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Best Poems Written by Santo Di Peccato

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the willow tree

my mind is fogged up, 
my brain cannot process
the movement of body, 
my muscles are useless.

i feel like im drunk - it's just probably stress..
my vision is worse, my mind is a mess..
im trying to get my feet on the ground,
but i fail every time when i try to reach down.

the morning is shred by me, many times,
as i try to regret the things that i've done.
but i cannot undo them, they're all in the past.
the remedy's nowhere, how long will it last?

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drawbacks

there's something there, that draws me in,
like a mosquito to a flame. 
my sorrow blooms, it swells away
so swiftly - keeping me at bay.

i glance back at the dark - see nothing.
if i approach, then - it will vanish.
the graveyard seeps; it's of my words,
it feels like losing in a game of cards.

that light i followed, is now lost.
where is it, when, i need it most?
i sit and gaze into my home;
the darkness – in which, i was born.

it gives me flowers, forgive me not,
they're toxic, but– that's what i'm worth.
you teach me wine, but what are you?
the pieces of advice are few.

what is so precious to the heart?
why is it staring my soul out?
the ravens flying back and forth,
meandering from west to north.

you ceased to shine: the somber feeling
is eating me slowly, and alive.
you live in heaven, but where is mine?
there is no light, it's all gone now.

i know, perceive:
why hesitate? its all the same.
the pain of mine, it fades away.
it's crumbling, suffering, 
grip, command— screams...

the world collapses under our feet,
the end of life, that i don't fear.
the promise you gave me then,
did not last long, but i'm still here.

we scream, we cry, and weep,
we build the world, we're called weak.
the lives we build are on our bones,
on hyacinths, and silent woes.

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gentle death

it's chilly,
it's tense,
the morning i saw you
lay down on the floor–
i meant to annoy you...

my voice was choked up,
i couldn't shout out.
the voices i heard
were getting too loud.

it's noisy,
it's dead.
it lays on the floor,
it's asking for help
behind closed door.

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longing

i hear crickets in my heart.
feeling tired–
i tore apart the body
off the lonely mind,
the voices crawling from inside.

the voices deep, so sad and low,
i couldn't hear your words above,
i had to hide, stay quiet, pray.
there is no path to peace, 
no way.

the crickets chirping in my heart
now lie down quiet, 
torn-apart.
i wish i'd never had the chance 
to cry it all out in your arms.

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drugs

they're funny,
but not always
like that.

they're laughing,
but sometimes
its hard.

it's so touching 
to see them
collapse.

i'd stop them,
but they would
get mad.

they're diving
so deep;
they can't breathe.

they're gasping
for air -
getting weed.

they're flying
above,
in the skies.

they're here,
but really-
they're gone.

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bermuda triangle

running in circles,
after you took my compass.
now where do i go?

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children

oh dear,
what a lovely day was it, wasn't it?
running across the sea, 
flying through the gates and castles, 
keeps of fears and madness...
growing the pretty flowers of your own.

oh love, 
watching you fall from the skies like a meteor shower,
the glistering petals dancing in the air,
the gemstones left of you, and—
the smell of fresh, summer rain...

oh child, 
how to stop the time? 
how to stay in this sole, breathtaking moment?
how to keep you here?
you and i had an agreement...
please, oh please,
just yet, just a while,
please don't go away...

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a clam cracked open

you want the commitment,
you want to be loved -
though, you need to know me,
in order for this to work out.

i need to be free,
to not clutch my wings,
do you understand me?
that's all that i need.

don't keep me updated,
don't share any words,
i'm easily bored,
that's all that i want.

shut up, keep it quiet.
don't say anything more.
i'm not interested 
in none of your lore.

move on, just accept it,
i wont always be there,
as you're deciding 
what to reply with.

but would you change your history?
would you do the impossible,
or continue to bore me?

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balance

"let's play hide and seek!"

the moment you're gone,
was the last thing i wanted.
we were both on a plank,
and that's how it ended.