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Jan 2012 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

The Year

Tilts, stumbles, crashes down
Empty promise, no heart found
Anger welling, seeping out
Softly trickling stream of doubt
Quickly down the steps it winds
Into the attics of our minds
Parking ideas, camping out
Filling spaces, end of route
Don’t forget to pay the toll
Pay it fast, pay in whole.

Jan 2012 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Burnt.

Jan 2012 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

The Year

Burnt.

Grown askew
Patched a few
Pricked by thistles
Thick in vine
Crawling out to see the light
Shivers at the break of night
Torn and hassled

Burnt, burnt

Wick is silent,
Witness none.
Crying out,
The deed is done.

Cold and conscious, lying still
Breathe in, breathe in.
Wisps that link the frozen ****
Deep and snowy candid gazes
Bursting flames,
Revealed in traces.
Chilled, chalk cold white touch
Remnants of the old one's gruff.

Dec 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Not The First Talk

Dec 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Not The First Talk

As we talked the tension kept rising.
Both of us removing the fog from our mirror,
Striping each other of our disguises.

You blame me for the things that you have done.
Throwing your body upon me getting an arise out of me,
Yet you say I sang the song you have sung.

You hate surprises this is no surprise to me,
Funny because every time I let you back in,
You surprise me!

Now you say I flirt?
That you worry about my connections?
Odd. My feelings are inert.

You give a hug to every guy you see, I wave casually.
You talk to them on and on, I give a quick hi and then so long.
You talk **** about me, when I am standing right there!
I don't dare but clearly you don't care.

You say it's over...
I don't know what you mean.
You say the conversation,
I disagree.
You shout a "No!" and say your sorry at once.
Another "I love you" thrown at me.
I repeat it back, as if I've been doing it for months...

Hopefully this isn't a preface of you leaving me again...

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Hanged Man

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Hanged Man

O how the hanged man must feel to be at last at peace,
To hang there in eternal suspension,
Until someone gives a dam to get him down.

To be a sign to all,
To fear the hanger,
To feed the vultures that have picked at you all a long.

And what about the moment the rope constricted the life out of him,
Squeezing like one would to a sponge,
But instead pain and gore, not bubbles and suds.

Did he die smiling?
That is what matters.
So he won't be a menacing image but a friendly reminder.

Obey your government or you'll pay the price,
Defy them,
And they'll ruin your life.

They have a rope for us all!
Our lives planned out from the draw!
A death from a blissful rope.

Have we lost all hope?

Peyton Farquhar. An unjust make believe death.

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Remember?

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Remember?

Remember when we would lay with each other?
Remember when all I needed was you?
Remember when you broke my heart?
Why am I even asking, of course you do.

Remember when the towers fell?
Remember when Osama died?
Remember when I loved you?
Do you remember all these crimes?

Remember all the smart *** comments?
Remember how your dad teased me?
Remember laughing together?
Remember what we used to be?

Remember all the good times?
Remember when we fell asleep on the chair?
Remember all our stupid fights?
Remember how much you really cared?

Remember when the towers fell?
Remember when Osama died?
Remember when I loved you?
Do you remember all these crimes?

Remember when I remembered,
All the things from our past?
Remember how you pushed me away?
Remember the thing we did last?

We held hands,
In a reassuring squeeze.
And I felt sick,
Right down to my knees.
Yet you gave me that look,
To tell me everything was gonna be alright.
That was a lie though,
I am too blind to have sight.

Remember when I wrote this?
Remember the pain I felt?
No, no you don't,
Because I kept it all to myself.

Remember when WE fell in love?
Remember when YOU lied?
Remember when I loved you?
Do you remember all of OUR crimes?

Remember?
I can't forget.

I remember.

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

We No Longer...

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Bret Desrochers

We No Longer...

I was wondering, will it be alright
If you and I could sleep tonight
Side by Side
We no longer have to hide

We can come out and say
That we no longer can keep our love at bay
Your smile lights up my world
As feelings and fear swirled

We no longer will remain unknown
We no longer can compete with whats grown
What happened to our curiosity?
As you run into my arms, at extreme velocity

I could hold you all night, maybe even forever
This bond, nobody can sever
Girl your a page in my book of love
Next to beautiful and an ever lasting dove

Thinking remains an unbeatable task around you
Can you just one more time take me through
On how you were able to love me
Baby just one more time pretty please

We no longer will remain unknown
We no longer can compete with whats grown
What happened to our curiosity?
As you run into my arms, at extreme velocity

Copyright; Bret Desrochers

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Blood On Who?

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Blood On Who?

After days and days of delusions,
I now see the truth.

That you will blame me for all your misfortunes,
Shooting arrows at me that go right on through.

They sting upon entering,
But the exit wounds are the worse.

But now that I have holes in me,
The rest of your arrows have no worth,

You will consonantly hint at me,
Using your social network posts.

Trying to bend my thoughts,
With your painful cries as your way to roast.

You swear that it's my fault,
That the blood is on my hands.

                   Blood on who?
Blood on me?
                   Blood on you.

The blood is on you.
The blood is on you.
You didn't care about the blood you drew.

You're slashing at air,
With your hostile hands.

Hands that are covered with blood.

Blood,
That,
YOU,
Created.

It is your fault. Plain and simple.

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Puppet

Oct 2011 Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Wuji

Puppet

I am a puppet,
Here are my strings.
This one's for my mouth,
And this one's for my wings.

You can make me fly,
Fly,
O so high, in the sky,
Till I die.

You are in control,
Just the way you like it I'm sure.
Making me do tricks,
Getting all of your sick kicks.

You stand above me,
With your fidgeting fingers.
Making me dance around,
To your favorite singers.

Make me jump,
Make me fly,
Make me happy,
Make me cry,
Make me crazy,
Make me high,
Control where I look,
With my eyes.

I do your biding,
Like it or not.
I'm addicted to your control,
Like some are to ***.

I feel like,
It'll be this way till I die.
Yet you drop some scissors,
What are you trying to imply?

But now I found the scissors,
And you know what I'm going to do?

Snip,
Snip,
Cut,
Cut,
And,
TADA.

I'M FREE FROM YOU.

Although,
I didn't really think this through...

Because before I knew,
It I fell to the floor.
Like an overdosed,
Ritalin *****.

Lifelessly alone laying,
On the ground.
The only thing I hear,
Is your fake laughing sound.

So there I lay limb over limb,
Not knowing where to go.
Then to my dismay,
You mange to cause me even more woe.

For beside me,
A new puppet takes my place.
And your once gentle hand,
Comes down on me, and I am erased.

Now I think,
I miss your strings.
And all of your,
Cute little things.

I might have been a puppet,
But I loved my master.
Until she got bored,
And caused this disaster.

I loved a disaster,
Which was my master.
But what should I know?

I am just a puppet.

A puppet is no good without it's strings.