Hands full of unsaid words

Do you know how much
I’d love to hold you in my arms
Right now?
Do you know you’re the last thing
I think about every single night?
Do you wanna know my inner secrets
And just lay down in the river?
Would you tell me yours
And just make some noise?
I need to see inside of you
So I can fall for you,
I want to listen your problems
And kiss you like lovers.
Would you take my dark soul
And accept it like your own?
Would you love me
Even when the sky is grey
And my feelings are locked away
Taking with them the key?
Would you let me write
About your beauty
And just drown
These letters in whisky?
I want to know every bit
Of your story
And keep it
-with me –
Mercifully.
Let me write to you
’cause my mouth can’t find
Enough words for you,
And I seem to have so many in my mind,
My hand just seems to fly.

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Bad diary verses

Je m’en souviens de cette après-midi d’été
Sur les herbes d’une plaine ensoleillée
Comment j’ai senti nos corps
Lentement se cacher derrière le décor,
Et entre les chants
De centaines d’oiseaux,
Un dans l’autre sentir peur
Et nos âmes se briser comme des oeufs.
La naissance de cette fin
Été annoncé sur ce dessin
Que l’on aimait observer
Dans la rue des pervers.
Tu lâcha quelques larmes
Je te essuya le visage
Dans le coeur de notre âme
Habitait encore cette image
Du premier baiser sur cette identique  plaine,
De l’adieu à toute notre peine.
Cet adieu, ma fille,
Nous laissera vis-à-vis
Face à la macabre solitude
Au visage plein de bitumes.
Depuis aujourd’hui,
Je t’oublie.
Ton coeur sera toujours avec moi,
Personne ne prendra le mien
Car il est trop ancien
Pour plaire aux jolies demoiselles.
Cette après-midi d’été
Sera toujours notre plus grand péché,
Sera le jour où l’on a dit non
Au plan secret de ce grand Dieu.

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As the moon comes out to dance

                                              To K. H

I feel like I know your smile
Like I saw it when a I was a child
Your eyes shine
Even more when it gets dark
And people tend to fall out
As the moon comes out to dance.
I knew you liked the sun
As it fades when you’re gone
Making the little globes on my face
Turn around against the thread
Of a missing frame.
I see war in my screen
But nothing but hope
In your tiny globes
That just need to be seen.
Smile, my darling, smile
You just can’t deny
That beauty to the crowd,
The world need it
To be clearer
And get bigger.
Oh, love, if you knew
How many faces you turn up
How many lyrics you inspire
How much I want you to be mine
Oh you wouldn’t weep as you do.
Make yourself a promise
And shine
As you wanted to win a contest
And the prize were your perfect eyes.

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The beauty of the dead ones

And here I find myself
Lie down in my dark bed
Surrounded by my books and guitar
Knowing how I failed,
Death is smoking my cigars
And I don’t seem to mind.
Day by day
I go though this bed
Writing poems about women
I’ve never met
About a society
I’ve never changed.
Death is approaching
Telling me to stop worrying
That one day, it’ll be easy
For her to catch me
But everyday I write more
And love music more
And death can’t cross
This enormous road
I take to escape
From her or maybe faith.
Lying there again
It’s almost 4 a.m
But my eyes don’t want to sleep
They just want your lips
Against mines
As a tribute
To Venus’s arm,
The beauty of the broken ones.
I read and I write
And Death seems to fight back
But I have enough cigarettes
To go through the process
Of completing myself
And finish another day.

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Le coeur étoilé

Tu sais ?
Ce soir,
En regardant les étoiles
J’ai vu une qui portait ton nom
Et comme un ange en prison
Elle fuit sans hésitation.
Moi, assit sur cette Terre
Immobile dans sa mobilité
J’ai suivi mes artères
Jusqu’à leur précieux foyer.
Là-bas je trouva du désespoir
Et des grands fleuves de larmes
J’ai regardé le monstre dans les yeux
Et lui dit sans manquer raison;
‘Ne sanglote plus, grand fou
Tes actes seront pardonnés
Et tes larmes oubliées
Un bon jour vera-tu
La beauté qui t’entoure,
Aille foi en toi
Et oubli ce chagrin
Regarde devant toi
Comment la vie t’appartient.’
Et lui dans sa folie répliqua:
‘oh, mon fils, moi je fait que battre,
C’est toi dans ta bétise humaine
Qui complique ma tâche,
Donc écoute l’étoile lointaine,
Et te laisse plus jamais abattre
Par des êtres sans âme.’

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