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I promise you as we stand on the ledge
you will never enter heaven
I do not regret who I am
I only regret that I married you

I open my arms and hug the wind
the memories begin
I was there when she was born
you took everything from me

I say out loud as we fall
I wish I never met you
The teacher, the mother, the preacher
Deceptive, hypocrites, liars

The truth brings dignity
you have no integrity
My hatred for you grows
as we fall into oblivion
Β© JDMaraccini 2013
I've got a broken heart
that will never be the same I promise you.
Every night I see you in my dreams.
A piece of me is gone
it fell down to oblivion.
I don'tΒ know if I'll make itΒ alone,
alone.

http://bit.ly/netherskykarlasong
JDMaraccini
2014

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A piece of a song I did for Karla Brada, a childhood friend who was murdered in 2011.

(Listen to this song here)
http://bit.ly/netherskykarlasong

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Dark clouds crackle and shutter,
a celestial throne splits the sky.
Man cowers from the churning vortex,
a monstrosity covered in a million eyes.
Wheels spinning around a golden altar,
crushing bone, crumbling stone.
A symbol of justice begets a reckoning,
eagle, ox, lion, man
prostrate before the ethereal King.
JDMaraccini
2020
There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial.
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two.
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill.
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating
you plunge into the void then pull me through.
Fret not for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew.
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume.
JDMaraccini
2020
tonight i slept with
my windows wide open.
now, i am part of this world.
i feel it, it doesn't feel me.

400 000 people in this city
have their own warm
incandescent light.
my friend was crying
on the floor of her house;
all dark.
one lady was listening loud
to the song that defined
her life.
but all i heard that night
were the sounds of peace,
coming from the shaky leaves,
the sleepy urban dogs
and the fast red motorcycles.
hmmm i don t know what to say about this lines i have written. honestly, is anything i do right?
she lost herself
at the end of
february
when the world
stopped being
as cold as her.

all the harmless tricks
and the ice on the ground
were melted
by the brighter sun.
thinking about who i was like some months ago is so scary🌿
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