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Jul 2013 · 668
Art
Art
Serenity, sweet serenity,
I found it in your arms.
Like a black hole, you ****** me in,
protecting me from harm.

But when I tried to escape,
you ripped out my heart.
Leaving me broken,
mangled, a piece of art.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 732
Holding Onto Hope
I'm withering away,
I'm vulnerable,
my legs are weak and I can barely speak.

I'm wandering astray,
I'm on the run,
the feelings inside are burning me alive.

It's tearing me apart,
to see you depart,
to see you walk away,
to see you leave me.

I hold onto the hope,
that you will come back,
but hope won't hold back,
hope won't hold back.

I'm burning up inside,
I'm half alive,
and this fire won't be going out anytime soon.
I am a fool,
for thinking that you will be waiting too.

And it burns a hole in my heart,
to know you don't care.
It eats me alive,
and I know you don't care.

But I hold onto the hope,
that you will come back,
but hope won't hold back,
hope won't hold back.

I'm holding into hope,
but hope won't hold back.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 762
Time Loop
I woke up,
from a dream,
rooms was cold,
and serene,
hands were numb,
eyes were young,
opened the shades,
let in the sun.

Walked outside,
looked around,
took in all,
the sights and sounds.
Man, am I,
happy to be alive,
sun shining bright,
my life has just begun.

And so I ran,
into the fields,
and I let,
my wounds heal.
An open space,
the feeling of grace,
as the wind,
brushed my face.

The world was wide,
the world was small,
before my eyes,
I saw it all.
I felt love,
and felt bold,
till one day,
I grew old.

My skin shriveled up,
and my heart,
weakly puffed,
and I stop to sit down,
and I felt,
the sights and sounds.

And then I lied down in bed,
and I rested,
my buzzing head,
and I closed my weary eyes,
and I slowly,
faded into time.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Sinful
The world is bustling with sin,
the evil's ******* us in,
money lovers love ******* you and me.
They wave their hands in the air,
as the onlookers stare,
at the definition of impurity.

Their soulless lovers demand,
the latest fashions and trends,
snap their fingers, instant gratification.
We eat straight out of their hands,
like a dog, on command,
while they laugh, it's stratification.

Smoke billows in the sky,
from the smoke stacks, so high,
they pollute the world and show no sympathy.
They rest on golden lawn chairs,
as girl run hands through their hair,
people are objects of the industry.

The politics are corrupt,
we say that we've had enough,
but the truth is we have no voice to scream.
Their money runs our lives,
they hear the peoples cries,
but they continue destroying the American dream.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 642
Our City, Our Home
My city, my home,
just crumbled castle walls.
Flames and fear,
and burning horse stalls.

Flight of the wicked,
with forked tongues.
Burned my home to the ground,
with flames hot as the sun.

Art thou afraid,
of the flying beasts,
that ravage our lands,
and eat all of sheep?

Art thou afraid,
of the flame wailing beasts,
that **** all our people,
with the slightest of shrieks.

Raise your hands brethren,
raise your swords high!
For tonight, for our people,
we die!

To free the lands,
of this wretched, cruel beast,
we must swing our swords strong,
and show we're not weak.

We must clash with flesh,
and slash and slay,
for the people we love,
for our city, our home.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 438
Into The Darkness
I already know what's going to happen.
I had a dream,
and everything matches up.

I've seen this happen before.
I've loved before,
and I've lost.

I'm not afraid,
but I'm kind of scared.
Too lose your touch,
is something I can't bare.

I'm shivering,
lips quivering,
as I imagine,
life without you love.
I'm not strong enough.

And I fall,
down, I fall.
As the floor gives way,
beneath my feet,
I fight to hold on,
but I'm too weak,
and I fall.
I fall.

I should be use to losing hope,
but I keep fighting,
and I don't know why.

Clawing my way back to the top,
only to fall,
down.

I'm weak when I'm strong,
I can barely crawl.
I lose sight of light,
and I quietly fall.
Into the darkness.

And I fall,
down, I fall.
As the floor gives way,
beneath my feet,
I fight to hold on,
but I'm too weak,
and I fall.
I fall.

