Dublin, Double, Doubt - Marcella Boccia

Celtic cross in the wind - (📝Marcella Boccia) - A Celtic cross stands jagged and worn kissing the wind where the ocean is torn The waves crash below a feral hymn a dirge for the lost for the shadows within Its stone is rough carved by the years etched with whispers soaked in tears A relic of gods of battles and scars of moons that watched beneath distant stars The wind screams through it raw and...

Dark thoughts - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We walked through Dublins streets the cold sharp and real while I spoke of the darkness the numbness I feel How life is a cycle so boring so gray how every breath feels like it’s wasting the day I told you of thoughts that came uninvited the weight of the silence the moments ignited How I crave the chaos the fire the spark how without it my soul just drifts in...

Stockholm syndrome - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We walked through Dublin the cold biting deep but the city was ours no promises to keep The streets whispered secrets the night did not care we were rebels in the frost with the wind in our hair I spoke of India of its twisted mind of Stockholm’s grip of being confined How the heart can love what hurts the most how the soul can tether itself to a ghost Yo...

The tea at Hyde - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We sat in the dim light of Hyde’s embrace the city’s hum fading into space The silver teapot the black cups cold our hands wrapped around stories untold You taught me the art the subtle grace of waiting of patience in this quiet place Two drops of milk like secrets shared in the dark brew both daring and paired The steam rose but so did the weight of unspoke...

Dublin’s ghosts in the wires - (📝Marcella Boccia) - The streets hum with electric veins neon lights pulse through modern lanes Dublin’s face both old and new a city of past and future in every view Vikings’ shadows under glass and steel their blood their fight their ancient zeal In every corner in every scream echoes of warriors still in the dream The machines buzz the screens glow bright but his...

The bridge of rebellion - (📝Marcella Boccia) - We crossed the bridge the river beneath the city split but we were free Dublin’s heart beating strong we dreamt of rebels of righting the wrong The English think the world is theirs they build their towers they wear their prayers But we saw the city broken and scarred fighting for freedom standing guard In the shadows of the past we stood imagining o...

Heart of Earth - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Oh Ireland heart of earth and sky Where mountains rise and rivers sigh Your shores are kissed by endless waves A cradle for the wild and brave In fields of green where grasses bow The ghosts of ancient warriors vow To guard the soul of every stone And in your winds their spirits roam The hills that watch the morning’s grace Are witnesses of time and place Whe...

Dublin’s duality - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In Dublin’s heart where past and present meet The Docklands rise in sleek cold gleaming heat Once ships and salt and laughter filled the air Now glass towers pierce the fog with silent glare The cobbles echo footsteps of the old Where once the port was filled with tales untold Yet now the pulse is masked in chrome and steel The heartbeats of the past they c...

The harp on my hand - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I showed you the ink on my right hand a small harp like the last strand of Ireland’s heart woven in the skin where history and rebellion begin You with your skin so clean so bare no ink to mark you no sign to wear But in your eyes I see the flame a fire that burns though you’ve no name The harp is more than just a song it’s freedom it’s rebellion it’s wh...

Age is a lie - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I never asked I never cared how many years you’ve lived how long you’ve stared into the fire the books the dark you carry time but you leave no mark You feel young like the winds that scream wild and free like a restless dream But in your eyes there’s too much depth too many stories that steal your breath You speak like a sage but look like the night your soul...

Through the glass - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I sit where shadows softly dwell In Dublin’s heart a private hell Beyond the glass the world takes flight Unmoved by pain my veiled night The cobbled streets in ceaseless flow Faces come and faces go Yet here I freeze my spirit bound A silent scream no echo found An Irish tea my fragile balm To soothe the storm to feign a calm Its warmth against my trembli...

Under the Spire’s shadow - (📝Marcella Boccia) - It was December cold and wild we met for the first time both beguiled Under the Spire towering high in O’Connell Street where the dark meets the sky The city was alive with a neon glow the Christmas lights casting shadows below On the Post Office so ancient so grand the colors of history reflected on the land Once a place of struggle of voices so lo...

The bench between the pages - (📝Marcella Boccia) - In the cold bite of December air we sat on the bench a world laid bare Between the Parliament’s stone so gray and Trinity’s halls where memories stay The library stood silent and old where Sinead’s voice once sang so bold Yeats whispered in the dust and light and we rebels in the dark of night We spoke of poets of words that burn of verses that t...

