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A lapsing time
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
A lapsing time
I went lost in thoughts ahead,
too many reasons to hide
only by a fist over my chest,
so lapsing into the divide
of an untamable passage
for I couldn't make up my mind.

Still on my way to stray
and drag myself through the morning,
with an ashy army of tones
lingered in there, softening my mind,
playing along I almost drove you away.

Unless my best bad idea,
the one I hatefully called for more,
long exposure and a trace bounced off:
the right this fever got to have...
so the rain and so the sake
that I've known being just for my own.
#love #poem #poetry #time #introspection #divide #lapse #strangelove #alapsingtime #ermetic
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Autumn's heredity
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Autumn's heredity
Even this latter
lingering emotionality
will vanish somehow,
masked behind an affable reflection,
but already collapsed
into a black hole.


Bigger and bigger.


Mastery of nothingness
in satisfying myself
as mute, stripped leaves
observing their art
of turning into glow of warmth.


Autumn’s heredity.


Fierce hyperbole is Melancholy,
remote and severe sixth sense,
obsidian monolith
in this too mild dimension.


Melodrama of light
is the vacuum of such empirism
saturated ad nauseum
by the ceaseless delay
of the most natural
and contemptuous ease.
... Yes, I'm an autumn child ...
#poem #feelings #poetry #fall #melancholy #autumn #introspection #sense #sixth #heredity
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Beat
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Beat
I wanted the dark the afterglow needed,
but that night caught me unawares,
with its black skin
letting go of distances,
showing a heart that knows
the words and the untold,
the sounds can’t be but felt
I could get and save a little beat…

Wit, flair, games played going all out,
talent lit up the eyes of time
because free to be,
fond of listening and give,
homesick and adventurous
bowing to beauty and loneliness,
but art that sweetness,
strength came out of fears.

The afterglow wanted me
to need the dark... and a star.
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #want #dark #black #writing #beat
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Beyond
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Beyond
Have you ever noticed?
silence gives time to emptiness 
to unfold it’s pristine space.
I won’t answer your call,
sing of love if your heart is screaming.

Have you ever noticed?
darkness gives shape to the light
that everyone has got inside.
I will hide from your glance,
set your eyes on fire if you see shadows.

Don’t mistake what’s not easy,
dig surface up from under, you’ll see,
you can get more than what you can give.
Please, always, go beyond…
My first lyrics that I ever matched to some chords I played with my guitar... Sort of a song that lately I edited into this more poetic version.
#love #poem #feelings #introvert #lyrics #song #introspection #notice #beyond #surface
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Breath
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Breath
There cannot be only one sky,
I would have the chance to breath
if you were under the same one
where I’m begging for air.
Even you could hear crying
the glowing petals of my senses,
when the infinite is filled up
in the gaze, gone up in flames.
You could be satiated
with filtered ardour
through oriental dyed fabrics.
I’ll spare you from stifling
walking across my incense labyrinths,
where the ironic violet rivulets
will quench the thirsty mystery.
Mystery doesn’t give itself
to whom is not enjoying it,
what are you waiting for?
Bring me back to joy!
#love #poem #poetry #breath #mystery #sensual #enjoy
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Compass
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Compass
You’re gonna let the sun
always go to his rite,
It’s a sacrifice,
but he will be overall victorious
reborning to new glory.

Stretched out and watery
the wide cut of your eyes
by a vulnerable agony
that will receive forgiveness
tickling the elegant lines
of your delightful face.

Now the way is charted
Barefoot I follow,
listening to the soft crackling
of a bizarre heart
that is just a projection
of the concrete.

