Tempus

A single memory could easily take me back to that certain place Cold, dark and menacing I guess my heart could never bear the weight of the past. Without falter, it follows It watches me fall into despair And I surrender to it everytime For I am weak, always have been. I still remember the…

Under

Judging from the dirt in his feet and the crumpled bottle beside him, the man sleeping on the cold cement floor of the bus stop is obviously drunk or has passed out because of the weather. I didn’t think much of it, I see that shit everyday and people don’t care, we have our own…

Spring Day

Soft kisses,Unfaltering whisper of longingMy heart breaking in every moment lostWishing I’d see your face again, afraid to be forgotten Untrue,Scared that you might fly so far from meYour image keeps trembling in my handsI’m cold, lying helplessly on a frozen ground of loneliness WaitingEndless years of waiting, dreaming of youOn a spring day, I’ll…

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…

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…

The Many Faces Of June

His heart was broken a few times before Promised not to love again, shut himself out Found peace in solitude, in his four-walled sanctum. Made music out of misery Painted pictures of atonement His ink bled no second chances Stone cold heart, reeks of loneliness Conquered by defiance Solemn face, aged by pride.

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…