Satanic Path
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This is my first poem in English, I don't even know if my words might make any sense.
Sorry if you don't understand anything...if so, the clergy can delete this topic.
I think one's "talent" can be used as a form of love towards the Gods, this is what I'm trying to do.
In the case you don't know, I like to write stories/books and poems, mostly in my mother tongue: Italian.
I wish I were born in an english family, so that my works could be aimed at a bigger community.
When I get the money I need, all my work will be translated in english so that I can have a "chance" in life.
My language is not like yours: there are so many choices when talking about rhymes.
Anyway, I love english and I wish I were good enough to write my books in this beautiful language.
Again: Dear HPs and HPss, if my "poem" is incompreehnsible, please delete my topic.
I met him
loved him under a willow
he told me to be brave
run away from the shallow
as moths crave
his secrets
We married
at midnight
and dark was bright
night won't be the blight
of those who see
those who seek
butterfly kisses on my cuts
caresses kiss my bruises
He was the muse
I was his
It felt scary
when the men came
in my flesh a flame
in my eyes no shame
For I knew
stars had no fault
love was love
in our eden
in our hell
among broken tears
and deaf ears
love will still be
tomorrow
So I say to you:
Underneath this sky
never we shall thrive
And those who shrive
they are lost
Sorry if you don't understand anything...if so, the clergy can delete this topic.
I think one's "talent" can be used as a form of love towards the Gods, this is what I'm trying to do.
In the case you don't know, I like to write stories/books and poems, mostly in my mother tongue: Italian.
I wish I were born in an english family, so that my works could be aimed at a bigger community.
When I get the money I need, all my work will be translated in english so that I can have a "chance" in life.
My language is not like yours: there are so many choices when talking about rhymes.
Anyway, I love english and I wish I were good enough to write my books in this beautiful language.
Again: Dear HPs and HPss, if my "poem" is incompreehnsible, please delete my topic.
I met him
loved him under a willow
he told me to be brave
run away from the shallow
as moths crave
his secrets
We married
at midnight
and dark was bright
night won't be the blight
of those who see
those who seek
butterfly kisses on my cuts
caresses kiss my bruises
He was the muse
I was his
It felt scary
when the men came
in my flesh a flame
in my eyes no shame
For I knew
stars had no fault
love was love
in our eden
in our hell
among broken tears
and deaf ears
love will still be
tomorrow
So I say to you:
Underneath this sky
never we shall thrive
And those who shrive
they are lost
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