I fall,
into the darkness,
into the abyss,
into nothing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 746
Soul Storm
The world has become so grey,
forever shining stars fade away,
behind the clouds, evil, grey,
they no longer illuminate your eyes.
And to who's surprise?
A storm is forming over the bay,
gale force winds have the sailors running astray.
And the orchestra plays,
tugging at the strings of my heart,
using my pain to make an art.
And the thunder rumbles loud,
and the lightening lights up the clouds,
and the rain is falling sideways,
and the winds blows evil away.
And the skies are pitch black,
and the thunder and lightening crack,
and the storm, it devastates,
but it cleans my heart of the pain.
I walk along the wreckage,
seeking a new message,
seeking a new blessing,
am I messing with fate?
Am I testing fate?
Am I early or late?
What did I create?
The storm washes it all away.
And the thunder rumbles loud,
and the lightening lights up the clouds,
and the rain is falling sideways,
and the winds blows evil away.
And the skies are pitch black,
and the thunder and lightening crack,
and the storm, it devastates,
but it cleans my heart of the pain.
And when the sun shines down,
through the cracks in the clouds,
the orchestra will play,
and the sailors will sail.
The bay will be calm,
the storm will be gone,
and I will start again,
I will start again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 543
Lost in Confusion
I sit here now, afraid, unsure,
should make another move?
Or should I surrender?
Where would that put me and you?

I've stressed my love in many fashions,
hoping you would see the truth.
But nothing ever seems to happen,
leaving me without a clue.

I've shot for the moon and pulled it down,
but that wasn't enough for you.
So I sit here in the remaining sounds,
of a fight, a goodbye too.

The world is spinning round and round,
leaving me dazed and confused.
My feet are lifting off the ground,
as I hold the gun shot wound.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 655
Culpabilité
Less is more and more is less.
We sit upon our thrones atop this mess.
Our lies pile up beneath our feet.
I live for a love I cannot feel.
The suns sets on another day.
And I know we both don't feel the same way.

This house is quite after you leave.
I feel my weak legs trembling.
Lies and deceit seep through the walls.
I love the feeling before I fall.
I can't escape the guilt and the shame.
this evil inside me plays me like a game.

The insanity is flowing through my brain.
I feel only shame, but I can't confront it.
Down on both knees, I cry out in pain.
My heart torn, I will never be the same.
The sun rises on other day.
Memories slowly begins to fade away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Walking by the riverbed,
drowning my thoughts,
and regrets.

Rocks sink quickly,
like my heart,
ever since,
you chose to depart.

Never again,
I cannot swim.

Been searchin’ for,
a light to hold,
and wane away the darkness a little more.

Stars grow dim,
like the tunnel entrance,
slipping further away,
disconnected romance.

Never again,
I cannot see.

The night is cold,
the frost is thick,
and I am growing old.

My fingers and face,
have become numb,
like my weak heart,
when we’re not one.

Never again,
I cannot feel.

The world has gone gray,
an empty canvas abandoned,
when did you even go astray?

Everything seems like nothing,
colorblind to the emotions around,
like a dog trying to define a rainbow,
or the deaf’s hope of enjoying a sound.

Never again,
I cannot hear.

War torn,
my heart cries,
like a newborn.

And like a newborn,
I have become immature,
to what love truly is,
you have distorted my perception,
forever.

Never again,
I cannot love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio and Ryan Kotowski. Thanks Ryan, as always, for writing another piece with me!
Jun 2013 · 544
Break Me
Begin to break me,
crack me, shake me.
Smack me, hate me,
shatter my will.

Tear my heart,
from my chest,
and throw me aside,
just like the rest.

But before you let me go,
I just want to let you know,
I never stopped loving you.

Slowly tear me,
wear me down,
till I am nothing,
but a bit of dust.

And if you must,
take my heart,
because I will no longer need it,
once we're apart.

But before you let me go,
I just want to let you know,
I never stopped loving you.

No matter how far apart,
we may grow,
I want you to always know...

No matter how long it is,
till I see you again,
I want you to always know,
I loved you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Jun 2013 · 735
The Monster
Humanity is a monster,
in the closet,
under the bed,
in your head,
quietly lurking.

Stalking and creeping,
quietly weeping,
and selfishly eating,
away at Itself.

Meddling with everything,
everything and everything,
interjecting in so many things.

The sour taste,
in the creatures mouth,
has It spitting,
while It's grinning,
and slowly cutting Itself.

