Queen Of The Clouds

She’s unafraid on the surfaceBut barely keeping her head above waterDrowning in chaosDrifting further away from the light. She is a mystery, her mind is an abyss tainted with doubtsHer stories long forgotten,Pages of cloistered memoriesBuried among the debris of her secrets. She has reached the trifecta of lonelinessVoices inside her head kept her awakeHer…

Pied Worship

Love me, only me. Without a doubt, without reservation Seduce me, lure me in the web of your delusion Take me, use me, abuse my trust until I suffer the consequence Hurt me, trick me, destroy my pride with sweet intense. Down on my knees, desperate for attention I’ll vomit blood for a taste of…

Ocean

She's pretty, young and innocent Everything you ever wanted Your smile is different when you're with her There's a certain sparkle in your eyes I didn't see before. I threw all my love letters away, they're meaningless now The titles in my poems are now just a figment of the past you didn't know There…

A Gloomy Letter

When I’m gone from this world, how will you remember me? Will you miss the memories of our past? The kisses we shared, the nights we cherished Will you shed a tear for my pain? Will you recognize my face from afar? When I disappear from your grasp Will you miss my sweet embraces? The…

Memori Morti

When the branches of my existence perish, when the roots of my lifetime withered away, when I leave this world for the other side, who would keep me in their hearts? Who would reminisce the memories I lived? Did I do enough to be remembered? When I travel the lonely road of great divide, turning…

The Book Of Sorrow

Pen and paper. Heartbreaks and promises. Hatred and rainbows. Revenge and chaos. Love and madness. I am Ragazza Triste, a writer, a lover, a sad girl cloistered in my own private bubble. My fragile heart is a caddy of different stories and secrets. My mind is a mercurial chamber of mystic and wonder. My writings…

Bees and Clover

I wrote this letter to apologise. This is not an elaborate ploy or a frolic alibi. I need to get this off of my chest, not because of guilt or contrition, but because you deserve it. I might have hurt you in the past, unintentionally, I might have said something offensive and judgmental, I was…

Chester Bennington

  Born with artistic aptitude He conquered the world with his voice He screamed the trauma of his past Fought his demons through profound lyrics. He was strong, but only on the surface His wounds they would not heal His nightmares terrorized him in his sleep Everything felt so heavy. In the end, it didn’t…

Big Heart

Six times a week I saw him there. He was the first one to always greet me whenever I arrive at work. He is a big man. You can already assume that he is from Africa or Bangladesh because of his skin colour. His hair is the typical-curly-I-woke-up-like-this kind of hair. He was always the coy…

Ben

Ben was not in the mood to work today, he was cowering in bed trying to find solace from the silence of his room, trying to keep himself from absolute obscurity, straining to forget about what happened yesterday. Yes, yesterday could be the worst ordeal he had to endure on his painful journey of emancipation,…