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578 · Aug 2013
Death
The bland grey walls,
and cold steel bars.
Thoughts in my head,
I lie in bed.

Thousands of days gone by,
never to be seen again.
Thousands of words alive,
written in the letters I send.

Evil casts itself upon me,
sin secretes from my pours,
but I am just a man,
and nothing more.

My mind is twisted,
corrupt, perturbed.
And all I can think,
is one simple word.

"Death" comes calling,
"Death" shall find me.
"Death", take my soul,
for you are all I see.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
578 · Jun 2015
Hope
I hope every memory we made,
comes back to stab you in the dark.
I hope you feel the exact pain,
that I felt on a cold Sunday night.

I hope every word you said,
comes back to haunt you, like a ghost.
I hope every time you see me,
you realize you're what you hate most.

I hope that every dream you have,
is shattered like the rest.
I hope when you pick up the pieces,
you see me in the mess.

I hope someday you see,
that words mean more than love.
I hope that you remember...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
577 · Jul 2012
No Light
There's no light,
inside this broken heart.
Just a love,
that can never restart.

There's a place,
inside my heart that's hollow.
And it's waiting,
for you to come home.

And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.

Sleepless nights,
in an empty bed.
Thousands of,
thoughts flow through my head.

No escape,
from the pain I feel everyday.
Ever since,
you chose to walk away.

And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.

I'll wait for you forever,
my hearts wide open,
we belong together.

Just don't keep me waiting for long,
I don't even know,
what I did wrong.

Please come home,
come home.

There's no light,
inside this lonely heart.

And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.
And I know that you're out there,
somewhere.
And I know that you're out there...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
576 · Aug 2012
Haiku #18
The spirit that moves
through all things is in us all.
We are tied as one.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I write to you now from the bunker,
beneath the surface of what was once London.
The earth around me shakes,
it quivers and quakes,
as sand falls from the cracks in the walls.

I don't want you to worry about me,
I'll return home eventually, one way or another.
I hope this letter finds you,
when the sky is blue,
and the sun shines down on our beautiful son.

I want you to always remember,
with or without me, you're the strongest girl I know.
You're going far in this world,
your voice will be heard,
and you are only are strong as you think you are.

So reach for the stars,
my love.

I'm sure we'll meet again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
576 · Nov 2013
Get The Girl
Get the girl,
don't let her slip away.
Let her love you,
kiss you,
hug you,
just don't let her get away.

She is the world,
the stars and the sun,
everything in one,
the only one who can get you to crack a grin on that cemented face of yours.

The moon comes out at night,
and shines glowing beams of light,
and it reflects in her beautiful eyes.

She can make you,
and she can break you,
but most importantly,
she will take you,
far, far away.
To places you've never known,
never seen,
and all in between.

But in the end,
she will break you.
Take your heart and tear it apart.
She will bring you to your knees,
have you begging please,
and in the moonlit night,
under a starry sky,
she will walk away.

And in this moment,
your heart will harden,
lock up,
and become stone.

She will make you feel broken,
an empty shell of a man,
when in reality,
she is the creator,
of a brand new soul.

When you shrivel up inside,
and feel like you're not alive,
remember the good times.

Remember the love,
the laughs,
the life you shared.
There are no words to describe the pain of heartbreak,
but one thing can describe it,
you are no longer a child.

Before you can truly love,
you must lose.

So go get the girl.
Love her,
kiss her,
hug her,
and when the time comes,
let her go.
Like a butterfly,
let her roam,
and always know,
she is the one who opened the doors to your heart,
and open your eyes to a world of love before you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The world came crashing down,
lead raindrops on my trembling hands,
no one else around could ever understand.

Down the pathways, I stumbled broken,
through the crowd, I made my way,
down to the river where I cried,
and all my tainted tears washed away.

Chest collapsed and heart compressed,
I fell to the cold soaking pavement,
never had I ever felt so much disappointment.