It's set to self-destruct,
erupt,
explode,
and bleed on everything.
And then,
wounded,
injured,
and bleeding,
it will crawl back into It's hole,
where it will remain,
until called upon again by Itself.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 710
Nothing Lasts Forever
A ******* the brink of breaking,
faking her way to the top of the pile of all the dead before her.
Drinking to escape it,
she fights her way through the words,
looking for a cure.

All the names they call her,
ugly, fat, ****, *****.
What doesn't **** her,
just breaks her down more.

All the people telling her,
"you're okay",
are the people that help break her down anyway.

Why should she listen?
Why should she give them the satisfaction?

The bruises on her skin,
the voices from within,
the cutting, scratching,
and tearing of her precious skin,
is causing her to bleed,
is causing her to feel just a little bit better.

But better never lasts forever.

The evil within her,
is starting to **** her,
she crumbling under the pressure.

The puzzle pieces don't fit,
I guess that this is it,
she crumbled under the pressure.

Nothing lasts forever.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 883
Hiding
It's suicide,
to show feelings you hide.

With the words slipping off my tongue,
brushing against strings,
too tightly strung,
a bad melody plays,
and it plays for days.

The melody resonates,
in the ears of the listeners,
but after bouncing around the brain,
exit, stage left,
leaving a mess.

And I am left here,
to pick up the pieces,
of what I fear,
is my heart.

So I hold my heart hostage,
inside the recess of my soul,
in a deep, dark hole,
where no one can find it.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 835
In a Dream
I had a dream of a park by the ocean.
All the trees stood straight,
and all the townsfolk knew my name.

All the street were parallel to each other.
Shops side by side,
under a bright blue sky.

Bricklayed side walks down every street,
in front of the general store,
everyone meets,
and greats,
sharing stories of adventure,
in an adventureless town,
down by the water.

Kids play down by the water,
where men fish for their future.
Hopes are high, hooks are low,
they fish till the sun goes down.

I look all around,
I take in the sights,
I take in the sound,
I breathe in and now,
I feel one with the town.

Do not wake me,
for I am at peace.
I am happy in the town,
I found in a dream.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Can't you see,
my friends, brethren,
that we are in a time of trial,
and tribulation.

Our will, it will be tested,
and our spirit,
pushed to the brink of breaking.
Our knees will give way,
hands tremble and shake,
but we will beat the desert.

Forsaken by our fathers,
for taking the path of the righteous man,
we will trek under the desert sun.
And when we reach,
the river of the Nile,
we will not longer be forsaken.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 652
Into My Soul
Hold on while I explode,
my mind is pacing,
my heart is racing.
Don't let me go,
I can't be left alone.

Your love is a light
that shines down on the darkness,
that protrudes my mind.

Your love is a guide
through the thick black forest,
of my crippled mind.

I can feel you,
when you look into my soul.

Hold on while I implode,
the feelings inside,
no where to hide.
Don't let me go,
I can't be left alone.

Your love is a beacon,
shining high upon the hill,
high above my heart.

Your love is the reason,
that I have the will,
to try and restart.

I can feel you,
you make me whole.
I can feel you,
when you look into my soul.

These simplistic,
complex feelings,
leave me floating,
touch the ceiling.

But in the end,
something will,
always be there,
to tear me down.

Hold on while I explode,
my mind is pacing,
my heart is racing.
Don't let me go,
I can't be left alone.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 926
Cheat
You never meant her any harm.
Just a helpless soul left to the your own devices.

The needles she stick in her arm,
will help her cope with this emotional crisis.

You didn't have to,
you didn't want to,
but the opportunity sure was enticing.

The softness of her skin,
could easily bend your will,
and without even knowing,
it did!

Do you feel the desire,
do you feel the fire,
burning inside,
no where to hide,
you're a liar!

When you tip-toed,
through the foyer,
and up, up, up the stairs.

Did you ever,
think to check,
for a single strand of hair!

Now your locked outside,
in the freezing cold,
no where to go.

Maybe next time,
hopefully next time,
you will think twice,
before,
you,
cheat.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 748
On The Brim of Dawn
On the brim of dawn,
on the battle torn fields,
where the lilacs flow,
we will never yield.

Swords may clash,
with the shield I wield,
but we will never run,
we will never yield.

Flesh meets with sword,
sword meets with shield.
Battle cries are shrieked,
we will never yield.

