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From Pxhere

Not your heroes, sometimes cruel.
We both let go, left, with no intention to hurt.
Bitten flesh, living scars.
Sorrow on hold; cannot love you in return.


(oniric rhyme)

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(Picture from Pxhere)

From time to time, my room disappears —
Dreaming is my thing, almost sober, I begin.

I feel humbled, debased.
Winding words bend to curl my senses —
Oil my gears, I shout, oil my gears.

A lady freaks out; her look warns me down.
Ain’t my fault, ain’t for real — I blabber and lookup;
hands down. I shall listen; instead, I jump — The sky is ours, the sky is ours, clouds won’t keep us out.

A sudden whisper reaches my heart first, my ear then — Wide-awake, dreamer! — The room that had disappeared fills up again.


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(From Pxhere)

Watch her, shimmering, as the room gets colder and colder, and the heater display signals error.

Crouched under piled clothes, her purse upside-down, personal effects scattered on the ground; a sombre day sets to go off.

Never in life, she thought about, pregnant for the second time, yet the light doesn’t reach her eyes.

Something from the past comes back; stiff air, hard life — another stranger, owning a part of her inner side.

Not desire, errors do come by surprise.

Her little thing grew that knowledge inside: scared to fail, scared to rise.
That past shows her every time, others’ trips are too heavy to fly.

Alessia Petrolito


Poetry

Stubborn dog — You accepted love crumbs and made feast of it

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Photo credit Alessia Petrolito

Stubborn dog — You accepted love crumbs and made feast of it.

The loss you felt walking towards age, we could have done more, loved you more.

Stubborn dog — Attached to life even when it’s sour.

Your last years should have been sweeter, we could have done more, loved you more.

No, eyes don’t feels — while most of us left, you awaited.

We came to you for sorries and goodbye — and witness one more time your quiet love and pride.

A yard is not enough — run wild, my dear stubborn dog.


(Ain’t no mermaid)

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(Modified pic from Pxhere)

From the bottom of my cliff, I can’t forget nor forgive.
Smashed on the groundwater all around, your enthusiasm burdens me down.

In-Depth, holding my breath, stuck with this stick, from where I stand — infinite rocky-sand spread.

Soaking wet, laying there.

A long lost voice — from the bottom of my cliff — I ain’t no mermaid.
I can’t forget nor forgive.


THREE DROPS

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(From Pxhere https://pxhere.com/it/photo/397219 )

At the beginning of time, aside cutting threads, Fates collected tears.

In a day without time, the Fates looked down and drop three dices on a smooth dark ground.

The dices rolled and turned into shimmering balls, perfect spheres, made of authentic children tears.


MAGMA

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Tonight, I’ve got emotional turmoil, sleep is far.

He could tell from my tight smile, ballistic laughs.

Fissile nerves –– I feel like boiling water — head full of things, thoughts, regrets – to do and to forget.

I stare the room hedges, blue lights and shades, eyes dried.

I lay, fueled, wide awake — all dark and red — a magmatic human being, voices whispering in my ears.

Three hours, ahead only craziness.

My blood pumps, bones squeak, I’m way over my head, ready to explode, I just know I have a plane to catch.

My brain spins, it’s one of those nights when I fight — peace isn’t at reach — and carve my pondering out.

It’s one of those nights, I say to myself, the morning will bring another day.


MEMORIES

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(Modified pic From Pxhere)

Good or wrong,

what keeps

me

to my parents,

are memories.


DISSENT

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My tongue can’t stay still – nor be quiet – I raise my hand.

Here I stand, before my rage, snapping your white wall.


FLORAL SPARKLE

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It’s you, it’s you!

Who are you?

I am flower.

What’s your name my delicate Flower, who grows twice bigger than others?

No one can hold your genuine strength, whose breaks what there’s to break.

It’s you, it’s you!

Who are you?

I am flower.

What’s your name my delicate Flower, who grows twice bigger than others?

Your skin, kissed by sun rays, glares; your hair darkens, wet by sea water.

It’s you, it’s you!

Who are you?

I am flower.

What’s your name my delicate Flower, who grows twice bigger than others?

Bright smile and perfect teeth, a sharper tongue than you can think.

One day a little me could be you…

Hey you — How are you?

I’m a flower and I’m good, I’m good.

A piece of advice my beautiful Flower, who grows twice fast than others, never-ever let someone shake your dashing floral sparkle.

ArP - Alessia Petrolito

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