Only a fleeting idea the trajectory
where my compass is pointing at,
within the chaos of dissociated memories,
my own north is still you, son of the sun,
the same sun that you’ll let go
cause you know he cannot forget you…
…you are his pride.
Something otherworldly, maybe foolish keeps me so attached to this work, but the person who inspired me he IS magic...
#poem #direction #feelings #poetry #sun #way #pride #sunset #teardrop #compass
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Cubism.
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Cubism.
Thunder… then lightning,
feverish caress of musky notes,
****** scent of loving irony
to curiously tempt each edge
of such a fractionated cubism.
Tiny desert rose, ready
to dilate all its farthest dusty ravines
just to feel its lymph racing out of bounds.
Hot water runs down on me,
raw and bitter into my mouth,
a taunting sadism
for better wince, essentially
in a universe that is not there.
Painted glow of cynic nocturnes,
diluted to loss,
watered down to dawn.
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #water #raw #bitter #introspection #thunder #cubism
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Denial
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Denial
Baptized to be a martyr
of sour lyricism, I am
immolated to the lavish denial.
Inconceivable,
waiting for mid- September,
hunting season is open,
here in the limbo of jade falls
I’m a prayer of not allowed harmonies.
No use in trying to exalt
every single bit of black twinkle.
Enviable,
devoted to light,
the glaze rainbow prays,
shocked by the fantasy
of so much epic adventures,
in which, repentant,
feeling terrifically safe.
The ME that hasn't changed basically...at all...
#love #feelings #prayer #adventure #fantasy #safe #introspection #denial #rainbow #lyricism
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Echoes
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Echoes
Errant, vast, my expanses
in the depths of hypnotisms
so ancient… still so spicy…
Reverberation of distant essences
is the adamantine wake
of dreaming satellites.
I collect rainbow sparks,
exalted
by craters of inlaid borders.
I would feel a silky tinkling
echoing in my throat,
but without a key,
the unknown does not reveal the intent
of me put down on this world...
#poem #poetry #introspection #depth #echoes #satellites #errant
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Elements
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Elements
Scarlet symphony of rough elements,
celestial concubine of the good omen
slowly sipped though by a vogue fate.
Roots of legendary sources
are plunged into the rusty soil
and perched on waves
of frequencies in meditation.
Clouds of gold foil are felted
in lacquered curls by the wind,
admiring the highest appearance
of the innermost and pure awareness.
I wrote this work the days I was drawing a sketch of my tattoo and these are some things the ink is about ( ...but you can't see it) inspiration: Buddhism philosophies, reason: hope for a new life through awareness, love and light.
#poem #feelings #poetry #spiritual #charm #awareness #fortune #roots #elements
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Hide and seek
Lucrezia M N Feb 2017
Hide and seek
A slightly crooked little smile
upon getting a sense
of the game it all feels to be,
it shouldn't make me tense
as long as I can see...

So I try to take on and play
and yet my shoulder hurt
on a daily basis overcome...
when you turn away into the unknown.

Hide and seek.
fun and free
erratic time given to each other,

Live and learn
get and let go
something to survive one another.

So I try and win a little more
over this weakness I have,
as lust over love does then...
when you return so intimately warm.

You flee and you chase
I take you by the hand
somewhere in between
I adore and I hate
you take me away in the end..

Maybe one of us is to win or lose
or maybe this way no one ever could ...
Lines as simple as a kids' game... where my refined and complex taste for poetry has gone? maybe cause lately I can't figure it out how feelings are contrasting myself... when things seems so wrong, but I can see the most little thing to feel right and holding on to it, I really don't know what to do... and how to come out with a worthy write... but I must wrote it, the only thing I could do to let go a little bit of my overflowing , intoxicating thoughts ...
#love #poem #life #hide #rhyme #free #play #game #write #seek
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Hopes of spring
Lucrezia M N May 2018
Hopes of spring
The rain makes me weak
like it weakens the ears of wheat
bent down by the gray  
surroundings are compelled to.
Bound to a strange delight
my bones get soaked in the strain
and It's blemished everything I put out
Poured out

Never take too seriously the hopes of spring
They will last till the desert dry summer.
Last year’s spring brought me an hope. Soon everything went wrong, no matter my efforts. That totally drained me... most part of my vital juice turned into dropping tears... and lots of rainy days didn’t help. This is the time around I’m better keep the lesson in mind. Here you are finally a new poem after almost an intire year of not being able to express myself through words, just this few lines back to last June. Time of many changes and you’ll hear about that soon
#love #life #introspection #spring #hope #lesson #poem #poetry #writing #feelings
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Inertia
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Inertia
Curious and uncomfortable
here is the tidiness, a lack of nostalgia,
a mutual waiting, spacing out,
reckoning a future past
that naturally would run its course.

All around still green and too gray
ruling a no man’s land
where to stand on toes,
holding my breath over the level
of time, when coming to a standstill
it always leaves his deepest mark.

Downsizing, justifying
what I have and what I have not.
Never I was left without my only gift
the carefulness of the loving sun,
that hint to refract inertia and will
for I live the light across.