And when sunsets,
on this ******, beaten field.
We will stand tall,
we will never yield.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 467
Untitled #9
My quiet is quite unruly,
I feel you stare right through me.
I want to walk by you dear,
but you seem so far from here.

You slip right through the crowd,
the music blaring loud.
You take me by the hand,
and show me how to dance.
I'm a fool on my feet.
So this is how,
we finally meet.

Don't let me go,
I have to know,
what exactly did I do wrong?

Before you leave,
hear my final plea,
I love you more than anything in this town,
or all around.

The night was wild,
we were on fire,
nothing could make me,
feel much higher.
How can anyone act so cool,
around me,
I'm such a fool.

We make our way home,
through the wind and cold.
The sound of sirens in streets,
drowns out our dragging feet.
I hope you are my love,
before we end,
and this night is done.

I'm lost, alone,
without a home.
Your eyes fade in and out of the skies.

My hands are cold,
without yours here.
I never want to live alone,
or in fear.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 1.0k
Feeding the Fire
The chilling snow storm winds howl,
a cry heard around the town.
The neighborhood dogs run afoul,
not even the frostbit air can hold them down.

The streets are deserted, desolate,
street light flicker on and off.
We try to make the best of it,
a storm which we've all had enough of.

The floor creaks,
beneath my feet,
as I make my way into the den.

The walls creak,
and sound weak,
just like everything built by men.

I pick up my book,
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn",
the perfect read,
for when snowed in.

The time on the clock ticks,
and ticks,
and ticks,
and even clicks.

Time wasting away,
on a snowy winter day.

The cabin I'm in,
is full of sin,
lust, ******,
and even some mahogany.

I live in a house of hate,
a cesspool of lies.
All of which,
I will not deny.

And I will admit,
I really do miss,
your beautiful smile,
oh, it drove me wild.

But I failed you,
and you have the right to leave.
Chew me up and spit me out,
like your average *******.

So I will sit here,
in this raging winter storm,
and feed the fire more,
feed the fire more.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 686
Hollow Heart
Collapsing core's,
the seize of the soul.
Irregular hearts,
not so regular holes.

Hands intertwined,
but not with mine.
Bodies touch,
warm and kind.

I fight for you,
a fight I lose.
I go unnoticed,
you have no clue.

So in my misery, I wallow,
and I swallow,
my love for you,
into my heart, hollow.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 1.9k
Sinister
Sinister,
the smile across her face,
as she licked her lips,
and moved with grace.
One and one together,
making one together.
A lover like this will never,
come by again.
I'm pinned,
I grin,
we sin.
Worth every moment,
every movement,
every breathe,
and then you left.
Gone,
like a sweet lullaby song,
gone.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 880
Ode to a Depressed Flag
I sit here,
still,
waiting for a wind.
A breeze, a gust,
anything.

I see my friends,
worn out,
war torn.
But I, I sit here,
still, bored.

I sway,
sometimes,
when students pass.
But the breeze soon fades,
it never lasts.

But of everything,
what keeps me going,
is when they pledge their allegiance to me.
It makes me proud to wear these colors,
and represent my great country.

I may be sad,
to be a flag,
that sits inside all day.
But I will always be proud,
to represent the U.S.A.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 641
Minds Behind the Mindless
Breaking barriers,
beyond the brain.
A mindless mind,
is a foolish game.

Beyond the brains waves,
a smile saved.
Mother Nature grins,
we have sinned.

The chainsaws growl,
a horrific song.
Teeth tear into wood,
this feels so wrong.

Looking at a forest,
and seeing a profit.
As Frost once told,
"Nature's first green is gold."

The minds behind the mindless,
that chop, cut, and ****.
Corrupt money makers,
bending the workers will.

Will we ever yield,
turning forest into stumpy field?
Or does money dictate the mind?
Only time can tell.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 1.2k
Moonlight
The revolver,
to my head,
has one bullet.

Finger steady,
on the trigger,
I can't pull it.

The thoughts racing,
through my head,
around and around.

Head in the clouds,
please pull me down,
so my feet touch the ground.

I have always been addicted to you,
from the day you walked into the room.
Blue dress, blues eyes,
bright as the moonlight.

We kiss under the stars,
and say the world is ours.
Where did those nights go?
No one knows.

