Giuliana

Giuliana Oct 2013

You.

You stand there.
Beautiful like a Greek sculpture,
Nothing can touch you.
Still, I hear you
Screaming
inside of your head.
Lost inside your pain.

I wish I could mend your soul.

Giuliana Oct 2013

M.

Arms.
Comforting, hearty, safe arms.
Cuddling, supporting, warming me up.
She felt like home.

Giuliana Oct 2013

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It's flowing out,
the pleasure she's giving to me.
Red hating- eyes,
darkness comes as slow as the pain I'm feeling.

Giuliana Oct 2013

Modern Nausea

Television is going to eat your brain.
Society is going to devour your soul.
They want to corrupt your feelings
so you can purchase their product.

Giuliana Oct 2013

To M.

Wild and delicate.
A wallflower,
waiting for somebody
to stop and appreciate her smell.

Giuliana Oct 2013

Space and Time.

Similar souls are destined to meet.
Through space and time
they communicate.
Through images and melodies
they touch.
In one moment in time they will collide.

— The End —