Poet

[caterinaprisciandaro]

Ten cents coin, lust and love.

I want it all, redemption from hell, as I wish to fall into it Up, up, to be in the center Down, down, to be up And in the center, below And in the center, grey, I'm not interested All I want it all Lust, greed, everything Nothing is something Something is nothing I want to find a love as alive as the hell itself where I was for so long, where I had everything Perhaps you could save me But down, up, not in the center Down, to be up Because still, I dream of flying, of becoming air, and, there are only two ways to reach you Love or lust Ten cents coin Tell me Which one will kill me first?

[caterinaprisciandaro]

They that say loving means caring and blindness

They that say loving is putting yourself last

But truly loving is holding their joy in the palm of your hands, aware either may break or perhaps keep it last

Shadow or blaze

Destruction or building a vital bond

At the palm in your hands

Truly loving is not blindless, it’s seeing for the first time

Truly loving is your physical body longing for the warmth of that body you suddenly felt compelled, to give your all without no explanation and no expectation

To not be able to breath is both souls aren’t at peace

To wake up from a nightmare deafening that name of their being

Because you’re just not yours no more, you belong to that love you once ignore, leaving you with no more choice than to surrender to the shore

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Unreachable

All the emptiness inside my head and all those spirits in my brain consuming me with a reality I once was going to regret never fail me to prepare me for the harshened truth that I’ll never be the same

To reach the sky and never look back

To lose consciousness is my sweet design

The longing for something I could have kills me because I know I’ll always have this emptiness inside

I can’t fully fathom what I’m longing for, but deeply inside I crave more just a touch, more than euphoria, more than peace, more than what this world can give me

So I’m left with waves of melancholia that come after laughter, just waves.. but nobody realizes, those waves are my tears.

Inalcanzable

Todo el vacío dentro de mi cabeza y todos esos espíritus en mi cerebro que me consumen con una realidad de la que alguna vez me iba a arrepentir nunca dejan de prepararme para la dura verdad de que nunca seré el mismo.

Para alcanzar el cielo y nunca mirar atrás

Perder el conocimiento es mi dulce designio.

El anhelo por algo que podría tener me mata porque sé que siempre tendré este vacío dentro

No puedo comprender completamente lo que anhelo, pero en lo más profundo de mi ser anhelo más que solo un toque, más que euforia, más que paz, más de lo que este mundo puede darme.

Entonces me quedo con oleadas de melancolía que vinieron después de la risa, solo oleadas.. pero nadie se da cuenta, esas oleadas son mis lágrimas.

[caterinaprisciandaro]

Medicine

Waking up again

Just another other sunny day

But the sunshine seems to fade away

And as your text pops up once again

I wish you to have a better day

Oh, how I wish you cared

To love me and not use me instead

But you’re too busy with her

That my heart might explode someday

I still wish you better days

‘Cause I know I might die soon some day

You seem like an ordinary man

But inside you’re just like the rest of them

So tell me, how come I feel this way?

It’s a curse to love you taste

I’m troubled and it makes no sense

‘Cause I know you can’t feel the same

And in your sheets I wish to be burned, take a handful of pills, don’t pick up the phone again

Disappear and fade away

Your touch I know it’s just a game, but I game I love to play

In this darkness of this world of hell, come over watch me end this pain

It’ll all just go away

And in your sheets I’ll burn myself.

Jugando con fuego

Despertar de nuevo

Solo otro día soleado

Pero el sol parece desvanecerse

Mientras tu texto aparece una vez más

Deseo que tengas un mejor día

Oh, como desearía que te importara

Para amarme y no usarme en su lugar

Pero estás demasiado ocupado con ella.

Que mi corazón podría explotar algún día

Todavía te deseo mejores días

Porque sé que algún día podría morir pronto

Pareces un hombre común y corriente.

Pero por dentro eres como el resto de ellos.

Entonces dime, ¿por qué me siento así?

Es una maldición amar tu sabor.

Estoy preocupado y no tiene sentido.

Porque sé que no puedes sentir lo mismo

Y en tus sábanas deseo quemarme, tómate un puñado de pastillas, no volver a coger el teléfono.

Desaparecer y desvanecerse

Tu toque, sé que es solo un juego, pero juego, me encanta jugar

En esta oscuridad de este mundo del infierno, ven y mírame terminar con este dolor.

Todo simplemente desaparecerá

Y en tus sábanas me quemaré.

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Ilusion and destruction

Longing for deep emotion I need your devotion

Fallen into the absorption of an absolute destruction

Always thought I was indestructible

End of stories depraved of glory

All the wrong things keep feeding me with deep illusion that at the end will make me sick

I thought lust would kill me and in the end I was wrong, my skin’s still warm and my heart seems to be beating, because I eventually understood that death is only for the lucky ones

Ilusión y destrucción

Anhelando una emoción profunda, necesito tu devoción.

Caído en la absorción de una destrucción absoluta

Siempre pensé que era indestructible

Fin de las historias depravadas de gloria.

Todas las cosas malas me siguen alimentando con una profunda ilusión que al final me enfermará.