The sky,
it grows dark,
the sun hides away.

My eyes,
they grow weary,
memories fade.

As I pull,
on the trigger,
fate rings in my ears.

I smile,
cause I know,
you are somewhere near.

I have always been addicted to you,
from the day you walked into the room.
Blue dress, blues eyes,
bright as the moonlight.

We kiss under the stars,
and say the world is ours.
Where did those nights go?
No one knows.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 623
Do You Remember?
Do you remember the first time we kissed?
I do.
It was quiet extraordinary,
the way we fell right into each others arms.

The girl with no hope,
and the boy with no faith,
tangled into each others lives.

There's not a day that goes by where I am not thinking about you.
Not a single day.

I can spend hours thinking about you,
your face.
You are so beautiful.
Everything about you radiates beauty.
From your innocent little toes,
to your smooth, soft hands,
to your cute little nose.

I try not to think of what life would be without you,
but sometimes I can't help it,
and the the thought slips into my head.
I feel my heart sink,
my body becomes numb,
as I fall into the abyss.

I want to be with you,
forever.
From now,
till the end of time.

And I promise I will always love you,
if you promise too.

Because I want my last kiss,
to be with you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 769
Father Time
Today while I was at work,
an elderly couple came through my line.
Their faces were heavily wrinkled,
aged over time.

The man greeted me kindly,
asking for paper and plastic.
His voice was rough, raspy, and weak,
and most certainly unenthusiastic.

As I bagged his groceries,
I watched as he talked with his wife.
The woman he had to chosen to be with,
for the rest of his life.

Once we were done ringing up his food,
he reached out to pay.
His hand trembled when he extended it,
as I continued to survey.

"Debit?" he quivered with uncertainty,
as the cashier kindly took his card.
"Just confirm and sign right there." she said,
as he concentrated very hard.

Bent over slightly, eyes squinted,
he shakily signed his name.
A receipt printed, and was handed to him,
"Alright, have a great day."

I turned to the man and his wife,
and smiled as they smiled back at me.
"Thanks kid, don't work too hard!",
he said to me gleefully.

I nodded and smiled as they slowly waddled away,
and headed out the door.
I watched as they left, out of my sight, and thought,
there has to be more.

There has to be more to this measly life,
than just what I can see.
There has to be more to this pathetic life,
which means nothing to me.

The thought of death, it scares me so,
and leaves me shaking in fear.
My mind is clouded, thoughts a blur,
nothing seems to be clear.

The thought that someday when I'm old,
I'll wake up and think to myself,
"Welp, this is the end of the line,"
is really something else.

Because to be quite honest, I don't want to have to think,
"this is the final stretch."
I would rather not have to confront,
such an evil as death.

I don't want to face a wrinkled face,
brittle bones and a deteriorated mind.
I don't want to grow old, or die alone,
or face the powerful Father Time.

But then I remember what I saw today,
and it makes me realize how I will survive.
The man had a love, his wife, his soul mate,
which kept him alive all along.

So I will face my wrinkled face,
and I will face brittle bones.
I will face my deteriorating mind,
and I won't face them alone.

I will love you all my life,
and I will make you my wife.
And we will fight Father Time,
together, side by side.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
May 2013 · 622
The Letter
It's been five years now.
Five years flew by,
five years into thin air,
five years forever gone.

I cannot remember a time,
where I felt more anger,
hatred,
disgust.

I carry these emotions still with me to this very day,
in hope that I will someday wake up,
and no longer feel them.

Sometimes I find myself waking in the night,
calling your name,
reaching out for you,
only to feel cold sheets on the other side.

I write this to you now,
not because I am lonely,
not because I am desperate,
but because I love you.

No matter how much hatred I feel,
I always will love you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 971
Submit
The frigid winter air,
has confined me to my home,
where my mind is left to roam.
Miles away,
in my haven,
my mind begins to cave in.

The simplicity,
of this disease,
it picks me apart,
tears at my heart,
and mangles my mind.

It distorts all perception,
leading to my own deception,
I ask myself,
when is this going to end?

I feel nothing,
other than confusion.
And I can’t stop fighting,
this battle, which I am losing.

My mind pulls me one way,
my heart, the other,
And I can’t help but feel,
like I’m being smothered.

I scream,
and I cry,
and I still don’t know why,
I can’t feel normal.