If through one rainy night
It sounded like you changed it all.
#love #poem #poetry #change #nostalgia #small #inertia
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I would be...
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
I would be...
I would be a naive white lie
when all you need is dreaming,

and the secret words you mean
to say with silence. 

I would be the kind of things
you've never done before

and all the things you
would never have enough of. 



I would be the crossroad where  
you’ll always have a choice,

and your better half coming along
on all your adventures. 

I would be love running through
if you feel like dying inside,

and the guiding light if you get lost
in the darkest time. 



I would be kissing your hands
if you have to clench your fists,
and a drum to play your most
true inner self beating,

I would be white sheets of paper
to collect your thoughts,

and a blank canvas ready  
to embody your impulse.



I would be there if you're numb
to take you dancing in the rain,

and the weird and magic energy  
before a summer storm.

I would be a mirror for the sunset
if it's behind your back,

and the hot dry wind of a sin
you won’t ever regret.



I would be a thrilling wave
you can’t wait to catch,

and the conquest of creative space
inside your noisy chaos. 

I would be the thirst for life
you suddenly instilled into me,

both challenge and careless fun
and all you’d care to believe in.


I would be possibly amazing
as your wistful colorful voice,
and 
the call of the ocean
with its most delightful breeze..


If just once I would be ever heard
would you care I give you u my all?

All is a nothing, thanks to you
happiness now I came to know.
when you get to know someone who inspires you so so much and you feel there's a special connection of spirits is something magic, your heart is so full of gratitude and unconditional never ending admiration.
#love #poem #poetry #happiness #inspiration #gratitude #admiration #would #iwouldbe
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Let go
Lucrezia M N Sep 2018
Let go
I cultivate the subsoil, the separation, the height,
the thoughts crossing the sky,
then I let them go.

The rhythm of new boundaries
It’s the beating of changes
I carry on ripening
and I give them a name, a sense,
as simple as it might be
is essential.
Any experience is a tile on the path of life which each time further seems to be safer, know, useful and understood. All makes sense in the end.
#let #go #life #love #grow #change #know #thoughts #introspection #poetry
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Lightened
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Lightened
It oddly feels like I'm so light
after millions and an hour
my mind couldn't rest.
Again I breathe at best
Like on top of a tower
I could sleep it off and tight.

It ain't chased me down at night,
the bitter sweetness of ours
Yet had come undressed.
Palpably nothing coalesced,
getting rid of what overpowers
takes a little longer, but I'm so light.
This time words chose to make it simple.
Trying something new and to loosen up my mind.
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#love #go #poem #feelings #poetry #end #night #light #come #experience
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Lion
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Lion
Pointless nostalgic,
my only talent is echoing
onto amniotic microcosms,
where singing is the abortion,
of any cerebral commotion.
No courage in my veins
to float on the vibes
of a carcass that remains of me.
licked clean with the searing cure
of a lion, by then confused
with the dense effect
of another space, burned to the ground.
These new sunsets cry raw drops of clay,
still hanging by the thread of these horizons,
while balance bet everything,
on the frustrated sound
of unspoken words.
Nine years back ...
#love #poem #cryptic #introspection #lion #sing #unspoken #nostalgic #pointless #burned
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Lobotomy
Lucrezia M N Jul 2016
Lobotomy
I can't fathom anymore
under and above the weather
all it's gone wild
spun out of control,
whatsoever a mess
can always get a chance from me.

Heavy heart pleased to soar
blemished and untethered
my lone wolf mind,
light and dark like charcoal,
falls for recklessness
And for a quantum of solace to be free.

If that's the case I need a lobotomy
for your eyes of carefulness
makes me brittle and evolve,
like strangers combined,
the same way, for better
or worse we meet in a bite of our core.
To the stranger I've found in me and the one I'm gonna meet in few days...
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #life #mind #strangers #introspection #meet #lobotomy
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Nonetheless
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Nonetheless
It feels like walking on
the wrong side of the street
to know what I don't want
and the one I want
could rather belong to me
but to the other side of the world.

Sometimes things are so clear,
It's so much easier if I'm out of touch
I won't lend , the evil it might seem,
by chance on my feet standing up.

