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  • a_gentilischi 1d

    @writersbay I'm not sure if this is compliant with today's prompt, but I squeezed in a lot of definitions ����


    As the light begins to burn in a turbulent sea of tears
    Drowning the harsh heartbreak, quenching the fears
    Turning blind eyes to the cold hearted world's jeers
    Hope is a thousand star bursts, in fate lines that rear

    A fire unfurling in glory like a proud phoenix reborn
    No ashes, no blood, of the heart that was just torn
    Dead wounds turned to scars that refuse to mourn
    Hope sheds the black veils, from a mourner's dawn

    For each heart that is broken, for each painful goodbye
    There's new love to be found in the boundless sky
    Each farewell is the prelude, to a new "hello" or "hi"
    Hope is the reincarnation of yesterday's stricken sigh

    A haunted man stares at the hempen noose he ties
    High on his sorrows and craving the river lethe's lies
    Suddenly, he sees an angel with his dead mother's eyes
    Hope is salvation, beating death's blood curdling cries

    When earth is scarred from all the wars that we waged
    Battered and barren from the all the bullets that raged
    Lives turned to smoke from a putrid plague uncaged
    Hope is a new story, waiting breathlessly to be paged

    Two lost lovers meet after a thousand yearned years
    Separated by a gulf of cruel expectations and leers
    Yet, their eyes catch on each other, their gazes sear
    Hope is the flush warmth that kisses dry their tears

    Hope is a strange thing, a marvel hidden from sight
    A lone candle that burns through the endless night
    Transcending shackles of definitions, black and white
    Dear friend, hope springs eternal, in darkness and light

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  • a_gentilischi 4d


    Come on, baby, buckle up fast
    Yes, I love the new paint job
    This blood red matte
    That makes you so very hungry
    Each morning, when we roll the windows up

    It's okay, honey, you take the wheel
    After all, it's both our lives
    And this is ̶o̶u̶r̶ your home
    You, the driver
    I, the pretty lady
    Not a hair out of place
    Except that one strand that curls to hide
    A bruise that bloomed under the pearl necklace

    Hit the gas, darlin'
    Let's go cruisin' up life
    See those chemtrails in the sky
    Yes, they're right behind us
    'Cus we're above the clouds
    So high that there's no blue
    Just darkness, stained by a few stars

    Ah, we're at the drive-thru.
    I'll order for you. I know what you like.

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    Okay. Now what?

    Skip the speech.
    "̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶o̶n̶d̶e̶r̶f̶u̶l̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶
    I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶
    I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶"̶

    Spare me the bullshit. I know how it goes.

    Hit the brakes
    Here, keep the ring for the next corpse
    I've had enough of drives in your skies
    I'm off to earth
    To make myself happy


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    #broken #free #skydrive #sky #drive

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  • a_gentilischi 5d



  • a_gentilischi 1w

    @mirakee thank you so much for the POD! It's a real honour and a delight. And thank you for everyone who took a moment read this slice of history from my home town.

    Hey, guys. I know it's been a while. Sorry, I couldn't read your magical pieces.
    University has started, so I won't be able to be here as frequently as I used to, but I'll definitely come around as soon as I get some free time. ��
    Thank you for asking @heartsease @fairytales_ @asmita_chakraborty
    I was really touched by the gesture. ������

    And a few words about the Fort.
    This is one of the most stunning vistas in Galle, Sri Lanka, which is incidentally, my home town.


    The old Fort stands
    By the edge of the coast
    As the waves smash against
    Her moss covered stone walls

    Those proud greying walls
    Worn smooth from centuries
    The ruined battlements still remain
    Nestled between the fallen towers
    Where the canons used to stand

    The cannons...
    Oh, the cannons!

    How the fort misses them
    Her own majestic children
    Now all tucked away
    In the dusty alcoves
    Of the unvisited museum

    The clock tower is silent
    It's bells haven't rung in years
    The broken clock face
    Where no one's eyes rest

    What she wouldn't give
    To hear the bells again...

    To feel the resounding heartbeat
    Of the footfalls of marching soldiers
    Upon stone pavements of her skin

    Of course she's heard that war is wrong
    And maybe there's truth in that
    After all, she still hasn't forgotten
    The combined scent of blood and sweat
    That soaked through her earth
    A long, long time ago

    But war has been her life
    The only time she's felt alive
    Her songs mingled with battle cries
    Her soul flying along the crimson standards

    Her own halcyon days
    Written in the ink of battle
    Now nothing remains
    Of those glory days

    Instead, there are crying children
    And flustered mothers buying ice creams
    The regal soldiers at attention
    Replaced with flower filled pavements
    And quaint little tea shops

    The place where the squadron's flag stood
    Rippling in the air with victory
    Is now the backdrop
    For the "#��������������'@��������" selfies

    And still she stands.