I held her heart, it was ethereal,
it was mine to have and mine to break,
and I made the worst mistake of my life,
when I dropped it on the ground.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Dancing in the blackest sky,
between the stars pinned up with wishes,
elegant as silk in the wind,
she finds a home in her own skin.

Beacon of fire in the cold night sky,
a dying star turned blazing sun.
Ever so gracious as she glows,
moonbeams down to the Earth below.

She scans the surface but doesn't scratch,
barren and covered in dirt and mud.
Something catches her eye, a boy exiled,
there he lays, a broken child.

A sole spotlight, a moonbeam bright,
finds the boy in the dirt on a cold black night,
and the arctic winds howl,
carrying the voices of those who doubt him.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
567 · Sep 2012
Haiku #41
The warmness of the
fire brushing against my
skin feels like heaven.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
566 · Mar 2011
Peace Is Obsolete
We are overseas,
fighting a war.
You ask for more,
but you don’t want it.
Asking for us to pull out,
without a doubt,
the government will listen.
The pleas and cries,
we fall like flies.
And their people don’t want us there.
We are trying to fair,
but all we do is scare.
We are trying to fight,
the war on terror.
But people are fighting it,
they don’t want war.
They want peace.
There will never be peace,
till the terror is gone.
Peace is obsolete.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio- From Traveling Through Time
564 · Oct 2014
Set Sail
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
564 · Sep 2012
Haiku #35
The changing of the
colors of the leaves is the
most beautiful thing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
564 · Aug 2012
Haiku #28
Dream of world peace and
nothing will happen. Act on
it and it will come.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
558 · Sep 2012
Haiku #46
Alone, left on the
river to roam. My mind flows like
the rivers strong current.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
558 · Apr 2015
We The People
I found the reason for all our lies,
to cover up our ****** up minds,
to cover up all the crimes,
committed by mankind over time.

We ****, corrupt, and capitalize,
on all the forsaken, innocent cries,
and then we try to rationalize,
our reason for profiting from their demise.

The blood is on the hands of the mindless,
sitting back, thinking these issues are timeless,
do you really think the people are buying this?
Do you really think you can keep us blinded?

No more closed doors, no more closed minds,
we need someone willing to walk the line,
someone willing to argue both sides,
someone willing to lead us, not hide.

No more government fundraiser *****,
no more vacations, answer the call,
this nation needs someone to stand strong and tall,
this nation needs us,
the people
one nation,
under God,
indivisible,
with liberty,
and justice,
for all.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
553 · Mar 2011
Forever Gone?
Don’t drift to far away,
and tell me that you’ll please stay.
I don’t want it to end this way,
tell me that you’ll please stay.

I have searched far and wide,
looking for reasons I cant find,
to convince myself that you aren’t gone,
cry myself to sleep in the early dawn.

But I have had no luck,
I’ve been completely and utterly ******.
You said I ruined what could have been forever,
but I’m telling you now, I would never.

So if you go,
do it real slow,
I want to spend every second I can with you.
And as we cry,
don’t forget to say goodbye,
and smile, because we’ll see each other again.

Don’t leave me,
I’ll die without you.
I need you baby,
and you don’t have the slightest clue.

I’ve fallen off track,
and there’s no turning back.
I’ll never be the same,
and I’ll never forget your name.

So if you go,
do it real slow,
I want to spend every second I can with you.
And as we cry,
don’t forget to say goodbye,
and smile, because we’ll see each other again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio.- From Traveling Through Time
552 · Mar 2011
Who Am I? (Pt.1)
I wonder if it's that simple?
Sixteen. I've been here,
sixteen years.
Sixteen years alive, not always happy,
but happy to be alive.
Happy to have family.
A grandmother, a father, a mother, a brother.
All with different beliefs,
none quite like mine.
Gay is the way,
although I am not gay,
and as for the borders,
they should be closed.
My beliefs, they are me,
and I am who I want to be.
Living, laughing, and loving my life,
but still aware of the issues around me.
The world around me,
falling apart, it's going insane.
So I keep my composure,
and I write.
For papers like this,
with many words,
they express who I am,
they define me,
and convince me,
that I'm still sane.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
A poem I wrote for English class. I ended up writing another part. Enjoy.
549 · Aug 2011
Death Wants You
Buried underground,
tombstone sixty one.
Was it really worth it,
just to hold a gun.

