thinking back and forward

as the sun rises his head, I have to think about my nightmares,

not going anywhere anymore, just laying as I stay.

words I had enough and more not spoken, and never to go.

whispers in my ears moving on, looking for the heart colder than ever.

as the glass crushes,my beat smashes my flesh and blood.

crying is a wasted water resource, I wasted enough, dry at all once.

my sight is lost in the far horizon line, always thinking there’s a better place for me.

Silence killer

Never ever live in silence.
Everybody can hurt you when you’re silent.
Scream out loud, let your life be an eternal cry.
Let everybody know your alive, moving in the time-line.
I hold you tight ’cause I can see your light,
you’re so beautiful I can’t express..
my feelings in your hand.

Running in circles

In circles I’m running
going where I don’t care

really smart to consider
all my life from the shore

wave by wave emotions
crush in a crushed devotion

I’m standing in the middle
of this pool of blood

where’s the victim gone?
look there, look better!

a hand’s rising high
no fair… it’s mine.

On writing a novel… again!

Yes, of course I’m messing around.

Google+ and YouTube and all this stuff, I know I’ll change my mind, ’cause I’m not a chatty one, from time to time can happen, but my phone allergy is not so far from all this things.

But I can proudly say I wrote today, I’m going on and I amused myself with the story and it makes me hope for better.

I feel closer to my fantasy people  and I can focus better on their characters.

The point is to let the fantasy go without being childish.

You have to be mature enough to know that yes, it’s great to create places, stories from zero, but it’s easy, really easy to fall in a boring fairytale.Instead of a catchy novel.

So, my target is to be careful.

I surprised myself, I really did, when I found myself in some hot scenes, and I wrote them!

Keep on going, I really would like to share something soon or later.. we’ll see, it’s not in english.

Love and blessings to all of you

I love myself..I believe

I’m happy to be  me because I’m honest with myself, because I like my thoughts.

Sometimes I really keep me good company .

The thing is.. when someone’s always by your side no matter what, what you feel?

So, I’m grateful I ‘m still in one piece.

Look at me, I’ve been through some holes to hell!

I faced my fears, I’m still looking back from time to time, but what to do with something you never chose?

You don’t choose to lose someone, you don’t choose when the grim is going for a visit, it comes!

I’m on my feet and I’m in good company,I have love and I have to stop with these fears of loss.

I felt abandoned in my childhood, but to lose in these days that’s a different kettle of fish.

I’m fine, I have a dream, I need a project, everybody needs, to go on.

I’m writing every time I can and obviously it’s a hard thing to do, ’cause it’s like the universe notices it sending me distractions every minute.

I’m stubborn with this purpose, I’ll do it.

Don’t worry! I’m writing the story in italian, I know my english is good enough just to communicate, not to write really!

If a day, maybe, let me dream… It will score, maybe you’ll read it.

 

 

Never turn back

The one who leaves , leaves a presence ten times bigger than himself.

You have to be strong and look straight the way, never turn back, never.

His eyes will be so big and bright, ten times better than the real ones.

The way he smiled you’ll think was charming, in a way it never was.

So, leave the ghosts in peace and treat yourself right, as you’re here, now, flash and blood.

You’ve got to be your best friend ’cause no one in this life has been so close to you as you are .

Making love

Eating her mouth
as he was dying for the bite.

She felt dizziness
through her womb,
craving for more.

Their lips in fusion,
saliva and tongues
embracing strong.

His hand scouting
her mountains and valleys.

Her breath in search
for some air to grab,
and holding him strong
never to loose his rock.

And climbing the wave
together embraced
up up and he smiles
“take my hand, hold me tight”.

They’re so high
she’s screaming loud
and laughs with tears come by,

he grits his teeth
to reach the top
and kissing her hot

he takes her down
in a free  loving fall.

Omnipotence signs, writer syndrome

37 pages. a list of people all come from my mind and I have to remember them!

They’re starting to live on their own, their past coming to life while I type as I’m possessed by them.

So I’m starting to love them, looking forward to reach the end.

I’m drowning in all the doubts about my incompetence.

I’m positive I’ll finish this story of them, those people life come to life because of me.

I really don’t know what I’ll do after, but I’m enjoying the journey, we’ll see the destination.

I have a world in this ass-head of mine, not sure it could be appreciated, but I’m surprised myself when I look at that.

Thinking about omnipotence, writer syndrome.

 

just wanted to write some new pages !

too tired to even think about my thoughts.

no much writing today.

Lara and Robin will wait ’til tomorrow.

I have so much in mind and so many people stealing my time.

chocolate is the answer and some good reading.

hope I will be able to keep on writing tomorrow.

so true: never say a word about your project… seems the world is moving in, to stay.

S. the archer

S. came from the City, she grew as a soldier, the best archer of the Federal Guard.

She had the beauty of a princess: delicate features, a perfect tiny nose and pink full lips to kiss.

She was very tall, tall as the tallest men in the Guard, her body was a muscled skilled machine .

Her eyes were black, so dark you could never guess her thoughts behind, and her blond long hair were as bright as pure gold.

She was a discharged soldier, and she never turned around again.

She was a bounty hunter, never lost a prey.