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.
A storm passes through my heart
as thoughts of you fade,
keeping me at the base of the lighthouse
as you drift away.
The soft kisses you once placed on my lips
have drifted in the wind,
just like the touch of your fingers
have slipped away as they stop touching my skin.
My heart feels like it’s caught in the tide
trying to get back to me
as you fly on the waves of the wind into the sky,
leaving me with amnesia.
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.
You talk as though you are nothing,
Therefor you spend your time on others
whilst you sit at home at night patiently waiting.
Waiting for your daughter and son to come home,
Waiting for your love to fly through the door,
but little did you know my dear mother you are much more.
My mother is the brightest sun,
the one that cheers my siblings and I on.
My mother is a superhero,
she is wonder woman dressed in civilian clothes.
My mother is my moon,
for she guides me through life.
Ultimately my mother is my best friend,
for I know she will stay with me till the very end.
Walking into the café
I approach the counter,
to only be greeted by your deep emerald eyes,
making my heart flutter.
Shooting you a smile,
you smile back,
then take my order,
finally leaving me at the counter,
as you begin to fill the mug even higher.
Reaching for the mug
our eyes meet,
with the hustling and bustling stopping,
giving us a moment to breathe,
while being stuck in the silence.
The morning came,
as it began to rain,
as the house descended into the fog,
as I hid in pain,
denying you the chance to see me this way.
The thought of you and I
keeps running through my mind,
lingering like a ghost in the attic,
torturing me to cave in to the thoughts of you at night.
As it continued to rain,
the cold air seeped through the cracks,
taking the memories that danced away,
leaving me to cope with the lingering pain.
He had a certain type of beauty to him,
Not the hollywood glitz and glamour,
But a beauty that came through years of torment that resided inside.
Thrown out on the sidewalks,
With women and men walking by,
Without giving him a shot.
This society we live in is corrupt,
It tells women to be brainless,
Tells men to achieve a hollywood staus.
Who are we kidding,
No amount of twilight sparkle will ever catch my eye.
Give me a man that will speak his mind,
Express raw emotion,
And for God’s sake,
Make sure he doesn’t follow society’s stupid pride.
Photo Model: Henry Rollins