How unsatisfyingly dull
it must be
to have every penny
idly played out.

© living in verses

“Привет мамочка, как дела?”
Così iniziano sempre le telefonate,
Con gli amici che si divertono a imitare.
Questo periodo è un po’ disagevole, è vero.
Lontana da te, dalla famiglia,
Lontana dagli abbracci che mi fanno riprendere fiato;
Lontana dalla vulnerabilità che a volte vorrei manifestare,
Ma non posso.
Devo rimanere forte, come mi hai insegnato tu:
La donna più forte che conosca, la mia più grande ispirazione.
Auguri a te, ma sappi che ti festeggerei tutti i giorni,
E nonostante la distanza sono lì con voi,


© living in verses

(Happy Mother’s Day y’all!)

To channel all sensitivity through music;
Crying, silently screaming at walls;
To resurface as a stronger self;
Twilight being the protective aura.

© living in verses

(I found my voice and power through music and I will never stop dedicating verses to it. I used to be emotionally fragile and naïve but, believe it or not, listening to my favorite music and abandoning myself to the words that come to my mind has helped me in an extraordinary way. I hope you find (or have already found) your voice and source of strength too, because when you do, you feel as if you have been asleep all this time, and finally start living.)

I am gradually becoming a better,
finer version of myself.
So much has happened since those verses,
which still torment my reveries,
Many victories, as well as provocations;
Yet there is plenty to achieve;
However gratifying it is to concede that
where once I saw fog,
now I see fragrant gleams.
Where once I felt imprisoned
within the endginess of my own flesh,
today I feel a breeze of liberation.

© living in verses

(I finally found the courage to write a sort of a reply to a previously published poem of mine, which still makes me cry a little whenever I read it. Here is the link:

I tell things to the stars
And hope to hit the right one

© living in verses

(I think that there is nothing else to add. Sometimes, less words mean more. I lost someone very dear to me, seven years ago. This should be enough.)

I was blinded by the hate of me,
The weakness of my fibers;
Meant to bridle defects solo,
To manifest myself tomorrow.

© living in verses

(I am a very introspective person by nature. A couple of years ago, I used to have low self esteem and complete chaos in my mind. The mind is a powerful thing, that can be both wholesome and lethal. Each of us has to focus more on self-acknowledgement, mental health, and inner peace. This is quite a journey, I dare say. I feel as if I climbed entire mountain ranges to achieve that, and I am not even close to the finish line! Besides, I believe that the finish line is unreachable, but one has to get on the right track at least.

This platform is becoming more and more important to me with every poem I publish and every post I read. It helped me in an inexplicable way to become the woman I am today. The maturity, wisdom, self-love and love for others I gained from it are uncountable. To think that only a couple of years ago, I felt lost, eyes empty, and the body numb; I felt detached from reality and had no objectives or stimuli that would keep my head straight. Everything started to change because I decided to finally take control of my life. Our lives are our concern and ours only. Success, friendship, love, will come eventually, but the healing has to start from within ourselves. We have to learn to appreciate the persons we are, improve the aspects we want, defeat insecurities, turn them into powerful assets, and display all of that proudly once ready.

I rarely add comments to back up my poems, because I am more comfortable with sharing my experiences and feelings through concise creative writing. This time, I wanted to add something more and perhaps inspire someone.)