Somewhere deep in my soul
there is something missing,
a piece that has yet been written,
a piece that is missing the notes,
as if a song were unfinished,
as if a poem were cut off mid-sentence,
as if a part of me was missing.
It is not my other half,
for I am not half,
yet, it is a part of me that is whole
just like I was born twenty-six years ago,
all I know is that it is currently blank,
yet, in the back of my mind
it will soon be filled just like the River Thames.
Good morning everyone! I wanted to apologize for not writing a whole lot, this month has been very hectic due to work, studying for my Master’s, and working on the release of this new poetry book.
Today my brand new poetry book, Hearts of Glass, has been released by my amazing publisher, Middle Island Press. I have been working with the publishing press for the past couple of years, and they are truly amazing. They have given me the opportunity to release my poems out to all of you, and it had always been a dream of mine. I truly cannot thank then enough for letting me see my dream become a reality.
Hearts of Glass is poetry book that dives into the reality of the affairs of the heat. Showcasing just how fragile our hearts are, showcasing when we fall in love, out of love, and endure the most hurtful heartbreaks. And everyone can relate to many of the poems.
You can get your copy of my new poetry book on Amazon, and soon it will be available in select stores around the world.
Two messed up souls have found each other
seems like they had to wait a lifetime
choosing to focus their time on themselves
while waiting to find each other,
waiting on fate to intervene.
Two messed up souls dance
enjoying the beat
as it thumps into their feet,
dancing through the living room forgetting about their imperfect moves
time has no place,
clocks have stopped
as these two souls click into harmony.
Before my eyes I see the most beautiful candle,
one that attracts my soul to theirs.
Before my heart I feel an urge
to light a fire to show my love for her.
I, as a match, strike the box,
igniting a light
startling her and I at the same time.
Lighting the wick on the candle,
a fire comes into view,
growing ever so brightly
throughout the nights
until our last breath.
It’s an August afternoon
the sun beats down on you and I,
here I can picture you walking by my side
till we both die.
Farther down this road
as I stand beside you
I look at you,
glancing ever so often into the future,
to see the life this waiting for us is like.
And now here we are
on this beautiful day,
as the love between you and I grows,
and this is the truth,
I will spend my whole life loving you.
I found myself in the arms of a woman at three a.m. in the dark,
a thousand times I’ve dreamt of this moment,
wondering what it felt like,
wondering how I would feel
when I see her sleeping next to me,
with the city light outlining her silhouette next to me.
Here I am at three a.m.
wanting to turn on the light,
but not wanting her to wake up,
cause this sight of her makes my heart drop,
for she has stolen my heart,
with just her snuggling up against me and dreaming.
L’anima che si cela dietro i suoi occhi
non può comunicare le sue emozioni vere che sono nascoste all’interno,
essendo così la sua enabler di isolamento da me.
Come vorrei poter raggiungere interno,
tirare fuori di lui,
scavare una fossa
e seppellire suo insicurezze nel profondo.
Ma egli mi concede nessun accesso,
il solo accesso egli consente è il primo strato del suo cuore
per me vedere le numerose fasciature ha lasciato su di lui,
dai danni ha inflitto su di lui.
Sebbene io lo amo,
desidero conoscerlo meglio,
desidero penetrare quelle pareti,
mostrargli ciò che l amore è davvero come,
e smembrare queste menzogne che ha detto di lui ciò che l’amore era davvero.