Rick Adriolo

Rookie - 187 Points (22-01-1988 / The Netherlands (Holland))

Rick Adriolo Poems

1. Quietly, So Silently.. 11/9/2010
2. My Heart.. 11/10/2010
3. Tears.. 11/10/2010
4. Chaos.. 10/20/2011
5. Paradise 10/20/2011
6. Living This Lie.. 10/20/2011
7. Please.. 11/9/2010
8. In Silence.. 11/9/2010
9. Wait And See 10/20/2011
10. First Love.. 10/20/2011
11. Bits And Pieces.. 12/1/2011
12. Goodbye.. 12/20/2011
13. Thoughts That Slipped My Mind 1/23/2012
14. My Mind.. 10/19/2012
15. I'M Gonna Live Forever.. 10/30/2012
16. Loosing Everything.. 10/30/2012
17. A Thousand Tears.. 11/7/2012
18. Life Writings.. 11/22/2012
19. Useless Violence.. 12/10/2012
20. Betrayal.. 12/11/2012
21. Searching The Right Words.. 1/7/2013
22. Poems.. 1/7/2013
23. Weighted Soul.. 1/24/2013
24. Grudge.. 1/24/2013
25. What You Wanted Me To Be.. 1/24/2013
26. Secret Love Of Moon And Sun.. 1/26/2013
27. Serenity.. 2/3/2013
28. Lonely Tears.. 2/5/2013
29. Night And Day.. 3/14/2012
30. Indentity.. 3/14/2012
31. Suffering This Sickness.. 4/12/2012
32. Nightmare.. 5/22/2012
33. Child Abuse.. 5/22/2012
34. Child In Need, Child You Need.. 5/22/2012
35. Life Is.. 5/22/2012
36. Nightmare.. (2) 5/22/2012
37. Moments.. 5/22/2012
38. In The End.. 7/19/2012
39. War Inside.. 7/19/2012
40. Pushing Time To It's Limits 7/20/2012
Best Poem of Rick Adriolo

Anger Management..

Ten, nine..
Inside I feel a silent roar that builds up more and more..
In my heart I contain this urge that is trying to emerge..
I feel it swell up in me, inside of me, I try to scream it away silently..
You keep talking and talking and I just want you to shut up..

Eight, seven..
Slowly it begins to shiver and shake, these hands that begin to ache..
Sweat and blood from these fist clenced so hard they are hard to be missed..
Sick of this anger in me, inside of me, trying to get out so violently..
You keep talking and talking and I just want you to shut ...

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My Heart..

Cheek to cheek, lip on lip.
You’ve got me in your lovely grip.
My heart’s skipping a beat.
A diva in my arms.
And I’m deeply falling for your charms.
A wink for me, a touch for me.
Your hand in mine, I’m so happy.
When you talk I hear a sweet melody in the wind.
I’m looking forward to the future.

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