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B L A N K

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So white it's screaming
So empty I’m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I don’t think I’m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?

Don’t love me yet,
I’m just a child.
Break my heart
And make me wild.

What scares me the most
Is to love someone so much
That in losing them
You lose yourself
And yet
still end up
mourning not
your crippled soul
But them
Only them
Always them

A storm is coming.
Can you see it rise?
Clouds on clouds,
Darkening the skies,

A whirlpool of seagulls
Their wings spread wide,
Observe from above
The swelling of the tide,

The sea as it churns
Angry and white,
Waves foaming and spluttering
In outbursts of light,

The air is like static,
Hear it crackle and hiss,
As it itches to experience
Lightning strike the abyss

The beach is deserted,
Been left cold and bare,
The ruins of sandcastles
Abandoned without care.

A storm is brewing,
Disturbed from its sleep,
Ruthless and wild
As it stirs from the deep.

Tu sei il sole
ed ** gli occhi
pieni di te

I am not yet a man
But I am King.

You have ****** me
Onto this throne
torn the wooden sword from
my hands to place in them
shaking steel
It is stained with the dark wine
that foams at the mouth of my enemies
You say I must lust after the taste of it
As men lust for women
But I know nothing

Feed me violence until I’m sick of it
My eyes crawl with what I’ve seen -

corpses?

littered all around
daisies in a meadow with which
I’ve made my crown.

There is Art
In the Moon and the Stars
In Daisies and Violets
In Venus and Mars.
Art in the Oceans
Art in the Skies
Art in Lovers
And their Sighs.
There is Art
On Grass
In Drops of Dew
In Whispers and Fire
And in the Wind too.
There’s Art in your Soul
In Chaos and Pain
There’s Art in Tears
And in the Rain.

Art within You
And despite what I tell myself
It is true
There’s Art within Me too.

I Fair thee well
My travelling friend
For time is restless
And we cannot pretend,

In days of fire  
Through tears and wrath
We lived! we lived!
And now we laugh.

Sailor! Sailor!
The waves
Don’t wait,
The water’s cold
And so is fate.

Sailor! Sailor!
Taste the salt
As it goes down,
The tide is swelling
and I shall drown.

I love you like the sun
Which is fickle and sets too soon
I love you like the pale
And everchanging moon

I love you like the ocean
And the tides that pull away
I love you like the blossoms
That don’t live to see may

I  love you like the embers
Of a flame that slowly dies
Like the sting of regret
Of a thousand muted cries.

In the darkness I go diving
And I do so with a smile,
Knowing that I love you
And I’ll see you in a while.

I'm good at hiding
Can't you tell?
I whisper things
I'd rather yell.

I swear to god
I cross my heart
But you can't tell
The lies apart.

I close my eyes
So that you can't see
The one I'm showing
Really isn't me

Chaos in my mind

                 Spirals on repeat

They left me behind

                  Blisters on my feet

I’m lost and I’m blind

                   Empty and Complete  

I try to chase my thoughts

                    But they end up chasing me

Sometimes all I hear is silence
So quiet that its loud
Suffocating in its stillness
Subtle in its sound.

Other times I hear only noise
Voices on voices until I'm gone
Drowning in fragments
Lost to everyone.

I met a girl once,
With eyes like pools of light,
And as I fell right into them,
Swallowed by the whites,
I saw the reflection
Of the world and sky,
Fragments of beauty,
That shimmered with life,
And when her tears fell,
They sparkled and curled
Etching on her face,
The story of the world,
Speaking softly of all
The places she’d been,
Painting with wonder
The things she’d seen,
She tracked the earth’s trails
And sailed its seven seas,
Swaying from place to place,
Like leaves in the breeze,
And though her feet were sore,
Her footsteps never failed,
Creasing in the earth,
A path that never paled,
And everywhere she went,
She left a piece behind,
Watering the landscape,
With the rain she had inside,
But all she gave,
Nature repaid fast ,
Inking on her body,
A story that would last,
And though she was alone,
Had no place to call her own,
She knew the world around her
well enough to call it home.

And what do I mourn?
What do I mourn?
There where Love should
Rage and Storm
Only Silence
Empty and Forlorn.

Is this a love poem?
It sure seems that way.
Empty and broken
lacking in sense
starting with a question
and then

They make me sick.
I ***** the voices onto a page,
Hoping the words will make more sense
On paper than they do
Swirling round my head
In endless circles
That make me sick.

We grow wild
unattended
Our rage is our own
We learn to love like nettles
and pretend we're not alone.

Where are you?
You spoke those words, did you not?
They’re still dancing in my ears,
They’re still swimming in my thoughts.

I don’t know where I am,
I’ve come a long way,
I’ve wandered of my path,
And left another there to stay.

I’m lost,
lost...
That’s the echo of my shout,
Thrown out to the wind,
As I wallow in my doubt,

But there is beauty in being lost,
In not knowing what you’ll find,
So cradled by the unknown,
I forget all I’ve left behind.

I couldn’t help him,
He couldn’t help me.
We fell in love with the wrong person
If you get what I mean.
We couldn’t help each other
And I wish I could forget
What it means to lose someone
And then choke on the regret.

Please,

                    If
                you
            s e e  m e
          c r y    do n't
          a  s   k    m e
               w h y

don't you get it?

You. Are. The. Reason. I . Want. To . Die.

Who hurt you sky?
Who ripped you open
and then apart?
Who fractured all that beauty
to capture it's art?
It was lighting,
I know it was,
She's quick and violent
and hard to love ,
Now I understand
Why you cry all those tears,
You've  learned to give
for nothing in return,
and the rain that falls,
holds the love you yearn.

War is in us,
Buried deep,
Highly flammable,
Dangerous to keep.
It fuels on hate
And we carry it around,
Oblivious of the fact,
Until it burns us to the ground.

Solitude.

Like the howl of a lone wolf,
Chased away from his kind,

Like the fears of a mad man,
Locked away in his mind,

Like the wrong note,
That soars above the others,

Like a man of faith,
Betrayed by his own brothers,

Like the single first drop,
That falls from the sky,

Like the last of the echos,
As they fade and die,

Like the letter that
always stands alone,

Like a broken heart,
When it turns to stone.

His words were a bridge
To a place long lost,
Memories on memories
Gathering up dust,
Old and battered
But still there,
Waiting in the cellar
For him to share.

When I fall
am I not a storm?
howling
and wild
light
splitting  
The darkened sky
trying so hard
with all my rain
to drown the feelings
that beg to remain.