21st Century Love

A quick hello.

a subtle smile.  

Dinner,

movie,

a kiss.

Chocolate,

a necklace. . .

I love you

A ring,

a new family.

The honeymoon

A fight,

Crying from a cradle

Another,

Another:

Goodbye.

Chasing Satan

Night after night

i hunt for him,

Still he remains a mystery.

Maybe he isn't a person at all.

Maybe the night is punishing them

Killing its own women

Maybe he IS a man, But

How could a man be so cold?

Maybe it is something darker.

Satan walks the streets

One step ahead of us.

Stalking,

Slashing,

Mutilating,

The chase will never end,

Man cannot capture

what god has cast off. 








Dont forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems : from his beautiful victims point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/footsteps.html, and from Jack's own view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/fear-and-loathing-in-london.html

Fear and Loathing in London

She glides effortlessly

over the cobblestone avenue

Blond hair blowing in the fall breeze.

Her movement halts when she hears

my shoes' click-clack in the distance.

Her heart races

So does mine.

Her head spins, yet she sees nothing,

but the black.

She picks up her pace,

So do I.

Now I stand behind her.

She can feel my presence,

I can taste hers.

Hand over her mouth

silencing her fear.

My blade slices,

air escapes the gash in her throat:

A whore's last breath. 














Don't forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems: from the police's point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/chasing-satan.html  and from the victims http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/footsteps.html

Footsteps

A daughter of a whore,

I had no other choice, but

To follow her path

No father,

no money,

So I walk the streets

Night after hellish night

never looking into their eyes.

My head stays turned

Tears soak the pillow

the slow, long walk home

the darkness surrounds me

the night consumes my soul.

Footsteps. . .

A chill creeps through my body,

I speed up

I feel hot breath on my neck,

the same hot breath I felt

as the tears fell down my cheeks

moments ago

I try to scream

a hand stops my voice.

Cold steel crosses my throat.

Now is it heaven or hell?














Dont forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems: from the police's point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/chasing-satan.html and from the eye of jack himself http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/fear-and-loathing-in-london.html

Spring Flowers

The winter chill enters my spine
as the sun sets prematurely,
Lit only by the stars hanging high above
lighting  my search
to regain the warmth of spring

hidden solely in your arms.

The hunt for you carries me

under my doubts

above my expectations,

deeper into my soul

yet you remain a mystery

lost in the winter cold.

Like my breath against the cold black

You appeared and vanished.

I now wait for things to thaw,

for the scent of flowers to float in the breeze,

for my heart to thaw

with Your embrace.

2013: a Year to Grow

I promised my friend Alyssa that I would post some new material on my day off from work, which is today, and I am not one to break promises to friends so here goes nothing. 

I sit here, a full week into a new year and I sit and wonder where will I be this time next year. I have a few goals that I want to accomplish by this time next year and I know I can make them a reality if I can find a way to abandon my notorious lazy streak and extreme ADD. I don't really have an extreme case of ADD, but if you were to take a look at my writing portfolio (by which I mean the pile of composition notebooks stacked on the side of my bed)  you would be smacked in the face with, half finished short stories, random lines of poetry that are beautiful yet remain without any other lines to keep them company, beginnings of random screenplays,, doodles upon doodles, scratched out words, maybe a few entries of my Bro-CodeOlogy series that have yet to see the light of day, and full of ideas for other stories scribbled down at three in the morning when I have a crazy dream and realize how wonderful it will be as a story.

That is my ADD. With that said, my first major goal for this year is to finish some of that shit, I owe it to myself to prove I can finish something I start. Along with that I have started a novel; it wont be the next great American novel, it wont be taught by literary scholars, but I think it will be a unique story that will make me proud when I finish it. Now saying I will finish it by the end of this year is asinine, but I do want to see it go from the little I have written and turn into a few chapters. None of this will be posted until the last word is typed in, and the last coma has been check. I want this to be my first complete work. Not like the shoddily edited crap I put up here, I want this to prove to anyone (including myself) that I have the talent to became a successful writer.

to grade my success, people moight look at money and if I havent made much they might not view me as successful. That is not what success is to me. Those who actually know me know money is not what I strive for, though I would lie if I didnt say I wish I had more than I actually do, but as long as I have enough for a roof over my head and food in my stomach I will be a happy man,

So what equates success for me? That's a good question, my main mark of success as a writer is that when people read my work it makes them think, it evokes feeling, it brings out emotion; regardless of what the emotion it is, I just want people to read and feel. If I can have even one person read the words I write and feel I view myself as successful.

 Sometimes it takes just the emotions of one person to change the world.

Though I doubt my words will bring out enough emotion in a person to change the world anything is possible, and words have been known to do the impossible in the past.

That is what I expect to accomplish this upcoming year as far as my writing, but my life is not just writing. My main goal outside of writing is to get myself moved out again, and have a place of my own (or with friends, just not living at home anymore).

This has turned into a ramble fest and I shall not continue. Just expect more of Daniel Perrucci this year. 2013 will be a year where I will continue to mature and grow as a person. Good luck to everyone of my friends this year, may we all have a successful one.

It was

love upon first sight;

the most powerful feeling

when your eyes met mine.

Everything stood still

while you were wrapped in my arms:

it all seemed perfect.

You gave life meaning,

but even the sun must set

to birth a new day.

Gone, yet you remain

essential for my future