Elena Rosi

2d

lizie

for as long as i can remember,
i’ve been chasing perfect,
tight-laced, gold-star, quiet ache.
and for a while,
i think i caught it.

but i’m not perfect anymore.
i flinch too easy,
snap too fast,
leave texts unread,
pick at scabs that should’ve healed.

people still call me smart, kind, strong,
and i don’t correct them.
it’s easier to wear the mask
than explain the mess underneath.

i disappoint myself
in small, sharp ways,
forgetting, avoiding, breaking down.
i say “i’m fine”
because it’s faster
than confessing i’m not.

expectations stick like static,
even when no one says them out loud.
and i still feel guilty
for letting people love
someone i no longer recognize.

5d

The Invisible Poet

cool kids

I want to be like the cool kids
my younger self wished
that wish went unheard
I stayed true to myself
even through bullying
and stares
I can be the cool kid
cool is subjective
it's what you make it
I can be myself
and be cool
at the same time
I wish I could be like the cool kids
but having friends like you
is way better than changing yourself
to fit in with others
be authentic
be bold
be YOU

Elena Rosi 5d

What’s missing?

We’ve got all these wise advices.
All these caring people.
Still, we’re in the middle of a crisis.
Still, we don’t feel whole.

It’s like having the instructions to driving.
But still failing when trying and trying.
Because, that doesn’t mean you know how to drive.

So no. It’s not your fault.
And no. You’re not wrong.
You’re not too broken.
Just spill your heart.
Don’t live unspoken.
Let light in dark.

After all, you’ve got people who care. (And if you don’t, I’m always free to be the first to care.)

Elena Rosi Jul 15

B L I N D

We're too blind.
We're too blind.
We feel but
Can't see the light.

You tell her, you tell him
It'll all be okay.
But when it's your turn
You can't find a way?

You're doomed.
You're too broken.
But it's too soon.
You can still get out
Of THIS broken room.

See the light that hides behind.
But sadly, we're too blind
We're too blind.

Words of hope and love
Linger upon our lips.
But what the actual ****?
They feel like heavy bricks.

Because you can't speak love to you,
Even when it's noble. Needed. And true.

Jul 15

Blue Sapphire

WORDS AND FIRE

Words and fire

one intangible, one elemental

so different from each other

yet so similar in nature

when use with care

both give warmth and comfort

and

when not careful

destruction follows.

Elena Rosi Jul 15

The goal. The purpose. Just think about it.

Why do we read books?
Why do we listen to music?
Why are we alive?
What's the purpose...

I've heard a lot of people say:
Follow your dreams.
Let your heart lead the way.
Have GOALS and WORK for them.

But something is off.
You don't need to do something big
To be significant.
You don't need to be important
To be authentic.

The purpose of life is to live.
Really, actually, willingly live.
Something so simple but so hard to understand,
Sometimes even hard to achieve
Is to be alive...

We don't read just for the plot.
We don't listen just for the chorus.
We read because we love the book.
we listen because we love the song.

Enjoy. cry.
Learn. Live.

You know, you're enough. You're important
even if you don't feel like it.
If you spend your life chasing meaning
You might miss it----
Unless you look around
And see the little things
while still running.

Again though, who am I to question all those wise people who say they were born for their profession? All those prodigies, and athletes. Perhaps I'm just trying to make my existence feel lighter. But something solid, like a goal or a dream can sometimes feel superficial. You don't die after accomplishing something (not in most cases) What makes that dream special is the journey. Not the dream itself, but the journey lived. Life.