Like a negative, reversed I see
a simple truth in backlit design
that you'll always mean to me,
nonetheless, that I'm alive.
Memories of meeting a black and half white special guy.
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #writing #introspection #verses #spilledink #ryhme #nonetheless
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No Summertime
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
No Summertime
None of the rays of sunshine
would deign this waxy skin,
just sand burned to ashes,
regurgitation from the slobbery hysteria
of the filthy sea.
None of these days of summertime
would violate my inner ancestral frost.
Red dragon of stone, this soul of mine
beneath the labyrinthine ghost,
of the wicked fate.
The stoic age wears the same livery,
in the smoke of my hyperuranium
no scream comes over this far
where the solid patience
is the only certainty
that dwells inside my self.
#feelings #scream #patience #sea #cold #introspection #fate #inside #summertime
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Notion
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Notion
Once thin skinned like orchid petals all
frustration was mistaken for tears.
Then resilience took over so to cry
only having the feeling of no amend.

So far bones resounded metal cold,
lack of nearness is not about fears
but to save weeping for better times,
trying to roll over any sign of dead-end.

Whether eyes or not drops come from
They're salty stories and may reveal
promises made to oneself but unkept in life
like the notion tears fall not at our command.
A breaf personal story of tears and considerations upon them
#poem #feelings #poetry #life #tears #cry #introspection #write #notion
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Onward
Lucrezia M N Jul 2016
Onward
Something bigger than I am,
those shoulders over mine
and faster than I can be,
cannibalizing time,
it's not sad,
I'm not sad...

Someway it's worth one's while
seizing bubbles from reverie
and in between no crime,
starving now and then
I'm not dying,
it's not dying

What comes by nature grows,
poignant embrace to abide by.
To sharpen up a stem to a lilac rose
leaves bewildered but crucially alive
it's just my thought...
I'm just in a thought

But first I am
real and here
on my own to venture onward.
What goes around, comes around... This time it's Love in all its mutual, strange, controversial, harsh, stupid, free and countless ways... And I'm gratefully blessed, as quick as it's been though, that it came around, for it never leaves without letting you grasp somethings unconditionally good.
#love #poem #life #spiritual #awakening #onward #venture #intospection
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Points
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Points
Constellations spoke no words at all
when they could right interfere,
some missing points to draw a line
maybe the ones I've never had.

When the day comes it's already gone,
back and forth, in the end stuck here
for reality is my thorn and my spine,
then I can't separate good from bad.

The measure of time won't be long
so it's been what until now I steered,
there isn't more than meets the eye
I'll never know myself what's inside my head.
Truth to be told to myself
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#poem #feelings #poetry #life #time #miss #introspection #stuck #points
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Pretend
Lucrezia M N Dec 2016
Pretend
There are fears
I can't stand for
when there are reasons
to get out from under them

We cast stones
and hide the hand
for there are chances
To find we're doing too well

Lying to ourselves
wanting it all here and now
complaining about frustration
but so afraid of existencially change

Scared of the truth
we don't want to know,
carrying our heavy brains along
that feel so full and despoiled the same

So high and dry
once roots pull us deeper
we're too fooled and stuck
But eyes start whining shouting out loud

We pretend to care
of our mistreated spirit
but it's left alone fixing us
spilling visions of good things

bigger and closer than they really were
somehow kept in mind by heart
because being made of love
we're meant to see and feel
and be who we really are.
We do things in life that make us who we are, that's why we change, but please keep in touch with your true self which grows up with you, getting older and wiser as you do. Be true, search for the truth, give truth, don't act like you think others want you to be, don't do things they want you to do just to be accepted... don't make anybody fool... it's not good for them and for you first of all.
I was so craving for writing a new piece that maybe it is not really good... But inspiration and intentions are authentic.
#love #poem #truth #life #change #writing #introspection #grow #pretend
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Scattered
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Scattered
Truths seem to come
along, lies find out
reasons to creep over.
The same way.
Did and done,
keep it all and leave it
with no explanation.

Take the whole not loosen up,
by distraction fall in line
until closely all is scattered.
Moments aren't things
but things like them plain fully
are what hands have got
to pave the void of rhymes.

Dry skies against the wall
my shoulders too,
must run a mile
and keep the distance
from where I'm just too far gone.
And after 15 moths or so I've come back to write, just put this down... At around 4:00 am...
#poem #feelings #poetry #truth #do #say #distance #introspection #write #scattered
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Scratches
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Scratches
I knew I’d had met him again one day.
it occurred …
when the sense of pain was just gone.
I’ve absorbed it all back at once
just once, by chance, he saw my eyes.

