Adam est fade tellement il est ordinaire
La gravite est monotone, elle date d'avant Terre
Adam aime tout le monde, haïr est inique
La gravite me permet d'attirer, or je n'ai rien d'unique
Adam, vous; humains; vous comptez en milliards
Gravite, de l'atome a Adam, rien n’échappe a ton radar
Adam se sent serein au sein de sa famille
La gravite arrange les atomes pesés en harmonie
Ève vit Adam et ne trouva rien a lui reprocher
Electricité domine toute gravite dans les distances rapprochées
Ève trouve l'homme, la stabilité, la nécessaire et suffisante distraction
L'electricite se moque des dimensions, seule compte l'attraction
Ève, douée du sentiment, cède et concède par peur du changement
L'electricite en mariant les atomes force leur rattachement
Ève et Adam devinrent un couple, une eve et un adam
L'electricite, égalisatrice, meurt sous les yeux de l'éternelle gravite
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
I want to write
But how could I?
I lost all my impetus
I am constantly fretting
Everything is a feral challenge
I'm hobbling around
Because my ego is dwindling
It has become a moribund
I wish death does me apart from it
I can no longer gad
I can no longer act
I am dead pending my last breath
I'm infuriated to see what i've become
Knowing who I was
But what can a waste of oxygen do?
Nothing
Coping is useless
When drowning in a pain galore
I'm dying to want something
To dream it
To work for it
And to get it
But
I cannot want
Disappointment will follow
I cannot dream
Nightmares are better suited to pain
I would work
But work is vain
I won't get a thing
This is making me insane
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
有了很多男孩, 可是他是了最高
整天他一起是不够
我看了他,他是了英俊, 我说了你好
我是了无形为他,和我希望了供搂抱
不是我的过错
如果你不爱我
我可以做很多工作
但我从来不要忘怀你
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Every phobia I feared was there
Verily terrifying abyss is the where
It will be my home after my last breath of air
Lonely i will not be; because, from it, nobody will i spare
Hate is my name but you know me as love
And you might think that i am your friend
The only one who always has a hand to lend
Even so, i cherish crushing your skull with my iron glove
I have lost
everything
I'm ******
eternally
i will take you
with me
i will be your friend
the only one you need
i will convince you
i know i can
i will sell you joy
for seconds
and all what i ask for
is that you spend
eternity
with me
and my phobias
and yours
in pain
and sorrow
let me spoil it for you
i love your face
in fact,
i would love anything
just to take you with me
but i loved your face most
when i saw you realizing
that your fears
will be
with you
forever
I lost and I shall make everyone lose.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Jaques le fumeur aimait les rouler étroits
Et toujours en fumait deux a la fois
J'aime fumer disait il
Quelle excuse futile!
Le tabac et ce qu'il y ajoutait l'esclavagèrent
Depuis qu'il n'utilisait plus son briquet que pour les concerts
L'esclave jamais ne dort
Car même la nuit il en roulait encore
Dans sa chambre, à coté de la fenêtre
O marchand de sable, plongez moi dans le bien-être
repetait il quand il n'en pouvait plus
mais ce soir la quelque chose de nouveau l'avait déplu
la constatation d'un changement l'avait dégoûté
L'eau de la bouteille avait noircit et maintenant sentait
la bouteille qu'il prenait pour cendrier car il n'en avait pas un
Fixe sur la bouteille il était terrifie de ce que lui réservait son destin
Il tendit la main vers la bouteille pour alléger sa cigarette
Hélas il y fit tomber sa possession la plus précieuse
Il devait affronter son dégoût et chercher entre les cigarettes
sinon son existence ne serait plus jamais délicieuse
il coupa la bouteille en deux
il chercha, chercha et chercha encore
main dans le goudron
mains sur le nez
Maintenant Jacques pleure
Aucune trace de son espoir
hier, aujourd'hui et demain pour lui ont la même couleur
il mourut 60 ans avant ses dernières mémoires
car quand il ne pouvait plus espérer
il cessa de vivre
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
John's morning are failed evasions
Life busted him again, shortened vacation
Nights are for him the perfect occasions
To hide from life for a certain duration
John plays hide and seek with people
So their happiness does not find his pain
Because negatives are not good multiples
His sufferance is permanent, any help is in vain
John likes to eat when he remembers
That a full stomach enjoys cigarettes better
He is one of lung cancer's club members
The mailman recently handed him the letter
John brings cigarette butts in contact with his skin
And presses them to feel, a verb he is usually lacking
He has no fear but the fear of happiness
It is a ghost of very persuasive nastiness
John counts days, sees them running and wishes they flew
Death is imminent, death is around the corner, death is at his pursue
Death, for john is the clue
Does John need rescue?
