LOST AND GONE

I'm moving in circles

and mark my wounds

in a golden and lonely afternoon

dreaming to reach my beloved moon

knowing this desire

belong to the fool.

I wasted my time chasing my illusions

and buried my heart with disillusion

a grave made of marble

in a temple beyond recall

when all my tears were so long gone.

© Diana Mistera 6.8.2012

FOREBODING SENSE OF EMPTINESS

Those days are like an empty show
where I entertain my shadows
When do I know when is right
to let you go or,
where I belong.

Shadows I entertain my shadows
playing chess with my ghost
a game thas is already lost.
Shadows, I entertain my shadows
and into the shadows I go.

I don't hear you anymore
my pain
is always an opened door
there's no reason to feel sorry for
just hold still for.

© Diana Mistera 21.7.2012

NEW-BORN

Dreams are falling

hit the floor

without no one catching them.
Shapes are fading
disappearing
into the metamorphosis of times.
Time for healing
and come out into the sun
knowing that it will not
burning me to ashes
but leading me to the light
to new dreams
to a new beginning
to the new side of me.

© Diana Mistera 13.7. 2012

FLAWS

Emotions escaped like falling chords from my heart
flaws are running fast in the giant mirror
escaping into the marble wall
is it really me what it reflected?
I can't stop them
why they are running so fast?
All in a sudden I step into the dark
and I am vanishing
everything around me fall in pieces
leaving behind only dust
and thousands of memories without an owner anymore.

© Diana Mistera 27.6.2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Happy Birthday dear Marian!

DIANA'S WISE MOMENTS N.2

...And there are those moments that you miss somebody so much that your brain goes in a sort of  blackout; you don't know where you belong anymore...then you sit and wait to resume your sanity somehow, waiting for the next time..knowing that it will happen again...hoping it will be as late as possible can be...

D.M. 19.05.2012

A POEM ON VIDEO

I have done my own chanel in youtube, this is my first attempt to make a video of one of my poem.
All rights reserved to Diana Mistera for Bloodlust poem.
Pictures are taken from the web.
Music: For You HIM.

Enjoy!

I love it! <3

Diana's wise minute

...There is the bad side and the good side of the memory...it depends always which kind of memory obsesses you...

(C) Diana Mistera

PAIN

I gave up long ago
and you still comeback
stronger than never before
and now,
running out of blood and hope
I wonder who are you?
And why me,have to fought
a battle in which
there will be never a winner or a looser.
You looked at me
you let me get in your soul
a privilege you haven't given to many
or is it a dammnation or a spell?
So
my love goes deeper
although I try to go far from you
but as far as I go
as desperate your scream cry at my soul
and I am again at the merci of your will
so desperate feeling the need of you
like a vampire feel the need of the fresh blood.

© Diana Mistera 21.4.2012

AWAY

Our words full of silences
our dreams full of a life
that we coud have had
or
we have had many lives ago
so many things unspoken
untold
unfold.
Secrets that leave the same question mark
Why?
Away, away say the hate
closer, closer say the love
and in this perpetual swing
our lives go on...

© Diana Mistera 2012

One wish for grant...

I wish ..is a very important word...and this thing I wish very strongly...I don't know if you will get this post some way..but hei Ville Valo, what about a cover about this wonderful song "Because the night" of Patti Smith? I know you don't like make covers..but your touch in here I believe will be something unique...

NEWS

Hallo everybody!
If you are interested in my book on going, please visit  HERE
Is my italian blog.
Have a good day!!!
Diana Mistera

RIPPED

And here again the silence

speaks with all its riddles

and it screaming in my head

so loud

that I am loosing my balance

and I'm falling

fading like those mirages that used to be beautiful.

And like a dying star

my light is fading in the universe

ripped.

© Diana Mistera 13.1.2012

MARTYR

I was the keeper of his dreams

the guardian of his heart

and the darkness took me in its cold embrace

now I see the light no more

and I wonder why I must bear this cross

walking with my bare foot in the flames

it is so heavy for my soul

but at least, in some way

is the only thing that keep us still entwined

and someday we will sit and

under the light

we will share all the pieces

and

there will be not anymore the need to hide

behind all those masks we have to put on everyday...

© Diana Mistera 13.01.2012

NEWS!

Hallo my friends!
As many of you know, I have also another blog where I write in italian.
I like to keep this Darklight one as was meant at the beginning, my darkrooom, the darkside of my soul, in which I write mostly poems, but as you know I am also a writer and I have also a short novel that I have published in June, in italian language called " IL SIGNORE DELLE OMBRE", and more to come.
So if you understand italian and you are interested in it, or if you are interested to follow me widely, click HERE
There you will find the reviews at my book, my interviews, and many many other interesting stuff!
Have a great day everybody!!!

PAGES

How many empty pages you have in your diary?

Some has been written
but the time conceal all with its fog

until we forgot what we want to say
Some are left incomplete
because we didn't find anymore words
some are tore apart
and others are wet with tears
but I have still
many pages left to write

many shots left to shoot!

Many tears left to cry
many lines full of joy
many fullstops full of sorrow.

© Diana Mistera  28.12.2011

HALO

Hallo my fallen angel
where have you gone?
Living me alone with all.
But
at the end of this
I will anyway stand at your grave
with the promises I have made
and
dissemble myself in the foolish parade
to stop this masquerade
with all my tears hidden,
for another million years.

© Diana Mistera 25.12.2011

COMEBACK

Comeback my fallen star
because every dawn you get more lost
Bind me with your grace
enchant me
show me your brightness
stop getting lost in the emptyness.
Comeback my little sun
when the winter is gone
the snow too come undone.

© Diana Mistera 2011

ILLUSIONS

You seemed in your stillness
to be as fragile as an empty shell.
I become accustomed
to the new limits
and limits define
everything once again.

We are illusions
of what is mortal,
The world is the illusion
of what could be.
The stage is an illusion
of what is real
all
is a big theatre

© Diana Mistera somewhere in 2005 from my first anthology WINGLESS