Author: MatteoDonisi

I want to leave my mark
Carve my initials in a tree
Break a window of a house
Spill paint on the sidewalk
Spray paint my name on a wall
But no matter what nothing will last
Everything eventually fades
The tree will die
The house will cave in
The sidewalk will crack to rubble
The paint will fade away
No matter how much i try
Nothing will last forever
Graves lose their words
Cities sink into the ground
Nature takes back everything

An Ode to rain

A symphony on my rooftop plays
lulling me into dreamy haze,
quietly before the crescendo of giants bowling out my window
Oh how I love the rain in all it’s thunder

What once was desolate desert swarms life
Put ease to natures pain and strife
Quenched eternal thirst below earth’s seeds begin to grow
Oh how I love rain the way it nurtures

Tree leaves drip heavens sweet elixir
Droplets drip drop collect swell
Fresh earth, Petrichor my favorite smell

Roads grow slick, steer, slip, then slide
Crooked cars crash then collide
Silly people in a rush go here and there
Don’t consider rain has a death stare

Amidst the trees and rustling leaves,
Nature’s vibe, it truly weaves,
The birds that chirp, the breeze that blows,
Outside’s the place where peace just grows.

The sunbeams dance on grassy ground,
The flowers bloom, they all astound,
From mountains high to rivers wide,
Nature’s beauty, nowhere to hide.

It’s where I feel so truly free,
No stress, no fuss, just lil’ ol’ me,
With every step, a calming sound,
Nature’s love, it can be found.

The cold breeze,
Always makes me feel at ease,
With the calming silent nights,
Which always proves why nature is right.

It comes in waves.
Not here forever,
but never really gone.

It lurks around the corner.
Watching.
Waiting.

and right when you think you’re safe,
you think you’re free,
believe it’s finally left you alone,

that’s when it jumps out,
catches you off-guard,
throws you off your feet,

throws you back into
the deep, dark hole
that is your mind.

It traps you in there
like a caged bird,

swallows you
like a star lost in the universe,

beats you
like the ocean beats at the shore,

over and over.

It hurts,
and it haunts.

hides
and seeks

And it never leaves.
Never.

It can’t.

because it’s yours,
and you are it’s.

I don’t know if you remember me,
I know of you.
Pero no te conozco a ti.

I tend to think about you
With hope…
Esa vez que te descubrí,
You convinced me
That there could be a friend
Behind those eyes.

Regretful encounter,
No conoceré a ese amigo.
We won’t travel to each others sides
of the room, of the salón,of the class.
I don’t own any room of your mind,
you settle down in mine.

Es extraño, todo esto.
We’ve never gifted each other a word,
Aunque ha pasado tanto tiempo.
What a strange rule…
I guess it is what it is.
We barely exist.

The owls are the guardians of the moon
As they stand with composure, serenity, and grace
Keeping the forsaken moon company
Red and purple meteors crashing before them
But they are not afraid
They are blessed
Confined in their solitariness
Not another being for thousands of miles
They stand as still as a rock
They wait
Coldness hugs their feathered bodies
But they still feel warm
As they are the ones who get to look after the tender moon
The black sun shines upon them
The guardians don’t feel alone
Instead, they feel great gratitude to be able to care
For something so precious and gentle
They sit
For they know that they are needed

If you were to leave me now, the glass I cling to with a hardened stare would shatter
And kill us both
We are equally entrapped
Entranced
On either side
Of a bounded mirror of embrace
Although my grip is fading
My gaze pierces yours
I refuse to break the path between our eyes
I know why
You,
Are me,
If I were loved
Your eyes are mine,
If I were beautiful
Your smile could be my own, if my soul held such vibrant colors
I can whisper comforts of tender praise
To hear an echo
Reflecting
It’s what I live for
All I can live for
And have
You and me
Or us
And our barrier of frail narcissist disgust
There is no us without
Only an imaginary room
Filled with filth stained truths
That steer away my dream like perception
Of beauty love and youth
I have never broke our locked fixation
Or dared to peak inside
That stale repugnant room
Hidden deep inside my mind
For I fear I’ll find a different mirror
Apart from our sweet lie
And I’ll see the ugly, aching child of my haunted alienation
Detached from vain and foolish make believe
No
I would rather captivate my ignorance
I will cling to this mirror until it breaks
For it is my lifeline
So please,
Don’t leave me shattered.

The solitude it stands, a tree so tall,
Its branches weeping, leaves in a slow fall.
A heart once whole, now shattered, lies,
Yet within its roots, hope softly sighs.

Each ring tells a tale of love now lost,
Whispers of pain, like autumn’s frost.
Yet, with every sunrise, a chance to mend,
A broken heart, a sorrow to transcend.

Through seasons of sorrow, it bravely sways,
Branches reaching for brighter days.
Raindrops fall like tears from above,
Nourishing the soil, a symbol of love.

Blossoms bloom, a gentle rebirth,
Healing whispers carried by the earth.
The tree, a silent poet of grief,
Find solace in the breeze, a subtle relief.

As time unfurls, scars begin to fade,
A testament to strength, to love remade.
The tree, a mirror of the heart’s sweet pain,
Slowly heals, as sunlight breaks the chain.

I wither.
I wither well, with wonderful visions of water and blood,
And now I sink.
My words stand as mountains and I live in the valleys.
Your words are stone slabs that break me with every alliteration.
My lives live at the bottom in a desert and cry blessed blood that turns the sand into ash.

A red and black serpent a mile long and a red wood thick turns the sky black and circles my head and pierces my soul with its left eye.

I recognize that serpent.

It has your look.
It has your words.
It has your “faith”.
It has your tendencies.

If I move, it will surely end my cursed life.
If I engage with its eyes, it will hurt me more.
If I utter my grievances, it will hiss its terrible voice.

Don’t let it see who you are.
Don’t let it into your cosmos.

Kill the snake.

With your own words.
With your own strength gained from its hiss.

Carve a path of your own through its dense, thick fog.
Carve your own gilded words into the obsidian without fear of its hammer.
Carve it with the care and passion it never had.

Break the promises it forced you to keep.
Break the window with your flung bag out of rage.
Break the cycle it wants you to perpetuate, oh so much.

And there I lay, in the valleys, peering up at the amber sky dotted with wispy specters of clouds reflecting brilliant shades of pink and red as the sun slowly sinks to the earth’s side and engages with its lips.

The golden light shines on my face and turns my vision white, and in that land I rest easy.

Two Houses, two phones,
two kitchens, two homes,
two couches where I stay,
two couches where I lay.

House to house every day,
house to house I never stay.
I live two lives with two provided dogs and two coincided worlds.
Envy creeps up my skin like vines when I see those nuclear families.

I wish to live that Nuclear Life with
Those picketed fences and inhibited homes.
I wish to live that nuclear life with
a happy dad and his loving wife.
I wish to live that nuclear life with
One house, One phone,
One kitchen, One home.