Da bambino non capivo cosa avessi di strano Camminavo sulla terra come fossi un marziano Io che a quindic’anni ancora non ti conoscevo Mi dicono è un po’ strano infondo siamo nati assieme Io che mi chiedo ancora se arriverò ad assomigliarti Quando un giorno forse mai avrò il coraggio di mostrarti Tu che sei l’identità che al mondo non ho mai ammesso Perché se mi guardo dentro ora non c’è più un “me stesso” In questo mondo di fumo che mi ha ridotto in cenere Mi guardo e non mi vedo nello specchio di Venere Non credo in questo scudo che mi han messo in mano Quando mi hanno imposto un ruolo in quanto essere umano Questo orgoglio, questa forza che non mi appartiene Non è azzurro il sangue che mi scorre nelle vene No, non mi riconosco nella stirpe di Adamo Io mi sento terrestre in un ambiente marziano
The bed awaited each morning with joy, For we let spring spill on the sheets— Just a tad whenever we woke up. Ours weren't playdates of note, Rather daffodils unencumbered with The expectations of prickless beauty. As the cradle looked in approval, Our happy chuckles gave it purpose, Then we bloomed, unbothered and true. We appear quiet in the vastness without— but our content faces speak volumes. For the bed, the covers, and the air around shelter all core memories in this room of ours.
Settling for your “love” is like eating raw meat; Seemingly better than nothing (It’s not! Please don’t!) Consecutive abasement making memories rusty Perpetual selfishness eating all of my wallets The occasional slap, the weekly headache You’re such a fucking bitch You’ve turned this house into Pier Paolo Pasolini’s Salò mansion, but with the Circle of Blood being rare; But if you were my size, you would make it the most common You keep violence in your dreams because you know outsiders Will reach in, strip you of your halo, then smash your face with it Always speaking of finding another man with ease, scaring the Lonely teenager in me– I’m brought to that damn bittersweetness Of your crystal mouth, the hymns of forgotten men wrapped Tightly around your dry tongue So many reasons to leave you in Purgatory, but you’ve killed Ancient connections so that I remain in this icy warehouse However, they’re much more human than you, so you’re fucked
Saying goodbye to the girl I knew, to the girl I was. Sailing safe in her sweet dreams I truly hope she finds the world she believed possible for me and her. Staring at a beautiful sunset, I thought kindness went beyond the horizon, and love was as true as the sun will rise. I was small, I couldn't see the whole picture, I still can't, I still never will, but I can get a better view. So, for the small girl with sweet dreams, the mountains she couldn't move, I'll climb instead. I feel parts of my life I want to erase, but know I can't; parts of my story I may never tell, but accept; things I didn't have to learn the hard way that didn't make me stronger... and the light of the sun before it turns dark. But the sun will rise, I think that's the only truth I need. The rest is unknown, like what's beyond the horizon. If I could see that girl again and let her know I wouldn't be here without her, let her know I love her and hope she feels the same... But she's here, she's
If your voice ever cracked, from speaking your love for another that was the shell of flawlessness being broken by bravery and truth, that was the beauty of imperfection, because there's nothing flawless or perfect about love. Your love was yours, that you gave to me, through teary eyes, and I won't forget. You're not mine and I'm not yours, but we have a spot we meet at where we talk, listen and talk some more And even though we're different, I've never felt like our worlds were crashing or even colliding into another, it just felt like us finding solace we may not have even known we were looking for. And you've been really warm. Nothing is final, and I'm done trying to make things stay the same. if I keep trying to capture the sunset I'll miss the night sky. If our love doesn't last forever, we still have those nights where we were the stars in the sky. I know love is never enough, because enough is never enough, but right now all I want is to remember that teary-eyed
Like black fumes from bodies that putrid bloat, It claims, clings, claws, and catches in your throat; A moldering food that roils the gut, Pain against flesh and faith that ceaseless juts. Bitter acid that lingers on the tongue, Poison gas that fills and erodes your lungs; A cold wind that snatches warmth from your chest, And throbs the hardened heart so fiercely pressed. Fed and fanned by veins of torrent fire, Yet from where has such blood fury sired? What dry tinder, what sharp flint, what cruel spark, To ignite a flame you loyally hark? Those terrible tremors and screaming shocks, Distant, yet you feel each rattle and rock? Is it that desperately dreadful din, Or something deeply settled from within? Do you feel new sense yet some old calling, Which brings clarity without much galling? To wander and lust for the mortal match, As monster or man release one last latch?
Treasure trove for collectors and artists, hiding obscurities Mistreated store in a suburban crevice More memories than money Passionate owners always stocking the old but clean shelves Both connoisseurs of media; movies, music, games, and books Always happy to inform regulars and newcomers They want to keep the past relevant There are stories on the walls and windows Far better than retirement
Your Body Is A Convenience Store by Leehon, literature
Literature
Your Body Is A Convenience Store
Ephemeral visits and pieces exchanged ≠ a new family Japanese punk rock plays outside as chips fall to the pavement Teens awaken a silent desperation within the laboratory Pain smells like a rebirth when it comes from a stranger With so many options, you limit yourself to normies– You cling to the possibility of enriching the town Giving away chunks of muscle tissue has built a foundation of Unholy sacrifices for a plastic house– a home for Selfish mannequins Unleash the soft beast who craves the hardness of Pandora’s Box and the sweetness of white chocolate So that your catalyst can bloom peonies, even when Expired spices are poured into the neon orifices End the era of abhorrent convenience, creating a Multicultural library and an unknowable galaxy You are not a snowy sidewalk Not even a furry shadow You are the crystal above this pile of sin
Waking up after much-needed idleness, not by a disgusting alarm, A rowdy youngster, nor an abusive relative; my body aligned with The core values that rest neatly on a shelf in our minds’ Sunlight keenly infesting the rooms and hall as preparations Are happily made on both ends; neat bed, minty mouth, Accessories for the adventure ready, and a morning meal The two of us lovingly greet in the warm kitchen before Sitting down to enjoy another splendid breakfast; another Perfect start to a wonderfully long day Reality will never favor this dream of mine