Went into the army,
sent him off to war.
Thought he would return soon,
but we begged for more.

Another life was taken,
at the hands of war.
Another family mourning,
rocked down to the core.

But the world keeps fighting,
have we gone to far?
We chose to take peace, and replace it,
with a giant scar.

Young men, marching forward,
to an open grave.
Fighting for their country,
something they can't save.

Death is watching over them.
with his piercing eyes.
Waiting for them to die,
so he can takes their lives.

Another life was taken,
at the hands of war.
Another family mourning,
rocked down to the core.

But the world keeps fighting,
have we gone to far?
We chose to take peace, and replace it,
with a giant scar.

Death is on, the enemies side,
waiting for us to die.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
547 · Feb 2015
Sitting on my Balcony
I wait for the mail man,
each day I say hello,
as he puts the mail in my hand,
he just grunts and drives on.

I wave as people pass by,
sitting on my balcony,
but no one ever says hi,
they just go on their merry way.

I find it funny,
like a practical joke,
played on everyone.

It's kind of funny,
this life that we live,
it's not for everyone.

I mow my lawn,
every other weekend,
it's the same old song,
just a new day.

I watch the sun set,
sitting on my balcony,
I think of when we met,
boy, it was so long ago.

But I find it funny,
like a practical joke,
played on everyone.

It's kind of funny,
this life that we live,
it's not for everyone.

And it feels like I'm always alone,
and it feels like I'm left in the cold.
I feel like I've never been home,
maybe I haven't been so.

I watch the sun rise,
hanging from my balcony.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
547 · Mar 2014
Rising Up
Breaking like waves,
my thoughts flow into shore.
Over the bay,
a haze moving closer.

I dive in,
dive in deep.
Let the thoughts,
seep in my skin.

Rushing like rapids,
love flows through my veins.
Into my heart,
and around again.

So I ride,
ride the stream.
Let the mist,
spray me.

I feel alive, the rush,
I'm rising up,
it's all too real.
I feel alive,
I feel free.

I feel,
and that's all that I need.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
547 · Feb 2015
Grocery Store
I heard you moved,
out of town.
Somewhere far away,
and I'm still waiting here.

And to think I was foolish enough,
to believe every word you said.
Let you and your lies,
get inside my head.

Sometimes I go to the grocery store,
just to make conversation.
Usually no one talks back.

So I give them my money,
the little I have left,
and take my candy bar,
and walk away.

I can feel them staring,
at me as I walk away.
I can feel your heartbeat,
why didn't you stay?

Read a book on moving on,
and it made me regress.
So I threw it in the fire.

I wonder if you're thinking of me,
or if I'm the only one.
I hurt just beneath the surface,
my insides are melting.

I can't seem to find,
a way to forget.
My mind says let go,
but my heart says no.

So if you're looking for me,
I'm most likely at the grocery store,
talking to all the cashiers.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
546 · May 2015
Chasing Our Tails
When the walls come down,
there's that eerie sound,
can't you hear it far away,
pulsating through the airwaves.

Inside broken hearts,
there's a missing part,
no words can fill,
a void as empty as these.

It's a chilling scene,
to see a shattered dream,
lying on the floor,
naked and alone.

There's no mystery,
in the lies we believe,
but we hear them through,
and we let them grow.

