Biography of Anthony Martello
I've grown up alot in the past 3 or 4 years and I think you can tell in my writing...so have fun with it.
Anthony Martello's Works:
Graphiti, Literally Magazine
Anthony Martello Poems
Mother Sky Cries
Mother sky cries when the leaves turn from green to gold Mother sky cries when the leaves die and the weather turns cold Mother sky cries when the earth turns warm and the body sweats Mother sky cries and leaves the heart scorned and the skin wet
Those eyes that make my blood pump. Those eyes that make my heart thump. Those eyes that build me up then break me down. Those eyes I cannot look away from, whenever you’re around.
The steps weren't high enough the ladder only went to rung eleven getting to the sky is tough his ashes scattered on the way to heaven
8 weeks to live 8 weeks to die 8 weeks is all they had 8 weeks to do the things they never did
Don'T Come Home
Walk away when you know you should come back when you know you can't dream when you're not sleeping and cry when you're not weeping
I put my hair into a bun. To keep it nice and neat. Lights on my face resemble the sun. I say prayers for my feet.
What if you couldn't see? Hear? sPeak? Or feel?
She never speaks. They never hear. Always smiling. Showing no fear.
She never speaks.
They never hear.
Showing no fear.
To face the world,
an easy task.
Home sweet home.
A place she loves last.