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Every morning I sleep with a frown
Each night I wake up feeling down
My dreams commited suicide
And soon after were joined by my pride
Fortune, on my shores, reaches in low tide
And of life I only see the back side
I calm the pain with injections of hope
To delay the urge, to keep away from the rope
But soon I will no longer cope
Ending my days is the epilogue of this scope
Because life is enjoyed through senses
And mine, to feel joy, have to jump fences
But jumping is vain though my repetitive offences
True smiles on my face are high expenses
I try to forget, but I forgot how
And soon I will say ciao
I've already chosen my bough
Where I will say "pain, do not follow me now"
Because if death is the enemy, I'll be a pow
I no longer can gad
You may say I am cad
Yet of dying I am glad
And to this poem, I want to add
"Mother, I love you so don't be sad
Father, forgive me and don't be mad
Friends, you were the best thing I had"
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Quando eu vejo as suntuosas flores
Eu penso dela
Quando eu leio as cartas de amor de os grandes autores
Eu penso dela
Quando eu me perco no céu azul
Eu penso dela
Se eu trabalho,ela é quem eu trabalho pela
De todos os meus assuntos, o seu amor é o cônsul
Você tem as chaves de meu sorriso
não posso ser feliz sem você
Mais de quo o ar, eu te preciso
Porque sem ti minha vida é tolice
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
Hello, I was born at the exact death of the 20th century
I was also born witness of the birth of the 21th, a new glory
And all events i am rhyming here are for me history
Since they were all buried when I had no memory
At, least supposed to but my case was desultory
back to 1973
A baby was born
between death and life he was torn
And to an unforeseen path he was sworn
Out of the hush of the womb, his ears perceived every sound as a horn
1977 and my first joy
The old place looked coy
he, now Simon, was playing with a toy
as every night, a ritual he seemed to enjoy
Again, that toy and only that toy he did employ
Me, I could not get my eyes of a doll, everything else you could destroy
The doll that did not exist to the boy
*And deep inside of me i wish i could brush her hair
But I could not even feel air
my eyes tore up and my hopes i decided to spare
suddenly a flare
And I saw three circles, I swear
This seemed rare
Even under shock, I could see Simon sitting there
I did not know why of him only i was aware
And about my existence, he did not care
This did not seem fair
He suddenly and brutally shook his hair
Like if he was hearing a blare
And his pain i hoped to share
but it was pain he could bare*
**He recovered in a blink of an eye
at first he turned his head and seemed shy
Then he took the doll but why?
he brushed her hair and care he did apply
I would do it the same way if i was a guy
Oh My!