I escape,
and I run,
right into a loaded gun,
that blows me to bits.
It blows me to bits.
I slowly submit.
I quietly submit.
I quit.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Walking by the riverbed,
drowning my thoughts,
and regrets.

Rocks sink quickly,
like my heart,
ever since,
you chose to depart.

Never again,
I cannot swim.

Been searchin’ for,
a light to hold,
and wane away the darkness a little more.

Stars grow dim,
like the tunnel entrance,
slipping further away,
disconnected romance.

Never again,
I cannot see.

The night is cold,
the frost is thick,
and I am growing old.

My fingers and face,
have become numb,
like my weak heart,
when we’re not one.

Never again,
I cannot feel.

The world has gone gray,
an empty canvas abandoned,
when did you even go astray?

Everything seems like nothing,
colorblind to the emotions around,
like a dog trying to define a rainbow,
or the deaf’s hope of enjoying a sound.

Never again,
I cannot hear.

War torn,
my heart cries,
like a newborn.

And like a newborn,
I have become immature,
to what love truly is,
you have distorted my perception,
forever.

Never again,
I cannot love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I am industrialized,
I have bloodshot eyes.
I love the sound of machine,
I love dough, moolah, green.
I will **** because I’m told to,
I will do things I'm told not to do.
I will lie, cheat, and steal,
I no longer truly feel.
I **** and I ****,
I never get my fill.
I’m a big fan of gore,
I always want more.
I feed on anger and hate,
I charge everyone with such high rates.
I will fight those who will not defend,
I love killing my fellow men.
I can **** every living thing,
I can win millions if I could learn to sing.
I never regret the decisions I've made,
I only want to get laid.
I will ****** for love,
I will strive for a way above.
I am the definition of insanity,
I love *** and profanity.
My own life slips through my hands,
like grains of sand,
I am man.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 746
Sons of the Sun
Sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil.

Fertilize our mother Earth,
our crutch since our birth.
The birth of man began the end,
for man and Mother Nature are not friends.

Modern day industry saturates our minds,
with pretty toys and fancy cars alike.

We feed into the killers, as Mother Nature dies,
our bodies and our minds, both industrialized.

That's why I plea,
for the sake of you and me,
sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil,
and save us all.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 1.3k
Feast
The stink of flesh and bone,
burned for a great unknown.
Torn skin and bloodied bruises,
the man with the least faith loses.

Bullets tearing through the air,
leaving behind death and despair.
Explosions lighting up the streets,
can you feel the heat?

We feast on the fight,
in the middle of the night.
But cry foul play when the enemy reacts,
to our previous attack.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

Organs lay spread across the street,
decorating the battlefield.
We harvest the souls of the enemy,
with the weapons we wield.

The dust and rubble fly,
as bombs fall from the sky.
Innocent people die,
innocent babies cry.

We feast on the fight,
in the middle of the night.
But cry foul play when the enemy reacts,
to our previous attack.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

Bullets,
bombs,
and blasphemy.
Money bombs,
money gone.

Bombs filled with money,
isn't it funny?
We pay for the gore,
yet deny we love war.

We love gore,
we love ******,
money gone,
we love war!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 539
Hey Woman
Listen woman,
I ain't no toy.
Listen closely now,
I ain't your boy.

Do you hear me?
Hear me loud and clear.
Listen woman,
don't wanna see you here.

I'm done with you,
be done with me,
no one likes a ******,
no one likes crazy.

Did you hear?
I want you gone.
Listen up,
I want you out by dawn.

Hey woman,
you're sounding crazy.
And I won't,
let you be crazy with me.

I'm done with you,
be done with me,
no one likes a ******,
no one likes crazy.

Get out of my hair,
get out of my face,
get off my back,
get out of my space!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 319
Day Six: Gone
Sometimes I wonder,
what makes you tick?
What makes you feel?
And when will it click,
in your beautiful head,
that I loved you?

I've been faithful,
and I've been strong.
They say four months,
isn't that long,
but to me,
it felt like an eternity.

I sit and ponder,
now that you're gone,
what exactly happened,
what I did wrong,
to make you, of all people,
hate me.

I will sit here,
for the rest of my days,
till I find out what I did,
to push you away.
No matter how long it takes,
I will wait.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 520
Day Five: Fading
My bones are shaking,
rattling, aching,
and I'm still waiting,
for you.

