About a girl

Woman,
I think I’ll always miss you
No matter how we end it
No matter what hate eats
In my lungs you’ll live.
Sweetheart,
All these games we play
Always get me so pale
And I can’t help but fall
Into the world of stone.
Sweetlips,
Everything I ever did
Was to your wishes fulfill
Even when you said ‘leave’
I hurted my knees
But I finally did.
And please do not
Look me with those
Magnificent globes
Cause I’m still drunk
From their mad love.
But woman,
You are growing so fast
I can’t keep track of the time
Always passing me by
As I don’t hold your hand.
So please do not forget
The union we used to create
Every time I touched your hair
You’d breathe from me
As against my chest you’d read
Dusted poems emerging from my head.

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Le chat

Il faut bien mourir de quelque chose
Me dit un chat aventureux;
De stupidité, de peur ou de pénurie
De poésie, d’amour ou de whisky
Mais il faut bien mourir.
Il faut partir de telle façon
Que les yeux de la mort
Pleurent avec passion
D’une vie si pure prendre.
Mourir ne pourrait jamais
Être quelque chose nette
Sans que l’on lui laisse
L’art qui reste pour naître.
Je regarda le chat vivre
Toujours en harmonie
Avec le temps et sa nature
Il maîtrise la quiétude.
Et ce comportement
Enivra avec ardeur
La flamme renaissante
D’une âme réjouissante.
Et entre les griffes du félin
Ecœurées de la guerre sans fin
J’ai aperçu mon être défilant
Face aux portes de la raison.
Le chat m’a quitté sans adieu
Une larme a lâchée mon œil
L’autre œil resta souriant
Face aux neuves expériences.

A normal Thursday day between her legs

I went down into the kitchen
To find her by the oven,
Her legs going down
As she inclined,
Legs made by Lucifer
That only fixed her.
I came in and grabbed her behind
She told to look at her pants
“I’m no wearing no panties”
“That’s the best kind of panties”
I took her from behind,
Lean her over the fridge
Sort type of things
Felt from it.
A spoon hit me
And stared at me.
I kept kissing her neck
As she grabbed my cock’s head
She was hard
Never delicate with those hands
But I liked it rough
And she was a wolf.
We kept the movement
With the front door open,
I could hear her screaming
Biting my arms into bleeding
Two beautiful bodies
Fighting death
And nobody
Could stop until I came.
The world looks beautiful
Inside the eyes of a young girl
Entering an extasis world
In a way so purposeful.
I never knew what was in the oven
But we ate chips over an existential argument
And we never found her underwear.

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These arms of mine

Goodbye blue sky
I’m going far tonight,
For I have tried
And I’m far too tired.
Human relationships are hard
I never know how to react,
How could I if I live in disguise ?
Since the beginning of my time
I am not capable of knowing the how,
I can certainty decrypt the why
But never tell what’s behind the mask.
It’s not that I don’t want to speak
Is that I’ve always been so lonely,
That my words seem lost
Beneath the surging flow
Of my mysterious soul.
I am not made for people
And now I should leave you
So we could be free
And finally live.
For I’ve never done anything
That could hurt something
You cared about fondly.
But you’re good now
Kissing another man,
Breathing me out
And that’s all I care about
Since my love is always mad
And your happiness I want so bad,
Even more than what I planned.
You don’t know how much
You meant to my heart,
You melted like ice
Just never asked
What was in my mind.
So goodbye blue sky,
Goodbye love of mine
I’m leaving before I die
So you can lead a good life
Away from these arms of mine.

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A word on poetry

Poetry just is
I’ve seen it
Felt it
Suffer it…
You know a girl asked me
As the day was rising
What is it that one needs
To make poetry ?
What is a writer
Where lays the science ?
You know darling
There’s no secret to dancing
Everything has poetry within,
Everything you see
Everyone you meet
Everything you feel
You just have to live
And live, girl, live
Until there’s no need
No greed, no fear
And say everything there’s to say
And write every trouble in your head
Make it all fade into the shades;
Burn all the pages,
Poetry like life has no science
Just what we make out of it
So don’t ask me
And go after it.

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