Sono nuda,cerco di coprirmi con progetti,sogni, desideri,ma, davanti al foglio sento il freddo che mi avvolge.Primo vagito di vita:grido . Saranno queste le mie "Confessioni"? "Intendo mostrare ai miei simili un uomo in tutta la verità della natura;e quest'uomo sarò io.(Rousseau "Confessioni"1782)
"And now I'm here To talk with you So take a seat And share your voice While I share My black and white world"
Melancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
Questa è una raccolta di poesie, canzoni, testi e brevi racconti che di tanto in tanto scrivo per sfogarmi o per esercitarmi con la scrittura. Non sono né un poeta né una cantante, scrivo solo ciò che mi dice il cuore. E ho deciso che forse, condividerlo era la cosa giusta da fare, di tanto in tanto. Spero vi piaccia...
Hello, person whom must be reading this, my name is Jay, I write a lot of poems. So this will be a place I'll write them down for whom ever wants ideas, feels lonely, or wants to read. Whatever it may be, keep in mind there are trigger warnings, deep subjects, and fair amounts of fear. Enjoy and read at your own risk...
I know I am not perfect, so why do you have to keep telling me? This is about some of the struggles of being a girl like well me I know I am not perfect, but I still love myself, and if you don't please read on (I Also do not own any of the art on the cover, sadly I found them on pintrest so there was no links to th...
she didn't need to be saved at all. but even though, a savior appeared. before she crashed and took the fall, he took her in his arms when she was on her knees.
my 7th collection of poems is mainly about how much your actions can affect the people around you. i used the metaphor of a glass structure crashed by a gunshot. the pieces hurt everyone involved, including the person who pulled the trigger.
Come sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
