Lionella Atvare

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Lionella Atvare

It burns like rum,
When I chug it down my throat,
And the silence in my head,
Is louder then the words,
I can’t comprehend.
I need help,
But no one will understand,
It’s not “just” a poem.

It shouldn’t be that scary, right?
But why I am so scared then?
I don’t have oceans in my head,
And all my forests are dead,
And I am so scared,
For a human, with no talents left,
With mind that is so, silent.
Back then it was easier.

I gave faces to my words,
Creating different kind of worlds,
Put my emotions in to letters,
But now I have some ,leftovers.
And it’s hard to swallow,
When the body is hollow,
And it’s painful to know,
There’s nothing left now.

And I do need help,
But no doctors can help,
There’s no medication,
For an inspiration,
It’s a burn out,
A total black out,
And It’s all my fault,
For I, was too proud.

Burn out

Its not about me
Its not about you
Its about communication we cant get thru
Yelling ‘bout stupid things we do

Its not about feelings
Its not about how we express them

Its all about understanding,
Our point of view,
It can be all type of a abuse,
When you choose to ignore my point of view.

Its not about me,
Its not about you,
Its all about the sacrifices that we want to do,
For the sake of our love to bloom.

I dont know about you,
But I‘ll throw my pride and ego, just for you,
So i can understand,
whats happening in your head.

Its not about me,
Its not about you,
Its about love that I feel,
And i want it to be real!

It’s not about us

Lets stop this play pretend,
Like you not here, like im not there,
You are always on my mind,
im tired of this fear,
Like im getting further ,my dear.

If you ever thought, i dont care,
Know that i am always there,
Even when our bodies are apart,
Without any possible touch.
You are on my mind, even when the day light comes,
and night time falls.

Lets stop this play pretend,
Cause we are hurting ourselves.
Just kiss me already,
Its all gon’ be okay.
I know that you are scared,
So am i.
But trust me like i trust you
If you fall, take my hand,
And ill help you to stand.

Play pretend


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It burns like rum,
When I chug it down my throat,
And the silence in my head,
Is louder then the words,
I can’t comprehend.
I need help,
But no one will understand,
It’s not “just” a poem.

It shouldn’t be that scary, right?
But why I am so scared then?
I don’t have oceans in my head,
And all my forests are dead,
And I am so scared,
For a human, with no talents left,
With mind that is so, silent.
Back then it was easier.

I gave faces to my words,
Creating different kind of worlds,
Put my emotions in to letters,
But now I have some ,leftovers.
And it’s hard to swallow,
When the body is hollow,
And it’s painful to know,
There’s nothing left now.

And I do need help,
But no doctors can help,
There’s no medication,
For an inspiration,
It’s a burn out,
A total black out,
And It’s all my fault,
For I, was too proud.

Burn out

Its not about me
Its not about you
Its about communication we cant get thru
Yelling ‘bout stupid things we do

Its not about feelings
Its not about how we express them

Its all about understanding,
Our point of view,
It can be all type of a abuse,
When you choose to ignore my point of view.

Its not about me,
Its not about you,
Its all about the sacrifices that we want to do,
For the sake of our love to bloom.

I dont know about you,
But I‘ll throw my pride and ego, just for you,
So i can understand,
whats happening in your head.

Its not about me,
Its not about you,
Its about love that I feel,
And i want it to be real!

It’s not about us

Lets stop this play pretend,
Like you not here, like im not there,
You are always on my mind,
im tired of this fear,
Like im getting further ,my dear.

If you ever thought, i dont care,
Know that i am always there,
Even when our bodies are apart,
Without any possible touch.
You are on my mind, even when the day light comes,
and night time falls.

Lets stop this play pretend,
Cause we are hurting ourselves.
Just kiss me already,
Its all gon’ be okay.
I know that you are scared,
So am i.
But trust me like i trust you
If you fall, take my hand,
And ill help you to stand.