Freedom’s edge - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I crave the wild the untamed skies where no one tells me how to live or die A rebel heart unchained unbound I scream in silence no cage to be found Freedom is fire burning in my veins it’s chaos and calm pleasure and pain Not a law not a rule not a voice in my ear just the roar of the world that I refuse to fear I’ll take the streets the backroads the fight w...

Beneath the Celtic sky - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I’ve fought with fire with blood with soul to calm the storm to play my role A heart that beats in reckless time a borderline pulse so wild so blind But you with your northern eyes so clear speak without words yet I feel you near Your Celtic silence your gentle hand a quiet strength like the shifting sand I’ve tried to learn your subtle art to bury th...

Under the shadow of Christ Church - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I stood before Christ Church cold stone and sky watching the world pass feeling time slip by The homeless figure sprawled on the bench a statue of life a soul left to quench His gaze was lost his face in despair but I felt something deeper hanging in the air A reflection of us lost in the dark fighting for breath leaving our mark In that qu...

Whispers at the Cliffs - (📝Marcella Boccia) - The last day of the year I stood alone at the Cliffs of Moher where the wind had grown It howled like a beast fierce and untamed and I thought of you as I played the game The ocean roared below a deadly kiss the wind’s fingers pulling me into the abyss But I held on tight like love’s cruel fight feeling the rain heavy as the night It fell like tears n...

Stefan’s day under Liffey’s eye - (📝Marcella Boccia) - On Saint Stephen’s Day we dared to drink Guinness non-alcoholic made us think In The Bottle Boy by the Liffey’s edge we sat our thoughts a razor’s wedge The river flowed like a secret told its waters cold its stories bold Across the bridge in the misty gray the ship stood still a ghost of the day The famine’s shadow still lingers here its gri...

The bronze whisper - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I’d trade my skin for bronze and stone to stand in Dublin all alone Among the statues cold and tall a silent witness to it all A leprechaun’s spell a twisted wish turn me to metal a ghostly dish In the square where tourists pass I’ll stand unmoving in the glass And when you walk by with your tales so grand telling stories of this cursed land you’ll stop b...

Above Dublin below my heart - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I soar above Dublin’s shattered glow city lights fading an ember’s low The plane hums on a ghost in flight but it’s you I chase in the dead of night Below the streets are cold and bare but in my chest a fire a flare A love unspoken a distant ache a feeling that twists with every break I think of you of the nights we’ve missed of what could’ve bee...

Between Abbey Street and The Point - (📝Marcella Boccia) - I ride the tram through Dublin’s veins clanging tracks in my restless brain Abbey Street fades the city sighs while I trace our memories blackened skies The cold glass presses against my skin as the lights blur your face again In the hum of wheels I hear your name a ghost a fire an endless flame The Docklands stretch like skeletal arms wit...

The shadows of Dublin’s pubs - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the neon where Guinness flows the heart of Dublin beats and glows But here in the dark where secrets keep the city whispers while others sleep Sticky floors and shattered glass ghosts of rebels shadows cast A cigarette burns a fleeting light in a corner booth the edge of night Your laughter’s sharp a blade a dare it cuts the smoke it fil...

Fire and frost - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Your beard burns red a rebel’s blaze a wildfire lit in the ancient haze Eyes like shards of shattered skies cold as truth sharp as lies But beneath the frost a warmth resides an heart that beats where shadow hides You wear your softness like a scar a quiet rebel a falling star Your words cut deep carved from lore echoes of myths battles and more A poet’s tong...

The city of hollows souls - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Three days without the pills I take that bind my mind that mend and break My thoughts are scattered sharp and wild a child a ghost an hollowed child Through Dublin’s streets I walk alone A stranger in my skin and bone The world feels far so cold so near A dream that flickers full of fear The faces blur the voices crack A silence roars then pulls me...

Emerald rebellion - (📝Marcella Boccia) - Beneath the veil of endless green where cliffs kiss skies in shadows keen your land bleeds wild a rebel’s song a hymn of ghosts who still belong The winds howl dark through broken spires fields of ash long-dead fires cathedrals cracked their truths undone your Ireland stands a feral son Rain carves scars on ancient stone your story whispered never known Wh...