Working Poems

Rarely, I will hear inspiration from the conversations in the back of my head. The sentences are nonsensical, but sometimes I feel the need to write a small stanza in simply five minutes.

My heart cracks and spills, but my soul will feed on this nectar.

We try to fill these cracks with wax, but I prefer my heart sincere.

My soul’s withdrawal brings me back to you at my heart’s expense.

I wait for the day in which I will not have to choose.

When my heart and soul are one again.

I live a life unsure, but do you perpetuate this indifference?

What rhymes with you in time will slue our aria into a dirge.

I live in the past, but I dream of reality.

 

My reality feels like the past

While my dreams feel like the present

Every morning I wake up in a haze

Both nostalgic and unpleasant

Déjà vu breaks my heart as I restart

And I feel nothing but transgressant

 

Show me how to love and live

Through epochs that will not forgive

Show me when and where I can

Make dying love to you again

I will writhe in both pleasure and pain

While time pilfers what would not remain

And within this time I can finally see

This is not where I deserve to be.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Show me when and where I can
Make dying love to you again

Oh this was soo great. I loved it!

Wonderful job.
Antonio :)