The poetry of a borderline mind (Marcella Boccia)
Impossibile aggiungere al carrello
Puoi avere soltanto 50 titoli nel carrello per il checkout.
Riprova più tardi
Riprova più tardi
Rimozione dalla Lista desideri non riuscita.
Riprova più tardi
Non è stato possibile aggiungere il titolo alla Libreria
Per favore riprova
Non è stato possibile seguire il Podcast
Per favore riprova
Esecuzione del comando Non seguire più non riuscita
The poetry of a borderline mind (Marcella Boccia)
-
Letto da:
-
Di:
A proposito di questo titolo
I am the edge,where thoughts are sharp as glass,a thin line between light and shadow,walking the razor’s edge,where the world spins fasterthan I can breathe.My mind is a storm—whirling, spiraling,a thousand winds in a single thought.I don’t know where the sky endsand the earth begins—it’s all one tangled mess of sensation,a flickering light in a storm of darkness.I live in the gaps,in the space between words,where silence screams louderthan anything you’ll ever say.Where love is a hurricaneand hurt a soft whisperthat never stops echoingin the hollow of my bones.I can taste the fireand feel the cold in my marrow,I am the spark and the ash,the breath and the suffocation,the light and the darkness,all at once.You cannot hold mebecause I am the wind,slipping through your fingers,just when you think you’ve caught me.I am the song of the sea,never staying in one place,always a shadow in the distance,always yearning to be more,yet never quite reaching it.I paint the sky with my words,splattering the canvas of my mindwith shades you don’t understand,with hues that burn and freeze,with scars that never heal.I write poems on the back of my skin,carving stories into my flesh,because there are no walls,only open space,where my thoughts are both too loudand too quiet at once.I am the poetry of the storm,the chaos in the stillness,the beauty of the broken.A borderline mind,forever caught betweenwho I am and who I could be—always longing for the truth,but never finding itin a world that won’t let me breathe.I am the poemyou can never quite finish,the verse that lingerslong after the page turns,the one that haunts youeven when you think you’ve forgotten.For I am the poetry of a borderline mind—wild, untamed,and always, always,unfurling.
Ancora nessuna recensione