He breathes, evenly in and out, lying next to me tonight.
the rhythm of his heart soothes my soul, and things start to feel alright.
He puts his arm around me, and he kisses me on the head,
He helps me slay my demons, and he helps me fight the dread.
He shares my burdens with me, so I don’t carry them alone,
And if I need to call him, he’ll always pick up the phone
I love this man with all I am, I love this man with all I’ll be
I promise you, to love you too, and thanks for loving me.
I wasn’t there
when your heart
I just hadn’t
that one day
and I sit in front of you
laughing at your jokes when no one is
and only i
have you been eating breakfast alone like me
I know I will always be chosen last
To be anybody’s friend
Because there are always better options.
There will always be groups,
But I’m outside them, unneeded,
And there will always be others,
Who are happier, more comforting, perfect,
Which I will never be.
So I will always be chosen last,
The unnecessary, unwanted friend…
If you can even call me that.
Hashtag Haiku: “The Armageddon Factor”
I have acid rain in my brain it’s killing the flowers in my heart.
Men skulked in bushes on rainy nights,
Warring underneath the pale moonlight.
Some lost their brothers in those fights,
And raised up a new flag.
A new dawn lit their broken past,
The land was rescued from the dark.
Finding hope they dropped their arms
And looked upon that flag.
But as the sun rose through the day,
It scorched the earth and forced decay.
The solar noon increased their pain
And turned them from that flag.
They said the sun would never set,
But darkness soon found us again.
We lost our hope, we reached the end,
Ashamed of our own flag.
i hate myself
if i could, i would take my skin
in between my two fingers
and slice it off.
i would cut and cut until all the fat just
maybe then i would feel beautiful
and maybe then i would be worthy;
but i can’t.
and so forever i must deal
with the fact i will always
completely and utterly
hate my body because all i see
is fat fat fat
Here, quiet darkness.
Only a few nightingales
Ready for the dawn.
One day, I’ll get the chance to make up to the time that I lost for myself.
Mae, lost time
Parole di neo militante
Molti più ragazzi e ragazze iniziano ad informarsi e a non conformarsi in questa massa che vuole svendere la vera indennità europea.
Immigrazione, radical chic, lgbt ecc. Sono figurine in un mondo capitalista che divulgano una finta pace buonista in un mondo in fiamme.
Chiamate estremismo il nostro pensiero non conforme.
Ricordate che tra voi, intorno a voi ci sono vostri coetanei che non si sono arresi.
Siamo e saremo sempre figli di un disperato amore.
L'Europa ha sempre riscattato il suo onore e se tra 100 mesi o 100 anni, questo mondo cambierà, è bruceranno le vostre bandiere rosse e quelle arcobaleno, mentre forti nel vento si alzerà il tricolore e la bandiera nera.
For me it’s over a boyband. Despite my age. Despite those misogynistic view.