Poesie in inglese

We are marching together
slipping on the same path of
unconditional,
unconscious
telling.

You
tall as me,
as the idea
I have of you.

Pollock dripping.
Palahniuk grinning.

And I still get high when
I can grasp Mexican rabbits
out of the Moon
because of you.

   2 commenti     di: Diana Moretti

People don't know anything
about him.
He's lonley man,
near the madness,
near the fear.
He writes songs for the sun
but with no success.
And People decide to
leave him alone.
Alone, for the rest of his
life.
A pathethic life, alone,
lonley man by the river,
near the sun of a grave.
Cats run along his body,
in the middle of the night.
He sings his songs,
all night long,
withou

   3 commenti     di: aleks nightmare

I have been
walking
along wet pavements,
paved and grey
in a winter day.
Walking
along lonely streets,
with the rain
over my heart,
and a wrecked man's cry
under an empty sky.

   3 commenti     di: Giovanni Cuppari

Tell me about a place of freedom
from the reality,
last day without hours is ticking down
my tears.
Nobody could understand...
This face I can't explain,
eyes have seen too much
for closing when a dirty flame get in,
smooth ice in my mind
between that is rising up
a sweet scent of rose.
To the sky your voice
touches gently clouds of white,
going beyond this pouring rain
which b

   2 commenti     di: nella ruggiero

What's life anyway
if not pain and suffer
and words waisted away?
The end of it seems far
but so close i wish it to come
sipping my coffee plan black
sitting at the table of a bar.
Where's happyness hidden
when rain and sadness mash
in a single droplet so harsh.
What's serenity all about
if one idiotly follows the flow of the crowd?
What's the meaning of esistence
while Nirvana'

   3 commenti     di: francesco nanni