And in the end,
we're back here again,
with the walls falling down,
and the missing part.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
545 · Sep 2012
Haiku #48
I can quit love, and
I can quit games, but man I
just can't quit *******.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
542 · Sep 2012
Haiku #50
The great white dove is
covered in the black sticky
residue of oil.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
541 · May 2019
Granite State Nostalgia
I’ve been coasting down Granite State back roads
Twisting and winding
Intertwining with my thoughts
There’s an awful lot of road ****
Carnage in the streets
Bloodied and beaten to death
Memories so keen yet smeared
I breathe in
Cigar smoke slithers down my throat
I cough up a dead squirrel
It reeks of nostalgia
I pick up the corpse and toss is out of the car
Into a fire dancing across the road and up into the trees
I breathe in once more
Crisp, cool
But it burns
Fall always comes on so strong
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
541 · Jun 2013
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
540 · Aug 2014
Projectile Star
You want to tell me you don't know,
where you want to go.

I'm telling you I won't go,
anywhere with that attitude.

The stars are easily attainable,
if you try to touch the sky.

I'll go anywhere you go,
as long as you reach higher.

You are who,
who you are!
You're gonna go far,
never forget that.

You can be,
be a star!
Just be who you are,
never forget that.

Never forget that.

You say I am crazy,
crazy as can be.

I say you are lazy,
reach for the stars with me.

You are who,
who you are!
You're gonna go far,
never forget that.

You can be,
be a star!
Just be who you are,
never forget that.

Never forget that.

And I don't want you to,
be like me.
I want you to grow,
live a better life than me.

Please don't let me down,
don't let me be correct.
Prove me wrong baby,
give it your all, give it your best.

I know you have potential,
life's about taking risks.

You don't need credentials,
to prove you know how to live.
Prove you know how to live.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
540 · Jun 2013
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
538 · Apr 2013
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
536 · Mar 2011
Years Wasted
You left that day without warning,
you were the reason I woke up every morning.
I opened my eyes, and to my surprise,
you weren’t by my side.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

The last four years were a waste,
and they cant be replaced.
You filled that empty void, now my heart is destroyed.
I hope you’ve enjoyed, what you have done to me.
What you have done to me!

You provided a light, and you lit up my life.
You kept me alive.
Even though all you did was deceive, you made me believe.
You lit up my life,
and kept me alive.
I need you back in my life.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio- From Traveling Through Time
536 · Aug 2017
Untitled at 3am
I want to write about life,
about sunflowers and oceans of grass.
Mountains towering over the skyscrapers,
nature towering over man.
The elixir of love and the joy of the sun.
I want to write about opening doors,
light at the end of the tunnel,
life outside,
outside this,
but I can't help but want to write about the pain,
the discord in the notes of my life,
the beer bottles across the room,
lined up in a row,
a long row.
It's 3am and I'm eating a bag of cheese puffs,
and I hate myself.
I look down at myself,
the lumpy shell that is my body.
Looks like jello stuffed in a plastic bag that's about to burst.
I know it can get better,
I know it can.
Unfolded clothes blanketing the floors,
pockets of trash and missed opportunities,
where am I?
How did I get here?
What went wrong?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
534 · Jan 2012
Untitled #3
Do you remember my name?
I know I've been far away.

Can you remember my name?
You still look the same.

You look the same as the day,
I went away.

I know I feel,
just the same,
as the day,
I went away.

Do you feel?
Do you feel the same?
Tell me,
do you remember my name?

Hello, how do you feel?
Tell me this isn't real.

You left me, for another man
where do I stand?

You look the same as the day,
I went away.

I know I feel,
just the same,
as the day,
I went away.

Do you feel?
Do you feel the same?
Tell me,
do you remember my name?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
530 · Aug 2012
Haiku #30
Covered bridge, painted
with graffiti and carved with
many initials.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
527 · Oct 2016
Stone and Granite Garden
Every time I return to your new home,
it's a chilling affair,
as I roll in on four wheels and a prayer,
my hair stands on end,
and dances in the wind.

