| Lost in Rome |
In the city of Rome,
She was lost,
In the timeless, ethereal beauty
Of places centuries old.
Forgetting the dangers,
Hidden beneath the surface.
Forgetting the past,
Of tainted lies.
Forgetting the Nero's music,
Born of people's sufferings
As the Rome burned to ashes
In just a single night.
All by few words, that comforted her mind.
Rome is peaceful, these words
Were nothing more than a beautiful lie.
But who can blame her, truly?
This beauty will bewitches anyone.
The beauty of music,
Created by the sound of her bare feet
Against the pavement.
Uncaring, of the dirt,
As the straps of her heels,
Entangled with her fingers
And dangle with a mischievous carelessness.
The beauty of art,
Of different places
That unite, for the sake of art
That is the very soul of
Whether it is Colosseum or Campidoglie.
As she roamed historical places
And admired, with great passion,
The saint in wilderness
A painting half brought to life,
In the hands of Da Vinci
Who was from the period of revival.
She was lost, in the art.
As her hands hold on to books
That beckons her to study,
The beauty of history,
Which has seen
Both glory and ignominy
And survived,
The many revolutions
That tried to change,
The culture and life.
All she saw was shadows of a city
Hidden behind the veil of peace.
But really, peaceful?
Rome is never peaceful,
It never was.
People have forgotten,
That it was once the land of death,
Drenched in crimson.
It was a battleground of politics,
Wrapped in hatred.
But who really cares about that?
Cities with long history
Are bound to turn into mystery
Where the glory is glorified,
And the failures are disguised.
All everyone wishes to remember
All she ever wishes to remember
The remnants of greatness,
Of the proud structures
That are bit by bit decaying.
—Siona Valentine
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Your siren song, so beautiful and sweet, it calls to me like the grass to my feet. But to my ears and to my eyes but my longing for it is only bitter sweet
I try to swim, I would fly if I had wings, but if I did , you would only call to me to get me there you wouldn't fly with me or let us go anywhere.
I long for the sky but if I was I would only see you call to others the bigger picture is its not just me.
Your song so sweet , deeper then the sea and your eyes of blue turn dark and far, as the waves come up and crash into me.
The rocks so sharp, they slice into me. I cling to life as the waves slam into me.
I cry for help but the song catches my ears, oh there you are my sweet sweet dear. I reach for you as you reach back, but your not here or there, you disappear.
You are the waves, the rocks, the song, the wind beneath my wings that you try to steal.
You don't want me free but you won't fly with me. You sing your song and call me close with one last breath I get in close. One last jump just one last flight I get to you just as the last dying light.
I get to you and your hand out stretched but not to me, but to unthread the seams. To pluck the feathers as I let out a scream, you sing to me as I fall from grace but I see your face in everything.
It makes me smile, and again you make me stay a while, so we not love the sea, the ocean so grand?
The waves the sea, it's beauty grand, it contains so many things and gives you hope, where will I go what will I see, aquatic life and animals, the fish are free.
But they cannot hear, they cannot see, only what's in front of them, they do not pretend to be something they will nevrer be. Only what they are, not what they want to be, they only are what they will always be.
Just like the fisherman in his boat, he cast a net and bring it in, the fish he caught will feed his home. They will only be, what they will always be.
A meal to eat caught in his net, free is what they cease to be, because the net, is what they did not see.
A wave crashes down as the seas turn dark, you thought you had enough time, to get home, the sailor turns and sees he's all alone, where was his friend, who had to steer the boat?
But he did not see his hand go under the deep deep sea. He searches round, but his friend has already drown, his lungs were filled and his mouth could cry no words, but he hears the words of sirens song. it's beauty cries as he goes down, he does not fight and the ocean leaves no mark.
No bruise no scratch , nothing to cut him down, just overwhelming waves always crashing crashing down.
The sea has no pity, no emotion you see. You can not blame it, it's what it will always be. You knew this before and in the future it will still be, but sailors will not stop, fishing it's sea.
They sing it songs and praise it's beauty, one by one they drown, in its fury relentlessly.
The siren song, could never be so wrong. We hear it's words and we've heard the myths, if you hear this thing, close your eyes and stuff your ears. You tie yourself down, and you never look, it only wants to sink your boat.
It feeds on you, like the ocean round, the rocks for land you think they're hope, you see an island you leap from the boat, you think your safe, you think there's hope.
You make it down and you look around, you try to stand, but the waves crash down.
There is no land, there is only sea, and it only wants to set you free. The siren smiles as you swim to it, there is no land, and so you drown. The siren smiles, as it calls to another. And he will drown, and so will the others.
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But we let people past walls and set them free
give them free passes to our hearts,
we think they want in,
but they don't.
They only want us for themselves,
not them for us,
and in the end,
were left to rust.
To sit and wait, and turn to dust.
But we feel the weight,
what they have left for us, we feel the most.
We want these things,
but have no means, to get them now,
and so you see, they are only the rain,
and what your mind makes them out to be.
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