I can't listen to
Heartbreak music
This one can't do
Hadn't got to use it
Now I'm twenty two
DO NOT LOSE IT

A short expression of my heaviest burden
First impressions, barely got a word in
Last impressions before you'd chosen him
Was we could be thorns on God's roses
Cause we would never part like Moses

Revelations

The story of my life
A book of my lies
But what is life without love
But death in disguise
If I die with our love
We can sing in blue skies

Daydreams while I'm awake
Remember all I want is fake
No closer do we quake
Than the sun and moon
The beauty he can never take

Wrestling dualities
Welcoming reality

Unfortunately

-Luca Ivaldi

Maybe I'm not an artist
Maybe I'm not a poet
Maybe I can't paint a picture
Maybe I'll never know it
Maybe I haven't seen enough
Maybe I'm not looking
Maybe life's been rough
Maybe I'll keep booking
Between a rock and a hard place
Choose which to carve adventures face
Beautiful and strong
A mute-it-all song
My sweet reverence
'O heat feverence
Fury o’ thy severance
Cheap cheap cadence
                     False false brilliance                      
                                ­                                       •ǝɔuɐp
              here   am                                                  Though                                the                               
             I        doing                   old  

                              same

-Luca Ivaldi

Cause you see.
I can be rich and married to a woman in mediocrity;
Or I can be poor and with the woman of my dreams,
I'm sure of it.
Everyone wants a piece they can only get a tour of it.
Fussin for crumbs, I'm baking more of it.
But that's apparent; or superficial?
It's existential at the core of it.
I just need to feel.
Girl, show me something real.
Don't conceal from me.
You can get the deal from me.
We can go and peel.
You can grip the the wood grain wheel.
Make 'em tires squeal...

For me,

Is who I'm running from.
Upset with all I have and haven't done.
Under layers of writing,
Pounds of paper,
Tangles of letters,
Words rearranged,
Metaphors you may think strange.
But here I am.
Hiding in my forest of unspoken conversation.
Bits and pieces can you see me?
Look and listen do you hear me?
Maybe I feel lost because I've grown.
Trees happen to be bigger than shown.

Past poems come to mind.
Of trees;
Of me.
Of flowers;
Which happen to be about her.
Certainly, this same old ǝɔuɐp’
Cannot be my only stance.
This tree has legs,
I must move.
I just hope to not lose it,
As soon as I get in the groove.

-Luca Ivaldi