My body's on fire,
I'm feverish, tired,
my mind is wired,
I'm blue.

I can feel you fading away,
so listen to me when I say,
I need you to stay,
I need you.

My eyes lids are heavy,
my breathing unsteady,
legs feel like confetti,
I'm weak.

I feel like a fool,
thinking about you,
but it's your love,
I seek.

I can feel you fading away,
so listen to me when I say,
I need you to stay,
I need you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 708
Day Four: Wounded
I am a wounded animal,
licking my own wounds,
resting in the ruins,
of a broken heart.

I am a wounded animal,
blood all around,
from when you shot me down,
flesh torn and weak.

I am a wounded animal,
once gallant and free,
until you wounded me,
and faded into the horizon.

I am a wounded animal,
and only you can heal me,
only you can free me,
I need your tender love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 438
Day Three: My Enemy
What crime did I commit,
to deserve this?
The pieces don't fit,
might as well just quit.

But something keeps me driving,
keeps me moving forward.
Something keep me smiling,
keeps me moving homeward.

I feel it coursing through my veins,
my heart beating faster,
it's driving me insane.
My mind is on fire,
I'm on a crash course,
with you, someday we'll meet again.

My hope,
my dream,
my one desire,
is that I'll see your face again.

But love is my enemy.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 1.7k
Electro-love
You belong to me,
across the electronic sea.
The mind can be electrifying,
but only when set free.

The spire of the mind,
connecting our souls.
Telekinetic soul searching,
searching for what is whole.

Electronic based love,
connecting hearts with sparks.

Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma.

You belong to me,
across Internet access key.
Two hearts can be unstoppable,
no matter where they lead.

The dungeons of the heart,
are dark, deep, and cold.
But when a flame is lit inside,
the traveler becomes bold.

But we are two screens apart,
two screens too far.

Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma.

Databases overload,
my heart's going to implode.
Over heated hard drive,
brain is lost, brain is fried.

Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma,
a coma,
a coma,
a coma.

Electro-love,
I've had enough.
Electro-love...
Copyight Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 710
Day Two: A Dream
I had a dream last night,
you sat across from me,
at a small, nicely decorated dinner table.
We talked of nothing.
Our mouths moved,
but no words came out.
Your pale complexion brought out the spectacular color of your blue eyes,
which sparkled in the light from the chandelier above.
Your hands were warm,
and soft.
My heart began to beat again,
strong, triumphant,
like it once did before.
Suddenly, the room grew dark.
Tears streamed from your eyes as the room faded into black.
I took your hands,
and mouthed,
"I love you."
You looked into my eyes,
and smiled,
as the table began to stretch and push us both in opposite directions.
Your hands slipped out of mine,
as I watched you fade away to the dark,
as I felt my heart slowly stop.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 342
Day One: Lost
Am I a lover, or just an object?
Trapped in time,
in perpetual rhymes,
navigating without signs,
blind.

Am I the one, or am I just another?
Just another face,
in the lovers race,
for your faith,
replaced.

I've searched far and wide,
for a love I can't find,
I've begged and plead on my knees.

I must know,
before I go,
what did I do to make you leave?

Because I tried so hard,
and I fought,
and I loved you,
like no one else,
has ever loved you.
But now I sit here,
alone and confused,
wondering,
what did I do?

And so I wander.

Am I a fool,
chasing gold,
without a clue,
of the consequence?

Or am I just another lover,
chasing a love,
so innocent.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 509
Eyes of Gold
The paper unfolding,
in front of my face,
words written with grace,
as I reach out to grab them.

The suction of space,
pulling me away,
as the words are erased,
I can't have them.

I can't have you,
and if I do,
I will be the fool,
who ******* himself.

When your eyes of gold,
turned inside out,
I began to doubt,
our existence as one.

Now I float here,
in my own space,
looking for the face,
that brought me here.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 748
Down By The Bay
I spent the day,
down by the bay.
The sea salt air,
flowing through my brown hair.

I dipped my toes,
in the water, so cold.
Sent chills up my spine,
as rain fell from the sky.

I walked on the docks,
as birds flew by in flocks.
They cried out my name,
I may be insane.

The words in my head,
make complete sense,
to me.