Stone cold silence greats me each time,
when I emerge from my car,
and sift my way through the yard,
tromping above the dead,
shoes filled with lead.

It's a stone and granite garden,
marble here and there,
a stiffness in the air,
that hangs right around your feet,
holding you in place like concrete.

I kneel before the dirt and rocks,
and press my hands in deep,
in an attempt to try and feel,
your touch reaching back,
through 6 feet of disconnect.

And I swear I feel your warm touch,
and hear a bad joke whispering in the wind.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
525 · Sep 2017
Soaking
People don't understand what it means,
how it feels.
When you're laying in the rain,
they just don't understand.
Letting your face soak in the muddy grass,
they don't know how it feels.
Wanting to sink in,
be swallowed whole,
suffocate.
Your body is waiting but your mind is already there.
And when you finally sink,
you're back on the surface,
like Sisyphus,
pushing a big ****** boulder of regret and pain.

You're soakin' in the sun,
I'm sinking in the mud,
you've got Coppertone,
I've got blood.

That warm copper taste,
on the tip of your tongue,
man, it's electrifying.
Holding your breath,
hoping your head pops off.
Yeah, you're losing it,
we're losing it.
Or were we already lost?
I thought you knew me,
I thought I knew you.
You thought we were all the same,
but the sun doesn't touch us all.

You're soakin' in the sun,
I'm sinking in the mud,
you've got Coppertone,
I've got blood.

You're soakin' up the sun,
I'm sinking in the mud,
I'm sinking in the drunk,
I'm sinking in my blood.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
522 · Oct 2012
Haiku #53
There's no "I" in peace.
It requires all of us
to be possible.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
522 · May 2015
Live to Remember
Life is a joke so remember to laugh,
death's a punch line that no one can out last.
Remember to laugh at the little things,
and even the things that sting.

We come and we go like a common cold,
I can still remember when I wanted to grow old.
Now I'm almost there and I'll say,
I miss the good ol' days.

We cherish the memories that won't go away,
so I'm telling you now, cherish every day.
It's the simple things that we miss,
like the first snowfall and a kiss.

Spend time with your families, spend time with your friends,
because before you know it, your time will end.
Don't look at death as the end of you life,
but the perfect time to reminisce old times.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
521 · Oct 2012
Haiku #51
Sitting in a small
McDonald's ball pit, shooting
up some heroine.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
521 · Nov 2013
Stolen
I sit in front of you,
quiet, thoughts removed.
I have no answers, no words,
I just stare at your tomb.

Your soul snatched from my hands,
I feel as I'm a fool.
I am only mortal, man,
there was nothing I could do.

When you took your final breath,
was there really nothing left?
Before you took to the other side,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

I feel you in the sunlight,
I hear you in the dead of night.
I smell your cigarettes,
but one thing,
I can never do,
is see you again.

Please come back!
Please come back!

Give him back to us!
Give him back!
I just want to see my friend again!
That is all I ask!

Please come back...
Please come back...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
519 · Nov 2015
No More Noise
It's empty in this kitchen,
no Law and Order reruns in the background,
walker's missing from the living room,
phone been ringing for hours now.

Kitchen table's not so cluttered,
no newspapers waiting near the door,
nothing moves inside here anymore,
not even the dog on the floor.

And I'm waiting for a sound,
and I'm waiting for a call,
and I'm waiting for a voice,
calling me down from below.

And I'm waiting for a bus,
and I'm waiting for a friend,
that I know isn't coming,
to the home where she once lived.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
518 · Oct 2017
187.94 Miles
Bells toll at noon
on a rainy Monday,
dread seeps through my pores,
into my bones.

I weep for
the creaking porch and chairs,
the gentle rock back and forth,
the crisp air.

At last I found my place,
but it is not here.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
518 · Dec 2012
Untitled #8
I'm not claiming that I'm a genius,
but society is pretty dumb.
We pretty much are just like monkeys,
and we both have opposable thumbs.

