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1.4k · Jul 2015
curse
Ronnie Trubiani Jul 2015
Just one cut,
During the night,
Crimson red that feels so right.

Drops that last all through the night,
Your only friend,
A shiny knife.

The ones you love,
Only judge,
so no one knows,
The horrible curse.

You start out young,
Then move on,  
The marks are deep,
The scars are long.

The ones that stop you,
Care the most,
The ones that don't,
Just let you go...

You try to stop,
But thoughts come back,
You mark again,
It's not your last.

You are the smart,
You hide the marks,
Beneath layers of cloth,
In hidden spots.

The very next day,
the thoughts come back,
It starts all again,
the marks are back,
that forever last

Only some,
Who truly know,
The life of having a horrible curse....
When I start thinking about a subject too much I write poetry about it. This is an unedited poem I wrote a little while ago.  I know some people who are going through it and some people who aren't here anymore because of it. So I wrote a poem because it's on my mind
969 · Sep 2015
more scars
Ronnie Trubiani Sep 2015
You tried to stop,
But it didn't work.
You tried to be happy,
But you only got hurt...

Another night,
Another curse,
Some time to cry,
It just makes things worse.

Another mark,
Another scar
Your skin cry's more,
You've had this feeling before.

You already know,
You are unwanted,
You are worthless,
And you are unloved..

The best feeling you have,
Is the blade that you hold.

In your bedroom,
You shut the door,
Only to break down again,
Crying all night,
No one knows what you do...

The next day,
You hope for the better,
It starts again,
Another story,
Another scar.....
......I'm not ok......
632 · Jul 2015
Untitled
Ronnie Trubiani Jul 2015
It's easy to forgive,
one little lie,  
But when it breaks your heart,
Multiple times,
It makes you feel,
Like you just want to die.

Your chest gets tight,
You cannot brethe,  
You try to speak,  
But the words won't leave.

Your heart now aches,
For the ones you love,  
But you know now,
That they are all gone.

Your trust is gone,  
Forever again,
Deaths strong grip,
Is not a merciful plan.

You lost so much,  
So many family and friends,
All in heaven with god,
Your life gets harder again.

You want to talk,
to the people you love,
But your family and friends,
Too quickly judge.

I just keep it to myself,
Cry alone in the dark,
There's no getting back,
All that I lost.....
Just wrote this a little while ago I posted it but accidently deleted it. It's not edited comment what you think. If you didn't catch it the hole poem is about me
539 · Nov 2014
the prince
Ronnie Trubiani Nov 2014
As darkness falls,
a princess calls,
for her price to light the way.

The princess is scared as light becomes scarce,
but when the prince comes,
there will be light,
so the price will light the way.

She wonders who the great Prince is, but it is soon revealed that I am her price.

She doesn't believe me.
so I pull out a touch and drive the darkness away.

So now she knows that I am her prince,
now I walk with her every day,
my torch by my side,
To keep the darkness away.

She was never,
and will never,
Be scared ever again.
I wrote this about 2 years ago for a girl that is still very special to me
509 · Oct 2015
Angel
Ronnie Trubiani Oct 2015
I am an angel,
So soft yet stong,
Ready to meet my Savior,
For so very long.  

I am an angel,
Ready to go home,  
Wanting to get off this world,
Away from the pain that still grows.

I am an angel so kind and sweet,
When I meet my Savior,
Right at his feet,
I will bow on my knees.

I am an angel,
So very true,
The marks I bare,
Tells my pain all too well.

All angels mark,
Because they want to go home,
Away from the earth,
Away from pain,  and hurt.

There are many angels,
Alot on the earth,
With the same marks,
The same pain, the same hurt.

We all are ready,
To go back to home,
So we get rid of the pain,
Heartbreak, and sorrow.

When you see a marked wrist,
Or hear the word,
Don't laugh at us,
Don't mock or curse.

We have enough pain,
As you can already tell,
Just let us be,
Let us be free..
Wrote this just now.
457 · Nov 2014
life
Ronnie Trubiani Nov 2014
I am really getting tired,
of this thing called life,
Everything always happens to me,
Most things I do not like.

