Alex Stowe
Dec 24, 2016

Je t'aime.
Ma vie est plus belle avec toi.
Tu es la lumière de ma vie.
Tu as ma coeur.
Je t'aime.
J'ai ta coeur.
Nous sommes tombés en amour.
Tu es mienne,
Et je t’appartiens.
Je t'aime.

Pour ma petite amie.
#love   #poem   #heart   #hearts   #french   #different   #language   #foreign   #fancy  
belle b
belle b
Nov 19, 2016

you said i was exotic,
and i said ooo
what do you mean?, like
exotic like a fruit?, like
i don’t know what tropics
you think i came from, was
imported from, but you read
my skin like the label
on a flavour of coca-cola
you had never been
offered before and i
was refreshing, and
different. and you liked
the way my coke-bottle
curves felt beneath your
fingertips, said you’d never
tasted caramel
like me before,
you said i was exotic.
like i was a work
of west african art,
even though my mother’s
from the east, like
i was from a storybook like
1001 african nights, like,
you saw my cover and you were
hooked, never did think to
look beneath the jacket,
just wanted stories like the
ones scheherazade sold,
i was your sheba
and you my solomon.
we rode lions across
the sands, your kiss
was salt on my lips,
i needed to quench
my thirst and you offered
me the brand new flavour
of coca-cola.

you said i was exotic,
like a pretty foreign thing,
like just some thing,
some mail-order thing,
special delivery
just for you,
a flavour of coca-cola that you
had never tasted before.

it's not a compliment
#love   #life   #art   #race   #fetish   #africa   #foreign   #exotic   #coca-cola   #ethnicity  
Raffael
Raffael
Oct 30, 2016

Tropfnasse rote Dachschindeln
darauf wie verstreuter Kiesel
Tauben
taumeln tanzend im Kreise
sinnlos anmutend
und doch so bedeutsam
Abseits
eine Krähe
lugend
schlau verharrend
wie schwarze Tinte
zerlaufen ihre Federn im Regen
Unten Menschen
wirbeln geschäftig ihrer Profession entgegen
graue Hüte
braune Mäntel
die die Gehsteige durchfluten
als erwarte sie der große Ozean
aus einem Fenster stolpern
die Töne eines Klaviers
unbeholfen fallen sie
auf die Ohren der vorbeiziehenden Zuhörer
Einkaufstüten
die aus der vermeintlich festen Umklammerung
eintgleiten
und auf den Boden aufschlagen
gefolgt von Gegenständen
die sich wahllos
wie fallendes Laub
über den Boden verstreuen
Gefluche
Gelächter
dann
schon wieder vergessen
blau-berockte junge Mädchen
heimlich unterm Regenschirm hervor
Blicke aussendend
wie namenlose Radarsignale
sich ein Echo erhoffend
wichtige Anzüge
wichtige dunkle Lederkoffer
seriös die Zeitung in der Achselhöhle eingeklemmt
gespannter
aufrechter Körper
wie ein unbepfeilter Bogen
bereit abgefeuert zu werden
Oh, dort!
ganz neckisch
Tatzenabdrücke auf dem feuchten Asphalt!
die Katze jedoch
nirgendwo zu finden

Austin Woodruff
Austin Woodruff
Sep 29, 2016

I am growing a flower

'Twas rooted in good soil

I nurtured and watered my flower

It grew strong and bold in color.

Then a day came when foreign seed found its place and tainted thy soil

As nutrients became scarce

I poured more water so the soil became soft as I fought the foreign seed

I wept. My flower has rejected the nutrients from my water.

I fought till every foreign plant had been removed and rebuked their roots

I nurtured and watered my flower

It grew stronger and more bold in color

I have a new flower in full bloom.

Isaiah 40:8
"The flower fades, the grass withers, but the Word of God shall stand forever."
#love   #fight   #flower   #bloom   #foreign   #wept   #rebuke  
Betania
Betania
Sep 27, 2016

Empty streets await for me this night.
I wonder aimlessly in this foreign land.
Silent voices that fade with the lights.
Eastern winds taking me by the hand.
Voice of Aisling beckons me to come.
I'm named Ciaran in this land unknown.
Here in this place so tall and gray...one
losses sight and what relief can I find?
Memories flooding me, taking me back.
Branded by a clauddagh, embers of her
Aisling, ever present in my works of art.
Misty blue heavens, emerald valleys...
Flowing hills that stretch for long miles.
In my dreams does she always appear,
My soul breaking with longing for her...
Still there's nothing that compares to her...
To the beloved of my heart, my Aisling.
Ever do I miss her, oh Ireland of my heart.