Sly strategist of mine.
we built hybrid addiction
ought to be banished
but for them all, you pounded loud.

Ancient visionary,  

You go back and
dig my utter emptiness,
sweating not a drop of infinite.

You seek out what’s never been lost,
what’s baffled and vain,
rot and forceful either way.

Blue worship my reveries
thin like blades and air,
worn out like time, space
and everything in between.

Some shy away from shade,

beams are scratches of light to me.
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #introspection #scratches #backthen #theloveiwillneverknow
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Seasons (Rewriting Rampant Lion's original poem)
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Seasons (Rewriting Rampant Lion's original poem)
Seasons change
forging the mass of
us waters unknown.

Untethered as
this warm swirl of summer
that ripped your lights
and smiles off of mine,
as your hair the same
left me there fallen from grace.

Slowly sank as
This brisk wrench of fall
that pulled my heart
and my primary colors apart,
as did the wind moving around
my spirit with the grounded leaves.

Flooded as
this chilly twist of winter
that walked me to the snow
and my memories holds on,
as I'll be able to keep that in mind
cold will go where you've gone first.

Now spring is
the seasonal strain of dreams
new beginnings and hopes,
promises and new things come...
Because seasons change
and they come back again,
but all the warm lit smiles
are stuck In the cold wind of mind
for ever after I'm missing our spirit of summertime.
Rampant Lion surprised me a lot asking to rewrite his poem "Seasons", first cause it was a wistful and so beautiful write itself, second, I think it has never come to my mind to do such a thing, loving a poem especially I just admire and contemplate it... kind of like a lesson or a piece of art.
I took that dare because I love trying new things, it's been challenging for it was important to me to respect and not violate the aura, meaning, intention, vibes, feelings behind the poem... But at the same time I couldn't keep myself from giving my personal touch, that's usually pretty cryptic, intricate and maybe a tad dramatic :)
I tried to do my best and hope I nailed not to disappoint the author... So thanks Timothy for the moving poem and for this chance! ^_^
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Credit: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1644543/seasons/

Original poem:
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SEASONS

Seasons change
People change
The summer came and you walked out of my life
I miss the sunlight in your hair
The warmth of your smile
Fall came and the leaves began to turn brown and fall to the ground
Just like my heart and my spirit slowly falling sinking being moved around by a brisk wind
Winter came
Memories flooded my mind
Holding you in winters chill
Walks in the snow
But your gone and its so cold
Spring is here
Everything is new
A promise a hope a dream
A new beginning
There is just one problem
My mind is stuck in the summer
I Still miss the sunlight in your hair
The warmth of your smile
My spirit is in the wind
It is so,so cold.
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#love #poem #feelings #poetry #fall #summer #winter #miss #seasons #memory
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Silence
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Silence
Silence, this is what I possess.
Perfect praise of my pending ego,
star set in motion
by pathetic blasts.
Neglected spirit,
untouched by the tepid
and deafening material.
Thin sound variation
feeling dizzy in its distorted mirage.
It’s an indigo chronic lament
the ravenous anarchy
of my existence,
utterly cohesive so far
to the paroxysm of silence.
#poem #poetry #silence #writing #introspection #verses #spilledink
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Smile
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Smile
Tell me what makes you smile
in a moment or more of apathy,
you know how long
I’ve been wondering about
divine sin of mine.

Unforgivable sorrows
dug the face of fate,
outside our bent shadows
how could we go about life?
It’s only ground stardust
the helpless time far from you
In full dissolution.

I systematically built my web
with my own hands.
Emanating all your eclectic
and sonorous vigor,
you lively shine
like the diamond on your chest.

I put in chains yearnings
trying to content them with dewdrops,
while I figure it out
how much gaunt my poor spirit is,
because it’s only you
who can make me
truly smile…
This writing is something like ...15 years old, a couple years ago translated into English. That's it.
#love #poem #poetry #smile #verses
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Songs
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Songs
I only know the songs I love the most,
they can tell what life can be like,
not me, not making a living by living it.

I'll never write lines as good as those,
not saying better what's on my mind
or singing like it's worth it a listening.