Thrill of joy really made me cry
It is the first time that reality to my wishes did comply
I don't have wings but I believe i can fly
The butterflies in my tummy made me reach the sky
Then, he stopped, held his neck wry
And without knowing where to look said hi
**
1989 and I was still confused
at times I was amused
at times my soul was abused
The time when he did what i refused
All the time that was misused
But wounds have bruised
and everything was excused
*Like when Simon sought privacy
And even from me he wanted to hide
but that showed inefficacy
And in discovering his body he took pride*
**He was as hot as the sun
And he seemed to have a lot of fun
His sight was fixed in the fashion of a look at a loved one
I needed to know my body to get what was done
My body was totally different, built in an other way
More like those girls that took him away
I felt jealous how he chose with whom to play
I was mad, with him i did not want to stay
I wanted my own body with no delay
And in this mixture of feelings I saw it again
This 2000 is driving me insane
And I bet he will feel it too in his brain
to calm the pain, this time he had to crane
He stood up and went to his sister's room
He was looking for something specific, I presume
He was looking for a costume
Girly underwear, a dress and perfume
I suddenly felt lighter than a plume
The senses that I do not have felt a boom
I felt like home I assume
I came into being, I was out of the gloom
It was short, my existence waved away, my dreams were spume
Finally he slept, all his energy and mine he did consume
**
And that one night was dramatic
That one dream was tragic
Simon seemed ecstatic
He also seemed older but I did not panic
He was not alone and it got problematic
He was with a young girl, she was static
I was the girl and it got enigmatic
I saw the flash again, this time it was emphatic
And for the first time I slept, it was systematic
And for four years, I dreamed, it was monochromatic
*
After I woke up all my confusion found explanation
And I learned a whole lot from this dream's narration
And to understand it all, it took me gobs of concentration
Finally, from all my pain and sorrow I found salvation
That 2000 I kept seeing will be the end of my gestation
Simon was not a mystery anymore, with him I had a relation
He was my father, and his dream found explication
During those two years, I listened to a long oration
And I learned tons about my father's future reputation
Still, some issues needed cogitation
What was I doing in this generation?
What caused this weird agitation?
Did Simon feel the same sensation?
Oh! shall I call him daddy now, his true appellation?
I was in sedation
Thinking about the identity of my mother gave me palpitation
*
1993 and my father was in college
He was so hopeful yet so depressed
He spent days and nights seeking knowledge
but he did not he was going to be the best
*
I felt his pain, his fear
his future didn't seem clear
I wanted to tell him about his great year
That he will be a pioneer
His success will be sincere
And his talent will be admired throughout the sphere
*
**But I talked facts and he heard inspiration
And what he will accomplish became now his fixation
He could feel the joy of the standing ovation
The one where I stood to proclaim his vocation
He fell in the temptation
And enjoyed the fruits of his ongoing plantation
He sensed my presence and crashed in frustration
**
1997 And the years left were few
And I did not know how i'll get through
My father was traveling to Peru
When he drowned in her eyes, they were blue
This seemed like a deja vu
This was my mother, this was my only clue
And all along, her he tried to woo
I was excited to meet someone new
someone that could be my mother, my debut
Of them being together I enjoyed the view
But my guesses were untrue
And from this relationship he withdrew
And the two of them said Adieu
**
1998 and all this is approaching its end
My father was lonely with no friend
and to him love and amiability I did send
And his knowledge of me did ascend
but he was seeing me as his girlfriend
I admit, this situation did offend
I wish he could comprehend
*
Maybe he was confused
I wanted to show him how gorgeous I will be
But only the beauty he did see
And his body he abused
To materialize what he pictured as beauty
*
**He named me Stephany
Without understanding my entity
One time, he went out not sure of his identity
He first went somewhere I did not catch regretfully
And then He bought a necklace that said Stephany**
I knew it was for me
I felt life and joy
but I felt freezing
like if I were in cold storage
I did not know why?
1999 and it's the end of March
If my dreams were true
Simon should *********** soon
But he did not
Nothing out of the usual
Except one random thing
A few days ago, I felt warmth
I felt life, I felt agitation
But everything I could perceive was normal
2010, Now I am ten
Winter again
Cold and freezing as I was then
I know my father, I never met him, I will stay zen
May I find him and take away the cold Amen
Till then
I will immortalize it all with my pen.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
the dream in which i perish is by far the best
me in action, me in question, me in the quest
reality's blocking, censorship's choking, no rest
and i perish in the dream therefore it's the best
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC