
but with a new year,
comes a new life.

I will rise,
from the ashes of my burnt corpse.
I will begin anew,
set sail upon a new course.

And I will begin again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
We stand on separate shores,
we stand on separate worlds,
millions of miles away.

I feel as though time and space,
hold as both at bay,
far from where our hands can touch.

From far, I can still feel your love,
but that is not enough,
what I would do just to see your face.

Just to be in the same place,
just to have the bittersweet taste,
of your lips.

But we sit on different planes,
different dimensions,
far, far away,
so I wait.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Search and see the sun,
go out and feel the rain,
just realize,
the pain will go away.

Go and smell the flowers,
breathe in the air,
move without a care.

Electric love is coming for you,
spark the heart and make it move.
Make it pump and make it jump,
love is more than me and you.

There's no need to talk,
there's no need to waste,
the precious time we have,
we're near our end, I can taste it.

Take your mask off,
and I'll take mine off too.
We both have nothing to lose.

Let the vines entangle and trap,
your heart in their tight grasp.
Don't uproot what we can't lose,
you'll find it hard to get back.

I'm a sinner,
I'm a survivor.
I'm a sinner,
I'll survive her.
I'm a sinner,
I'll revive her.
I'm a sinner,
I'm a survivor.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Busy people passing me by,
Some decide to talk, some stare and watch.
Others give me numbers and say they'll call.
Out there every night office hours ranging from 7 to 3
Find me with my cat named "*****" or on my bench surrounded by trees.
Just that guy out there practicing,
Look forward to the fresh air and fresh faces everyday.
Surprising everyone each night with their own name,
While they excuse themselves for forgetting mine.

Those school nights so calm,
Not a car in the city.
The occasional smoker will join us.
Those weekend nights so busy,
Everyone smiling having a good time.
An assortment of drunks and degenerates crowd us.
But no matter what night it is,
Get the chance to have the unique pleasure,
Of experiencing heartbreak again and again.

Making all these friends,
Like to think that it out weighs,
Any lost sleep or  internal pain.
But every night ends the same.
Back to my bed with a smile,
And a head full of names.
The people you meet, it's crazy.
There is a home,
and it's waiting for me.
It travels in the sky,
over the neon cities.

I've been searching,
years have come and gone.
It eludes me still,
and I can't help but feel wronged.

I look up at the stars,
on the clearest of nights.
I chase the sun,
from the second it rises,
but still I can't find it,
my home in the sky.

Maybe I'll question,
if I'm even alive.
You're the one who told me,
I'd never survive.

From time to time,
I find myself running with the clouds.
I have little faith,
not enough to toss around.

I stare at the moon,
watch it reflect down unto me.
Is there any hope left,
for a man so petty?
I'm more than ready,
for my home in the sky.

Take me now or take me never,
my home in the sky,
I won't wait forever.

Take me now before I take it all,
and throw it away,
I'll throw it away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I want to feel the fire,
I want to feel it dance in my heart.
I want to feel alive,
life is an art.

I'm living this life,
the way I want to live.
You may not like,
the way that I think.

But this is my life,
and I'm going to ignite,
that fire deep inside,
and come alive.

This is my life,
I'm going to live it right,
no regrets or shame,
time to play the game.

I know I live,
I know I die,
so let me live,
while I'm alive.

There's no mistake,
I'm going to face,
plenty of adversity,
but I will make the best of it.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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