Seldom other needs can juxtapose,
by any means I can't say much sometime,
but music finds me telling everything

for me, to me, for their soulful notes
whatsoever chord they could strike
the right ones in time will be moving me
magically...
Music is the most magical and wonderful thing to me ... as much as Poetry when it comes to lyrics, but with the little plus of sounds...
I think my strongest knowledge is about the songs I love... They're my certainties that nobody can take away from me... they are the only ones I know, actually...
#poem #feelings #poetry #life #music #soul #know #meaning #songs
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Stronger
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Stronger
I can hang In there
when the damage is done,
it just makes me stronger
but if I were enough
properly strong
I wouldn't have to hold on.

I let myself losing most of my time
Now it feels like it wasn't mine.
I'd better move and repent                
Than regret I forgot to dream,
I know though exactly what it means.

Proud not of me
But of any one else,
To think I am worthy
I would only pretend,
But they say don't give in
Never too late to believe.

If it's all behind my back
Where do I go from here?
I've gotta be strong
walk tall all along.
Just another lyrics  for what is an attempt to be song...
#dream #poem #poetry #regret #lyrics #song #introspection #damage #move #repent
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Stumbling
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Stumbling
This world I walk in, stumbling,
as ordinary as anybody's can be
I have to struggle getting it that way.
I wait light years for something
like that something awaits for me,
I should wanna be there come what may.
Maybe I'll finally feel like I belong
cause so far I've never really missed home.

I've always said
I wanted to escape
from this little town,
Somehow,
starting it all over again
as if I've learnt from my mistakes

Had I?
Am I able now to write a new life?
When will I be ready to sing a song of mine?

Many faces I pass by, sometimes
I wonder what if they knew me?
I'd be wary and keep my strange.
I see too much into every eye
like a life lived before, through it,
time to turn it all around and change.
No city is too big, so isn't your heart,
when you've got nothing, you can only go far.
So, this is supposed to be a song actually
#poem #poetry #song #introspection #verses #spilledink #stumbling
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Suggestions
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Suggestions
Lively silvery torments,
mere golden tingles,
hours never gone off.
I keep watching over you,
poetic genius,
****** genuine,
learned rebel,
sensitive archetype.
Could I forget your voice
and the thousands fascinations of yours?
Utopia, my pirate….
It’s only my foolish desire
a dense kaleidoscope
of languid coincidences,
all vain,… but certainly
mystic consolations.
I wrote this one 'in ode' to a great artist, in 2009 , but it could fit to all my favorite artists truly inspiring me along the way ...
#love #inspiration #genius #utopia #rebel #mystic #suggestion #fascitation #condolation #senditive
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Tale
Lucrezia M N Dec 2016
Tale
Little things started to rile
by all odds,
not quite like the ache
head leant against your back.

Under cover a long dull hum
I thought of ghosts,
but I faced down the quake
until your aura had been caved in.

Like a god in disguise from on high
withdrawn with no words
but with human inability to break
and get the best from doing wrong.

Little tale or true story
him and her trying each other out
but got back to the ways of their own.
"The pagan and the profane on an isle."
I only told about the way the story ended up...with no happy ending... but I've learned so much, first of all to recognize more clearly what are the things I must feel guilty for and what I can light-hearted say it's someone else's fault... the last line could be the title of this tale.
Ps. this is kind of strange write to me actually... not totally happy with that , I know it's a little too personal... but the time to finish it and letting it go has come...
#love #poem #life #relationship #story #tale #breakup #experience #write #letgo
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Teardrops
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Teardrops
Trying to understand this suffering sky,
I wonder why you paint it dark
breaking stares by ravishing storms
and blues at times, cause so do I.
Your true spark there it belongs
wonderful abyss that can’t ever be denied...

Empathy, chemical reaction to my thoughts,
rebel emotions on skin we wrote like
through your fingers drops of soul,
pure water, infinite source of light
love, you and so I did grow fond of.

Rain falls only on this face of mine
reflecting all smiles I make wildly
catching your words like souls in flight,
hearing sounds of precious stones and intensity,
sunbeams transfix my eyes
widening the esteem of immensity...