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    #time #history #beginning #ending #town
    #home #fort #battle #ramparts #ruins
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  • a_gentilischi 1w


    Your elegant fingers
    Dance on the piano keys
    Like a flock of birds in flight
    Trailing tendrils of molten fire
    Waxing and waning with the ����������
    On my empty, starving sky
    The rich notes and harmonies
    Caress my aching soul
    Satisfying a deep loss
    That I hadn't known to exist in me

    To see the curve of your bared wrist
    Turned in to nacreous gold
    In the dying sunlight
    Exposed and so vulnerable
    In the ���������������� ��������������
    Of a lull between notes

    The hollow that appears
    Between pale blue veins
    When you strike a passionate chord
    Begs for the brush of warm lips
    And the soft sigh that escapes
    When your fingers strain beyond an octave
    Makes my head spin
    And my throat go dry
    With the force of my own feelings

    The fall of ebony curls
    Like dark ink on pale skin
    Body painted with chiaroscuro
    Is a fresco in its own right
    That I could stare at for ����������
    Till forever comes and goes

    I do not know what I love most
    These melancholy sonatas that you play
    In silver strains of ���������� ������������
    Or the cleverly suppressed smile
    On your rosebud mouth

    A young Bacchus resplendent in glory
    That even the great Caravaggio*
    Would tear his canvas in jealousy

    And I am rooted to the spot
    Robbed of movement and speech
    Lost in your music
    Lost in you

    Bacchus is the roman god of wine and revelry. He's often depicted as a beautiful young man, especially in one of the works by Caravaggio*, which I refer to here.

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    #music #love #life #light #beauty #melody
    #melancholy #evenings #art #bacchus

    Happy belated birthday wishes, Tammy! ����������������

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  • a_gentilischi 2w



  • a_gentilischi 2w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much, for the lovely repost. You guys are amazing! ��


    Who was it that said
    That you must always fall ��������
    Why not up?
    Or for that matter, Sideways?

    When did your mind
    Become a slave to gravity?
    Were you so pleased with the experience
    Of your body being in its thrall
    That you needed to have it extended
    To your brain, as well?

    Why shackle yourself
    To the crumbling ruins
    Of a pebble in the sky
    When there are a million stars
    Whose light is yet to reach you?

    Why are you content
    With staring up at the sky
    Till your neck muscles ache
    And it's time to cook dinner?
    The same dinner you've cooked
    For all these nights

    So that you can fall in to bed
    And dream and dream
    Bright technicolour visions
    Only to wake up
    To the dull shades of grey
    And puddles of rain on the pavement

    Why not climb to the cliff edge
    That you visited just yesterday
    And the day before
    And the day before that too

    Why not fall ����?
    Or for that matter, ����������������?

    And see the difference.


    By "Pebble in the sky", I refer to the earth itself, lost in a wide universe.
    The phrase is actually the title of a book by Isaac Asimov, one of my favourite Science fiction writers.

    2021.04. 01
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  • a_gentilischi 2w



  • a_gentilischi 2w



  • a_gentilischi 2w


    Turmoil of the city is too much for the sober to bear
    So the sun took its leave, ushering inebriated evening air
    A sliver of lecherous moon shines, sky's gleaming tear
    And as I lean on a cold lamp post, I can only stare

    To stare, in this city, of course, there are countless things
    As the people scuttle hurriedly, and a mobile rings
    In the corner of a shop's radio, Lana Del Ray sings
    Her "Pawn Shop Blues", and my own aching heart stings

    Yes, my heart still bleeds slowly , but is it only me?
    These pedestrians look morose, as MY weary eyes see
    Brittle smiles mustered for a wobbly "go, say cheese!"
    We're all underpaid actors in life's twisted travesty

    One cries over lost love, and a betrayal, that hit hard
    Another thirsts for words, he is the dead muse's bard
    A frail old woman clutches a damp "get well" card
    In everyone's heart, I realise, there's a well placed shard

    Our loves and heartbreaks, bitter failures and foes
    That drain our lives in to the chaos of withered woes
    They fade from us when we're in time's trembling throes
    Like red velvet curtains going down, after the theatre's shows

    They maybe forgotten or erased out of the mangled mind
    Euthanasia for memories, in a grand gesture so kind
    But long gone pains and pleasures that once shined
    Are etched within the whole city for staring eyes to find

    In daytime they're unclear, a fragile and elusive sight
    Only becoming audible in the crowded bustle of the night
    Time's marks revealed on bodies, under soft lamp light
    The city in these dark, solitary evenings, is a story so bright


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