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Catch 22

Slowly but certain I can feel the curtain Enforcing this burden of a unknown person Chipping away at this display What to say since I’m the prey Words lose meaning feels like I’m dreaming My courage is leaving my body is scheming To abandon hope I just can’t cope With the pressures of upholding vain…

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This one is for you 2

Duae Animea Vita Una You started walking on a path, few tread upon The world’s music means nothing to your song You can dance to the melody your smiles create You two were meant for each other, and I’m no fan of fate But you hold something many wish to gain, more valuable than any…

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It isn’t over

I wrote away my dark, I told away the tears But my inspiration isn’t over yet I penned away my thoughts, I scribbled away my past But my motivation isn’t over yet I illustrated away my pain, I created away my future But my insanity isn’t over yet I made away my regrets, I molded…

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Can you hear him?

Can you hear him whispering behind his window Can you hear the rain tick against the glass ever so slow To remind him that the rain hasn’t stopped for years But the pavement isn’t drenched with water but with blood and tears The revolution has started, and the mob is cold hearted Can’t distinguish friend…

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Born to be alone

Maybe I was born to be alone Did I sleep when hands reached out to me Were my eyes closed when they called out to me Do I have selective hearing Maybe it’s nothing I’m fearing And it’s just who I am Perhaps I’m just a broken man Harboring forgotten pain Or I’m really insane…

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Double Standard

Could it be that honesty met integrity and officially stated that women hate it That men look at their back and judge from that if they should approach her Does logic not occur, doesn’t it make sense that the first sentence of a conversation Shouldn’t be about the booty, or is it just me Could…

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Hiding myself

I cower behind words I know you’ll accept Seek refuge with statements I can easily take back I paint lines on my face to distract you from my eyes Stand in the middle of truth so you won’t suspect my lies Cry false tears of real pain, so you can see I’m hurt Place a…

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A flawed imagination

I’m the most terrible writer alive, I can’t even write a happy piece. In almost all of my stories someone has to die, or get tortured. I read one of my stories and I swear to you I was killing millions of people. And the reason why was to settle a wager. And if I’m…

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