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 Feb 2020
Marco
I don't know myself anymore
I am so sleep-deprived
I don't remember what a dream is
I think I live in one

I am so alone
yet you keep me company
I am so sleep-deprived
you think and decide for me

I am not in control
we have ten fights a night
I went straight for your ear
there is no light, no light anymore

I am so sleep-deprived
everything's a copy of a copy of a copy
this is my life - your life?
I am so alone
yet you keep me company

I hit you as hard as I could.
This is about "Fight Club", both the novel as well as its movie adaptation.
 Feb 2020
Marco
Living in your car
you had nothing but yourself
no one there to love you
no one but yourself

You hide behind
a curtain of glass
every night before you
get in the ring

You break your bones for fun
they want to see your nose bleed
cuts and bruises all over your back
is what keeps them entertained
They pay good money for your show
though they always bet on your rivals
it's not enough to make a living
but it's not too little to **** you either

Bleached your hair again
cover up the grey
your daughter won't recognize you
you haven't seen her in days

You wake up in your car
you wish you could die
you limp to the gym
because you have a show tonight

You hide behind
bottled-up feelings
right before you
get in the ring
to die again and again
every night
to stay alive
and keep them entertained.
This was written about "The Wrestler".
 Feb 2020
Marco
the sea as a reincarnation
reinvented by every soul that’s ever walked this earth
salt of the water tasting different to every mouth
waves roaring, breaking, whispering, blue, green, black
amidst them their lovers, their enemies
navy romantics and the art of drowning
a death at sea is like no death at all
the body just disappears, never to be found again
two lovers conquering the water,
the rebellious violent brutal cold salty water
they are but men, perfecting their craft
they are at swim, two boys.
I wrote this about Jamie O'Neill's book of the same name.
 Feb 2020
Marco
a tourist in your own youth-
Was it worth it?
she would be a woman by now
he had the potential to-

lie back and enjoy it
shooting through your veins
no love, no hope, no feelings
there’s nothing left inside you
cold, white as a sheet,
sweating,
cold-
heartless

erratic-
am i acting erratic? Who the **** are you
to tell me i’m erratic?
have you seen yourself?
blown pupils, speed-cracked face,
smiling mouth lined with E
the spots on your forearms tell me you don’t have your act together
but the lines around your eyes dance as if you were happy,
happy to rot away at the bottom of a bottomless pit,
happy to steal and score and steal and score and **** yourself slowly
have you eaten yet? Do you still eat? When’s the last time you slept?

i remember every day as if it were my last,
i remember us in the park, i remember us
in the streets, begging for change,
begging for anything
what did we have back then? Not even each other
first there’s an opportunity, then there is betrayal
who betrayed who first?
does it matter or are you just hurt because you didn’t get your fix out of fit
not soon enough-

am i heartless?
maybe so, but what does that make you?
have you ever cared about anyone but yourself-
have you ever cared about me?
me, me , me, like a film on loop in your head
no drugs can ever quiet it down

a tourist in my own youth, yeah, sure,
but she could have been a woman,
she could have had kids of her own,
she could have -
where were you when i left?
did you sit and cry to yourself because it wasn’t
about your for once? Or was it about you but this time
you didn’t want it?

are you as alone as i am?
I know you are.
the warmth in your veins has long been replaced by-
charlie took care of you

do you want to,
for the sake of old times, like,
do you want to-
let’s revive our hero one more time
let him infuse us with apathy
let him surge through our bodies
let us share-

my blood runs in your veins.
This is about T2 -Trainspotting, and it's Mark addressing Simon. The books and movies had a big impact on me.
 Feb 2020
Marco
my hands are *****
as is my mind
as is my record
my hands are covered in earth

he tripped
not once, not twice
promised the wrong
he slipped
fell
stayed down

they made sure he'd stay down
taken from his son
his life, his place
his right
to watch the forsythias bloom
when they spring with yellow and hope

your boy is coming for you
coming to get you out
take you home
tuck you in
throw away your bottles
as they scream for you from the south

They grant him one wish
facing his fate in a cell
and he wants to see the forsythias bloom
and one blossom
blinks her eyes
with freedom
 Feb 2020
Marco
I can hear them screaming
outside
snakes surrounding the trailer
rattling in the night
rattling my mind

calling for me
waiting
I can't figure it out
I need to figure it out

too many problems to solve
none of them are mine
my father's legacy
turn blood into wine
there's blood on my mind

they're calling for me
waiting
I can't figure them out

snakes surrounding the trailer
fighting for my heart
tearing at my shoulders
always on guard
they're always on guard and

they're calling for me
waiting
I know they're waiting
who hit me last night?

they won't be waiting forever
 Feb 2020
Marco
We don't talk anymore
you wished I was honest
I sit by the door
every night
with a baseball bat

It took us
a shock and a ******* bullet
between your ribs
for me to care again, for you to forgive

Where did we go wrong anyway?
for us to drift
so far
the grand canyon between
my heart
and your wound
between flesh and
blood

This is not who we are -
we used to be
Sunday morning OJ
pancakes for dinner
football on Tuesdays
type of love
I need you back
don't die on me
don't-
 Feb 2020
Marco
snakes surrounding my trailer
kick down the door
break all windows
knock me to the floor
I know what they're here for

they want me
I know that they want me
they don't even hide it
black eyes, black hair, black stare
he doesn't even hide it

a punch to the guts
a cut on my cheek
kisses me with a fist
my eye as black as his
he knew he wouldn't miss

and they want me
I can feel they want me
he doesn't even hide it

whisper into the night
hissing like vipers
biting like vipers
poisoning my wine
running out my nose
poisoning my mind

they got me
they know that they got me
I don't even hide it
black eye, black hair, blank stare
he takes my hand
and leads me out.
 Feb 2020
Marco
I remember us stealing our daddy's car
we drove at night, your dress black as tar
went to the beach and you screamed freedom
like a dog howling at the midnight moon

The street burned hot in the midday's sun
and in the church down the road the sermon's begun
remember how they wouldn't let you in no more
because of the floral skirts you wore
and never got quite rid of the stench
of the *** that you smoked on our front porch bench

You never managed to hold down a job
never worked a day, cause you got lost
in words of beauty, your own poetry
even wrote a little something for good ol' daddy
Bruce Springsteen-inspired text about the movie "The Beach ***".

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