First I lose my grandma,
Then my uncle, and two friends,
All in the last three months
All four with god and friends.

I'm really getting tired,
Of this thing call life,
Only filled with pain and sorrow,
And a lot of heartbreak.

I am tired losing everything,
And everyone I love.
I am getting tired of it all,
And the "thoughts" are back again.

I try to hold back it all,
I don't ever cry in public,
No matter how much it hurts,
But I don't like to show emotions.

The only time I cry,
Is when I sit in a room alone,
When I have some time to think.

I keep the thoughts all to my self,
Whether good or bad,
And I will never tell anyone,
Some of the thoughts that are in my head.
Not really a poem to me but when I get upset I start writing
401 · Sep 2015
thoughts
Ronnie Trubiani Sep 2015
I can't control the thoughts in my head,
They come back each night,
Over and over again.

The thoughts that hurt,  
the thoughts that burn,
The thoughts,
That I can never control
384 · Oct 2015
tick tock
Ronnie Trubiani Oct 2015
She loves me,
she loves me not.
She loves me,
she loves me not.

Tick, tock,
Tick, tock,
Time keeps moving,
Why can't it stop?

She's in your mind,
You miss her so,
More and more,
As time flies by.

You think about her,
Day and night,
You try to stop,
With all your might.

All it does is hurt you more,
The pain of heartbreak,
Of your first love,
Forever lingers,
Only to hurt you forever more.

Every time she enters your mind,
The pain comes back,
Ten fold this time.
As everything reminds you of her.

Tick, tock,
Tick, tock,
You look back up
at that old clock.

Another hour has gone away,
You have thought about her again,
For every single second that day....
354 · Nov 2014
The Horrors
Ronnie Trubiani Nov 2014
As she sobs in the night,
Her parents start another fight.
As she hears the screams,
She sits alone and weeps.

The fighting has now stopped,
And her crying starts to cease,
When her innocent tears dry,
Her mom walks in and speaks.

I'm sorry that made you cry,
He means not what he says,
You know we both love you,
She swears wiping the little girls eye.

As her mom leaves the room,
Daughter is all settled down,
Until she hears a door slam,
Then her dad walks in and says.

Stop crying right now you "stupid little brat,"
You know we don't care if your feeling that sad,
Struggling to get up, you hear a big smack,
She is back on the floor, her face blue and black.

He kicks her, then swears, then yells really loud
"No one loves you here, so get out of this house."
The very next day she tries to run away,
But her dad soon finds out and it begins all again.

That day was the same, yet different in many ways,
All I will say is that poor little girl, just faded away.

Now she is in heaven,
Her mom really sad,
Her dad doesn't care,
He ended her life so bad.

Her mom was so sad that she went for a drive,
Her behind the wheel, and the dad by her side.
All of a sudden the car lost control,
Then went over a cliff,
On purpose I know.

Now she too is in heaven, her little girl by her side,
The dad never made it
With them into the clouds.
Although all three have died
Just wanted to say this did not happen to me or anyone that I know. I write poems about subjects that I feel strongly about and I believe that no man should ever harm a women or child.
250 · Nov 2014
before the war
Ronnie Trubiani Nov 2014
I sit alone, just 10 years old,
Waiting, for my parents to come home.

My mom comes to the door,
And hugs me real tight,
She said that she loves me,
though she is full of fright,

She starts to let go,
As dad walks in the room,
I see him slap her face,
So I run into my room.

Its been now an hour,
I hear a scream through the hall,
I realize its mom,
In trouble I know.

I quickly run downstairs,
Into the room where I see,
my mom lays on the floor,
Dad standing over her,
With a grin on his face.

Mom rolls onto her back,
And a shock went though my body,
As a look down,
I can't believe what I see,
Dad has put a knife into her chest.

As dad leaves the house,
With a smile on his face
When I get to my mom,
She says her last words,
Which are "I love you my son"
Just wanted to say this did not happen to me. I write about subjects that I have strong feelings about and I believe that a man should never harm a women or a child. This is the first of a 4 poem story

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