The sunset with it’s rumble,
whispers of a starry sky,  
warm wind,a striking rainbow,
fluffy clouds to admire,
it’s time…

Go…
I know, this one is so imperfect... but I didn't want to change the way and so the reason I wrote it about 3 years ago...
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #sad #rain #soul #light #deep #teardrops
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Temper
Lucrezia M N Jun 2016
Temper
How is it? That leaves
over another night
are not to last,
but to survive the frost,
and the traffic lights flood,
of slow and fast temper,
Is the closest to fuel
the red-blooded marrow breathes.
To be continued... or better, the other things I have to say, that at first I wanted to put in one write, need a little longer incubation...
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #short #life #passion #change #temper #intricate
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Thankful note to my followers (and all HP poets)
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Thankful note to my followers (and all HP poets)
50 followers today! Thank you all for spending some of your time reading my writes, for liking, sharing them and leaving comments! so important to me... This is a wonderful community of talented and inspiring souls, of precious and kind words, of humble and humbling poets... Keep it up sharing and loving Poetry! So glad I've found you :-)
With love
Lucrezia MN
I love Hello Poetry!!!
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#love #poetry #poets #hellopoetry #thankful #thankyou #note #glad #community
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Too Simple
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Too Simple
I'm too simple, as a stone,
***** and accidentally cast
like anything from my hands,
So easily dropping and lone.

So detached, millions miles away
where I collected shifting dreams
I don't expect you to understand.
Lows to forgive and highs to save,
Either I belong among mood swings.

Only turning the tide it could shut the door
so why this shiver down my spine?
I'm used to overthink, what's that for?
Bad habits ain't go rubbing my eyes,
like a cruel crack in my lips, though,
It hurt almost any time I got to smile.

Truth is I can't stand my days,
fool geometry of no tomorrow,
unsteady, lying under the waves
and no more than low or narrow
my body hadn't but should find that place.

As hollow as a hurricane
that must pass through but be mindful,
when feelings rise up their head
before winter wind they turn into blue,
like a runaway horse put at bay
as for now just biting dust and dew.

Stop me or ride on, just take my hand...
Slow burn, simply starting from the end.
#poem #poetry #writing #introspection #verses #ryhme #toosimple
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Urge
Lucrezia M N May 2017
Urge
Rising urge
of looking outside.
The window
almost wants me to draw near
and the full morning light
comes right in.
No good reasons for,
that knocks me inside
like my own thoughts,
fluttering and spinning around
In search of ease
and breakthroughs.

So much room
for the spring to leak on me
seeping in, through
the sheer white curtains
I would pull back,
cause where I can see you
any clear vision is so rare.
Not just in my head
new lifetimes call
for the great unknown
to get me outside.
Rising urge...
ever since you.
Funny how a familiar face can be so far for decades and once is back, nothing changed how affective can be to you... to me, it just made me feel alive in new ways that are walking me into tomorrow... likely without that familiar face again... or not the way I loved to... but ok...
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Vividly
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Vividly
Veins full of drought
early cages for my demons,
huming currents blow
through these blackend wrinkles,
cracks of atrophic mud.
A force from above
keeps pushing me your way,
but I’m vividly hiting the ground
like a feather fallen from your wings,
or a chord that can never touch you,
like an ice cube left sober into your last glass,
or a dream you won’t recall,
as your eyes unfold
to ennoble and delight the day…
life, again, never puts me at ease
only teases me about what I’m not…
I’m a contradiction of lines
persistently dying inside,
bleeding out to death
but just for the Joy
that now I know.
I've know a big happiness, at some point, that still is an amazing part of my life... But it was totally contrasting everything happened before... So this poem is my strong, dark way to tell about that...
#love #poem #poetry #life #death #demons #new #joy #introspection #vividly
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Welcomed
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Welcomed
I could read no other sign
unthinking more than fortune,
hourglass never full nor empty,
Gravity turned upside-down
and unbalanced me like poured sand
through the way I feel my self **** small

In awe, helplessly, I said so little…
so halfway down the road, still loose ends
never gone with the rest, cut open
as the insights and the tangible aligned.
Now on my bed of syncopes I sit and recall
drops of gold got me changed like spring,
spilled ink, a long slow sip, a great fall
That just had me when
I welcomed you
#love #poem #feelings #poetry #fall #spring #welcomed
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Yet to come
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
Yet to come
Spending hours up to find
what the night is trying to tell me,
reading lips as hard as fall asleep,
I wouldn't let slip away
words and sounds
now they've got
something to say.

The times it's all blue
the times anything goes
so imperfect
so anew,
but I wanna feel good
I wanna feel good now.

The only places my soul can stand
here alone and wherever you are.
Gritting my teeth, holding back,
biting my tongue, hiding my eyes.
But hard is the way
That makes it great,
Yet it's to come my time.
This is another lyrics for a song
#poem #poetry #lyrics #song #introspection #verses #yettocome
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