#love   #longing   #distance   #ireland   #foreign   #land   #emerald   #isle  
Devin Ortiz
Devin Ortiz
Aug 4, 2016

I came to this world,
             As a twisted seed.

Drifting along in a realm which,
             Did not belong to me.

But these roots have sprouted,
              Now suckling on lies

A foundation built on malnutrition,
               And a trunk full of wickedness

To be ingrained is a nightmare,
                This forest is for the damned.

These branches reach for home,
                But cannot escape the canopy.

Underneath the bark of the horrific crown
                 None are surprised to see how hollow...



                                      ....I have become.

#home   #lost   #tree   #plant   #foreign  
Henk Holveck
Henk Holveck
Jul 3, 2016

the words that flow from my soul

to my veins and out through my fingertips,

to most are obstructed by either confusion, misunderstanding

or whatever other baggage they carry that won't let my abstract thoughts

penetrate their unfortunate heavy epicenter.



never have my expressions been powerful enough to break them,

i met you, spent half a day with you, and you left,

that was it, gone, just like that,

1,000's of miles away.



but however, whatever ill-fated scenario that was,

we speak to each others soul, lover we don't even have the same native tongue,

yet you understand my core better than any other that has ever entered my leading light.



i'm taken back to a child-like state,

i feel scared, forlorn.

i'm afraid just like an absent father,

you will provide me with certainty that it will happen.



sweetheart, i hate to break this to you but,

age doesn't pause for life, love or the desire to pursue you

as scary as it may be, if what is spoken to me is true

that dive, as deep, as dark as it may be, know i am writing to you from the depths.

i vow, i won't let you drown. please, babe, dive in,  

my skin is only withering without you.



love & art, 1991

henk holveck

R Miller
R Miller
Jun 22, 2016

Don't say you love me.
I have a hard time
accepting those words.
Like they are foreign and
do not translate into my
native tongue.

Don't look at me
with such kind eyes.
It burns my skin and
overheats me.
Like sun rays on
newly exposed flesh.

Don't hold me so tenderly.
My body can't handle
the pain of your gentleness.
It has been conditioned
to the harshness of humanity
And may break apart if
handled any other way.

Don't leave me.
I know I am difficult,
closed off and crazy.
Truly a complicated puzzle
to piece together.
But I promise I am
worth it.

#love   #new   #kind   #difficult   #complicated   #walls   #tender   #gentle   #harsh   #foreign  
Brianna Hickey
Brianna Hickey
Jun 12, 2016

You can find me skipping through the streets of Paris. I'll be the girl with the long brown hair in a black summer dress. I'll have sunglasses on and as I make my way around this foreign town I'll wonder why I ever need to go home.

You can find me arm wrestling in Germany. I'll be the girl in the shorts and the lips t shirt surrounded by angry, sweaty German men who just want to take a chance on beating me. And as I laugh my way through the match I'll wonder why I ever need to go home.

You can find me in Italy drinking wine and dancing under the moon along the cobblestone alleyways.  I'll be hand in hand with some beautiful Italian man as we kiss just because we are young and free. And as I kiss my way across the canals I'll wonder why I ever need to come home.

And if by chance I make it home to America, where the lights aren't nearly as bright and the memories aren't nearly as fun. You'll find me in a boring office working as I dream of my foreign adventures again.

Viji Suresh
May 21, 2016

English with 26 letters, is generally thought to be the simplest language on earth. A language built up on 26 letters is amazing.

But within just handful of letters, how many words can be misspelled..

My childish attempt to rhyme and write...

ei or ie, we are confused when we write,
it's then the words jump to end their lives.

Homonyms, homophones, homographs
It's fun to know the very facts.

Bear tried to kill Jack with its bare hands,
Jack had to bear the brunt of the bear.

Speed is what we thrive to do
If we forget to Brake, will break a head or two.

100 cents makes a dollar
Jack sent his wife to buy a stroller
She smelled the scent of a broiler
And forget all about the stroller.

The people who lives in Desert
do they have dates as their Dessert?

The dinner was perfect
The wine complemented the feast
The hosts were perfect
And were complimented for their treat.

The King who reigned Prussia
Rode high holding his horse's reins,
But his horse started to panic
As it started to Rain.

Drew looked at his new site
The building looked a perfect sight
When asked for the legal owner
He cited the document which held his right.

Childish scribbles
 
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