Tiziana Arnone

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I have got used
To turn at the same corner,
To sleep on the same side,
To leave you
Just to ease the weight of my heart,
for a while.
Mean person,
who needs
to breathe for swimming in this sea of solitude.
You tell me you wanted to stay.
I chose for you,
against you,
fearing to break again something you…

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You won the prize.
The most coveted.
I let you go.
My hands are red and sore from holding.
I conceived the most bitter awareness.
I let you go.
Stop pretending,
Stop realizing all the missing details, the ones that make the difference. Always.
You cannot draw blood from a turnip.
I let you go.
The lighthouse,
the land,
the sea…

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free verse

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Of a happy tiredness.
I left the ice cream to melt.
Hidden under a blanket,
Not to hear my thoughts.
Waiting for the darkness.
Crumpled as paper for a kitten to play,
I stay here to wait
Time goes by.
I stay here
Waiting for this strength to find
The way to the sea.
My gut is glowing.
The mind…

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I make the heart square, more than the circle,
for I need the sharpened imperfection
of the heart, not of the eternal return of the circle.
Lines are lapping the hills of the heart,
where I place heartbeats and yearnings.
Stright lines but not split
To contain excesses and reassure assaults.
Lines are the borders of the…

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Inside of me
there is a little girl
not able to grow up.
Still and forever
Phaedra interrogates Medea
in the absence of Zephyrus.
It is freezing or hot: half measures are not allowed.
Inside of me
there are:
a pouring confusion,
the circle left opened,
the door ajar,
the enthusiasm toward tomorrow without any substance, within a thirst for the future…

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I am a word:
I subvert, urge and flatten,
I plague, hearten and disown.
I offend, touch down and love.
I hate and debase.
I am cruel
And
I regret: afterwards, however.
When the damage is a chasm to be filled with the swallowing void.
I look for forgiveness: alone, it is not worth it.
You need for atonement.
And then…

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I see the fruit of others’ hands,
then I distribute
my dreams
on a shelf
because the dust
can cover them up better: the illusion of fresh air.
I take one of it
Blowing as a spell
And it seems to shine
With a glowing sparkle
That burns
The hands,
that are opening
and letting it go,
fall over the floor.
The eyes ignore it…

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The day before
There was not any waiting of the day.
Any tremor turned off when
It becomes evident there wouldn’t have been any tremor
The morning was that of the shared years.
Continuing eating biscuits but in need of bread.
Discontinuation.
Barricaded against the invisible enemy
That one
You can not say: mislove
Your Honour, I am guilty, too.
The…

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Tiziana Arnone

Tiziana Arnone

“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com