I never wanna see,
I never wanna see,
I never wanna see your face again.

I'm not saying I hate you,
but I hate your ******* guts.
You're absolutely crazy,
and you drive me ******* nuts.

I never wanna see,
I never wanna see,
I never wanna see your face again.

I'm not claiming we're violent,
but we do love our guns.
It's easy to go to war,
when society's completely numb.

I never wanna see,
I never wanna see,
I never wanna see your face again.

I'm not saying I'm sane,
but society seems really dumb.
They may be real irresponsible,
but they look like they're having fun.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
517 · Jun 2015
Burnt Out
I gave you a picture frame,
dripping with the saturation of a million lies.
We pinned memories,
to each and every star in the night sky.

Tears stain concrete black,
among shards of the glass slipper.
Each piece, a laceration,
to the heart, it's a trigger.

Eviscerated of love,
the stars seem to fade,
into obscurity,
they remain.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
516 · Apr 2013
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
515 · Mar 2016
Scribe in a Coffin
Iron aftertaste on the back of my tongue,
all around my gums,
like a mouth full of blood.

Gritty concrete beneath my bare feet,
swollen joints and uncontrollable tremors,
as I sit on my stone, this is no home,
just a spacious coffin.

Upside down piggy bank,
cork on the floor,
he dreams of being rich,
but instead wears a delightful frown.

And the space heater's crooked,
and it's turned on high,
collecting more dollars than the piggy can hold,
and it's still cold.

It is here where I sit,
on the coldest of nights,
where my mattress dips,
where I clench my fists,
where I fight off fits,
where I scribe my insides.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
514 · Jun 2015
To Kill
We love to **** what we can't have,
every touch, every taste,
is just something we can take.

We love to take what we don't need,
all the love in the world,
is never enough for me.

If a gaping hole were to appear,
in the middle of our atmosphere,
and take me far away from here,
I'd leave in a heartbeat.

But I'm stuck down here on Earth,
stuck here questioning my worth,
while someone tells me I'm the worst,
they call this living.

But I would **** just to make you feel,
I don't care that you're happier than me.
I would take all the love you have,
just so you could feel the way I feel.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
508 · May 2014
Crawling
I'm waiting for you to come.

                 There's an open sore on my heart.

                                                         ­          It's bleeding profusely.

                                                 It's beating quite uselessly.

                                I feel my skull cracking.

                                                      ­             My head's split in half.

       My spine is bent backwards.

                                                There­ is no love afterwards.

                                                    ­                                                                 ­                         I fall silently into the night.

                                                         ­               I call quietly to hold you tight.

                                                         ­  I try mightily to do you right.

But still I find myself crawling.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
506 · Aug 2015
Black Bay
Reaching out,
she grabs my ankles.
Pleading for a friend,
she slips away into the dark.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
504 · Apr 2014
Through Tinariwen
Walking through sand,
blustering winds.
Whipping my face,
I trek through tinariwen.

Seeking peace, a new life,
Tassili n'Ajjer stands in my way.
There is not much time,
sun sets on this day.

I climb,
I walk,
I sit,
I kneel,
I feel,
the sand beneath my bare feet.

My tagelmust, takatkat and akarbey,
are all I really own.
That and the camel that follows.

I feel a colder air whipping with the sand,
so I set up for the night.
I pray with all my might.

May Set calm the storms,
and Isis deliver me home,
to my new home,
my new home.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
503 · Jan 2013
Make My Night
Slyly,
swiftly,
silently,
secretly,
sweating with a breeze.

In, out,
get out,
hurry up,
don't make a sound,
and come back soon please.

Night,
after night,
after night,
after night,
and we know this isn't right.

But do we care,
no one cares,
pull my hair,
please do share,
you do this so right.

Keep going baby,
make my night.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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