Pensé que la lujuria me mataría y al final me equivoqué, mi piel aún está caliente y mi corazón parece latir, porque al final entendí que la muerte es sólo para los afortunados.

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Glorification

Liberation, commonly known as possession, instead of freedom, you must be searching for redemption Madness, dimensionally beautiful, yet very far from grace.

Hatred you lack, to leave the pain behind.. But still I see you crawling and even in the deepest corners of your mind, that you’re still trying to learn how to walk when in reality you just know how to fly and you just grew accustomed to the madness of the fall.

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Reproduction

With every line towards the back of you head and every sip when you are staring to death, and the way you close the top, the way your hands shake as you take them close to your lips, the way you sniff and sometimes bleed, the way you cut up the files so you damage your nasal cavity for the last time, the way your eyes wonder lost when you finally feel awake, and your hair, they way your hair falls through your face.. a smile is reproduction, but leads the way, the way your scarred legs still take you there and the way you move freely as you fall deeply, up, down, the center, non-existent, the way the leaves and the grass hold you and the way you reproduce the smile once more, fooling nature and the sublime, crossing lines, never paths, leaves you wondering where’s the pass.. blood flows, adrenaline rush and you.. reproduction.

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Starvation, devotion and possession

I wanna live again, sucked in I am in this darkness hole, once again I find some faith 

That kind of faith that doesn’t stay

That kind of faith that’s false as hell

Turning back without realizing that I’m going back to old patterns 

I am here sitting in front of the tv shut 

Looking at a reflection that I thought I killed

I’m back in madness 

I’m in love with sadness 

I want destruction blood and devotion I want to starve a peace of mind so that It could be my sweet design 

Cuts and love and pills bruises all be healed 

I can only write and look inside this art when I start to lose my mind

Sweet starvation becomes sweeter the possession 

Submerge my head under the water holding my hair back for once I am not drowning 

The sweetest temptation is my evil aggression

The dried tangible things I do not wish to ever see

Making a melody of a thought making a script of a thong making love just to show the hate buried in your tunnels full of dust

We the cold unreachable beings crave more sensory experiences than the broken full of fear

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Agony

Not even in the deepest parts of hell you’ll find a tunnel as empty as your spirit when you’re lacking that brew, just like a demon craves blood, you suck your thumb and for every breath you take and angel dies and fades away. 

You pierce your eyes as you’re seeing through a new dimension one that you’ll regret in a new cry for an intervention, you grab a piece of your hair and your wonder if is this really yourself but who else can become this way? your fingers pressing down the wall, agony, your shadow, feet on the ground, head on the clouds, touch the ceiling, touching the fire, maybe that way you’ll find, you’re just another wandering shadow.

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Exhausted of playing

Exhausted of playing with this swords with no arrows,gonna give my heart a break, leave it to the other girls to play, cause I've been in danger too long.

Cuts in blood won't break my bones and stitches won't heal my soul. physical body means no hell, you can hurt me and I can hurt you can back but the stardusts in the sky, will know I’m right 

Pain I feel and I carry on

You're just a mortal with guilt and slit, who can't sleep at night thinking of those you killied 

Mortal, Mortal, MortaL get the end, you're nothing but far from a hero gem you once created 

I’ll continue walking straight, as that's the only way a pleasure creature that. charms with lust, gets away with what she wants 

Indestructible pain makes you a stone, nobody can reach me anymore.

The sympathy and empathy, those are just all some of the games we play.

And for those who still believe in love, my condolences.

[pathologising]

[caterinaprisciandaro]

i need to get all of this out of my chest aka i need to swallow a bottle of pills

[caterinaprisciandaro]

Make some room one day I might need to lay, still I might stay no tears I want you to shed, as in peace I will remain, my psyche racing head may someday decay, for my own peace I’ll have to lay. Still I will remain and there will no tears left to shed.

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Her hands pressing down her face, tired of feeling the same

The dilemma was always repressed, but ironically she knew what to do best

No salt water to taste

No bloody sight to face

Just an empty shelf on a scale, yearning for affection, isolated with no complextion

Another brew she takes just to get away from her obsession.

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Absent

Fractions.. fractions of a moment, captured only by an eye.. in order to be free you need to push the buttom.. push it.. you may find yourself or you may lose yourself. Am I losing it? It's all in you. It's just fractions of a moment that might or really, never come back.

Lose yourself in the fraction of this moment, ecstasy, horror, euphoria, agony.. all of it together, creating a beautiful chaos.

[caterinaprisciandaro]

I don’t know if it was the taste of your tongue or the feeling of your fingertips, maybe the smell of your skin or the way you talk or even the way you move when you say something, perhaps your lips touching my skin or watching yours arms wrapped around me but you captivated me from the moment I met you.

I knew I should’ve stayed far from your scent because I love your scent, I adore your scent, your beard, your belly, your nails, the way you felt like a missing puzzle while it all felt whole inside of me.

I feel your fingertips in every human being.

It’s still hard to readjust to the life before I met you, before I loved you, if I could write you back here, it would be my best work.

I need amnesia to forget you, all this pills to erase you, wash this all down with no patience, all I need is to forget you.

[nightlyquotes]

“Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.”

— Will Graham, Hannibal