Writer's redemption

melancholy on the wall
cast by the muted shadows
your soul is shapeless
recalling exestence
hungry for defeat
in the candlelight luster of burnt metaphors
vision is reinvented, a bleeding butterfly
flutters and is decanted in the corners
the moan of a thousand violins gauzes the air
you listen yet you fail.
conjuring the inimagined
seeking to hear the voices of poe, homer and joaquin
deafening prose and history, leaving marks
as that of falling rain, becomes legible
and surrenders; blood or sweat?
you ask for forgiveness from meaning
from words in alphabetical symmetry
in the silence of your thoughts
deep within the flooded jungles
you stare past beyond the transparent
and yes you remember
you remember all of this
at the wake of your mortality

i wrote this when i was kinda angry with a friend, though i already forgave her
its really self explanatory though

“Escaping vendetta”



You murmured to the wind
Your secrets, the meaning of your soul
And watched it consume the pallid flame in your eyes
Like your rivers drowned in melancholy
And betrayal
--the smile on your lips has disappeared
Vendetta lies within

The tears from your eyes
Reflects the scorn you feel
Like a river in an unhampered flow
Full of voiceless stones
; desiring vendetta
In disdain of a friend’s duplicity
--the wind could no longer carry the ashes of your soul

Is there a graceful way escaping this?
Your rivers have dried up
Consuming itself in its own melancholy
Washing out the ashes of your soul
--your heart is full of voiceless stones
Surfacing betrayal, scorn and shattered amity
Failing to unearth
The crux of your vendetta

Again I ask
For a graceful way escaping this
-- Betrayal
-- Scorn
-- Vendetta

forever in silence

I wrote this when me and my girlfriend had a fight




“Forever in silence”
By: Paolo Macariola


We could spend forever like this
In silence, in relapse
I don’t want to hear you say
What my character means
Like in some outdated fairytale

I would watch you
Not looking into your eyes
Feeling my core surrender
All the while knowing,
How you never understood my glances

Do you know what you mean?
Tell me, what do we mean anyway?
Or what will happen if rain falls upwards?
You really are everything
Even if time falls backwards

In some certain parts of meaning
Numb is defined as lack of feeling
Did you feel my warm breath?
I am soaked from the rain
Pouring from the deep well of my heart

Again must I ask?
If you wanted to spend forever like this.