Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/28/poesianotturnalodore-della-notte/
The smell of the night,
it’s different everytime.
Can you feel it,
ot you taste it, like lime?
Would you go back to your prime,
o you are doing it now?
You feel like slime?
is about love, sex,
or demons to flex.
Sex tears and sweat.
Or maybe, just play Apex.
Continua a leggere “#NightPoetry:”The Smell of the Night”.”
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/20/poesiaincertezza-buttarsi-giu/
It’s good to get down.
Let yourself down.
Sometimes, I just let myself drown.
Sometimes, I just don’t have a crown,
sometimes, I don’t want a touchdown.
I’m not sure anymore,
uncertainty is all over.
Running to the border.
But, I don’t want to do it.
So much is ruined,
I don’t understand the meaning of things,
the things I want, and I want to reach.
Not sore of what I learn, what I teach.
I’m so poor, and so rich,
I want more, for each.
Sometimes, life is like porn,
It looks all the same,
but we all watch it, we’re just so bored.
And we throw it away, scorn!
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Uncertainty””