Play pretend

Im stuck in quarantine,
Losing sanity is guaranteed,
Sippin’ on my hot black tea,
Watching people out of my window,
They be runnin’ free,
Breathing all that winter breeze.

Putting all my demons on the white sheets,
They be smirkin’ back at me,
Thin black lines with red fox eyes,
My art is what i visualise,
Thats what you do, when silence speaks.

Im stuck in quarantine,
Wishing i could meet my family,
But safety is my priority,
And yet im here loosing my sanity,
For the sake of ..... humanity.
With no clue, of what im supposed to do.

Two weeks in quarantine,
Sleeping all day, got the best of me,
Nasty hair and same clothes for three days straight.
Staying up till 5 am, dont know how ill get back to work again.

And yet im here ,stuck in quarantine,
And world is waiting for me.

Quarantine

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It burns like rum,
When I chug it down my throat,
And the silence in my head,
Is louder then the words,
I can’t comprehend.
I need help,
But no one will understand,
It’s not “just” a poem.

It shouldn’t be that scary, right?
But why I am so scared then?
I don’t have oceans in my head,
And all my forests are dead,
And I am so scared,
For a human, with no talents left,
With mind that is so, silent.
Back then it was easier.

I gave faces to my words,
Creating different kind of worlds,
Put my emotions in to letters,
But now I have some ,leftovers.
And it’s hard to swallow,
When the body is hollow,
And it’s painful to know,
There’s nothing left now.

And I do need help,
But no doctors can help,
There’s no medication,
For an inspiration,
It’s a burn out,
A total black out,
And It’s all my fault,
For I, was too proud.

Burn out

Its not about me
Its not about you
Its about communication we cant get thru
Yelling ‘bout stupid things we do

Its not about feelings
Its not about how we express them

Its all about understanding,
Our point of view,
It can be all type of a abuse,
When you choose to ignore my point of view.

Its not about me,
Its not about you,
Its all about the sacrifices that we want to do,
For the sake of our love to bloom.

I dont know about you,
But I‘ll throw my pride and ego, just for you,
So i can understand,
whats happening in your head.

Its not about me,
Its not about you,
Its about love that I feel,
And i want it to be real!

It’s not about us

Lets stop this play pretend,
Like you not here, like im not there,
You are always on my mind,
im tired of this fear,
Like im getting further ,my dear.

If you ever thought, i dont care,
Know that i am always there,
Even when our bodies are apart,
Without any possible touch.
You are on my mind, even when the day light comes,
and night time falls.

Lets stop this play pretend,
Cause we are hurting ourselves.
Just kiss me already,
Its all gon’ be okay.
I know that you are scared,
So am i.
But trust me like i trust you
If you fall, take my hand,
And ill help you to stand.

Play pretend

Im stuck in quarantine,
Losing sanity is guaranteed,
Sippin’ on my hot black tea,
Watching people out of my window,
They be runnin’ free,
Breathing all that winter breeze.

Putting all my demons on the white sheets,
They be smirkin’ back at me,
Thin black lines with red fox eyes,
My art is what i visualise,
Thats what you do, when silence speaks.

Im stuck in quarantine,
Wishing i could meet my family,
But safety is my priority,
And yet im here loosing my sanity,
For the sake of ..... humanity.
With no clue, of what im supposed to do.

Two weeks in quarantine,
Sleeping all day, got the best of me,
Nasty hair and same clothes for three days straight.
Staying up till 5 am, dont know how ill get back to work again.

And yet im here ,stuck in quarantine,
And world is waiting for me.

Quarantine


About Me

Bio

I describe myself as a tomboy in her early 20’s with the mindset of an old grandpa,
I am joyfull with lots of stories to tell.
A young adult who dreams to become a well known lyrist and poet.
As long as I remember, I started to write poems and songs since I was a child, starting with small baby fairy tales and as I was growing up I learned how to put my feelings and experiences into sheet of paper.
I have realised that, I want to share my art with others, in hope to help someone, inspire or just make them feel understood and that they are not alone in this world.

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