But when they come out,
when I shout,
they always end up being opposite,
of what I thought.

I never mean any harm,
I never mean to hurt anyone.
But in the end, everyone runs away,
I can't help me!

But I can find,
comfort in me,
when I'm down by the sea.

When I'm lost,
and alone,
I am truly at home.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Apr 2013 · 496
You Make Me
The way you smile,
when I walk in the room,
makes my heart go wild,
and it changes my mood.

The way you laugh and giggle,
when I say something dumb,
makes me love how we,
are always having fun.

The way your fingers fit,
right in between mine,
always make me grin,
with the biggest smile.

The way you rest your head,
on my bony chest,
makes me understand,
you're not like the rest.

And the way you look at me,
and smile endlessly.
It makes me realize,
just how I really feel.

I'm not good at expressing my feelings,
considering my heart is still healing,
but I just wanted to tell you,
I love you,
it's true.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mar 2013 · 587
Return of a Lost Face
Stuck between a rock and a hard place,
trying to remember a lost face.
Trying to fight for first place,
with the whole world on my case.

The weight of the world on my shoulders,
I stand tall and strong, like a boulder.
So what, my heart's growing colder,
but that's only because I can't hold her.

I can't bare the deception,
of my own mind and depression.
These feelings inside, I'm suppressing,
and their urgency, it is pressing.

The love that you give is astounding,
the strength your love profounds me.
I can feel my heart, it's pounding,
from your love,
all your love.

You are a gift,
a savior with magical blue eyes.
Here to save me,
from my own demise.

You are beauty,
in it's greatest form.
You are the sunshine,
in the darkest storms.

The key to a new life,
the key to a new love,
you are perfect, darling,
an angel from above.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mar 2013 · 589
Like No Other
When I walk in the room,
and see you sitting there,
I can't help but stare,
at your beauty.

Your smile from ear to ear,
and your gorgeous eyes, my dear,
leave me with a feeling,
of elation.

But I can't help but feel,
that I am letting you down.
I know I'm not the definition,
of perfection.

But when I hear you say,
you love me,
I don't know whether to be glad,
or feel lucky.

But you, on the other hand,
you want perfect, there she stands.
Right in front of me,
as I kiss her lips softly.

I can never be,
all she wants me to be,
but I can try the best I can,
try to be a better man.

She loves me,
like no other.
So I will do all I can,
because I love her.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mar 2013 · 1.1k
Waves and Vibes
I can feel the waves flowing through me,
the vibes you let off, they consume me,
your soft blue eyes stare into me.
Releasing my soul,
you make me whole.

Your presence has me paralyzed,
my inner feelings, on the rise,
your eyes shine like the starry skies.
The love you give me,
it sets me free.

Your touch has left me numb,
your love is like no one's.
You are my one desire,
and your love, it lifts me higher.

I don't want to go any further without you.
There's nothing that I'd rather do,
than be with you.

We'll travel far, and we'll travel wide, and we will fight.
Our love is strong,
more powerful than an atom bomb.

I'm fighting this fall and I'm losing,
your lips touch mine, and they soothe me,
I have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm blind to your love,
a song unsung.

You have me coming undone,
and I think I'm in love.
This feeling is a fire,
and it keeps lifting me higher.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I sit here quietly,
I have nothing to say.
Nothing to do,
just wasting away.

The world is a time bomb,
ticking away.
So I sit here silently,
and await the bang.

I sit here quietly,
and watch the TV.
Disease, killing,
and more misery.

I absorb it all,
each catastrophe.
I see politics argue,
why can't they agree?

I see commercials,
asking for money.
Help the starving children,
in other countries.

I see the *******,
"reality TV".
Nothing they do,
seems like reality to me.

I cannot tell you if this is the new world, or if this is just a phase,
but one things for sure,
we're going to hell either way.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mar 2013 · 613
My Will
I will fight the frigid frost,
to find what I have lost.
I will weather any storm,
my heart beat, strong and warm.

I will fight another day,
I will find another way,
to see you.

I will walk across the land,
just to hold your hand.
I will battle sweltering heat,
to feel your heart beat.

I will fight another day,
I will find another way,
to see you.

And when I finally reach you,
if I ever do,
the skies will open up,
and it will rain love.

And when I finally hold you,
in my arms,
I will show you the love,
I have been saving for you all along.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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