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Yes, Mr Always Right
This should have been his Family name
Always Right, as you hear him, everyone in his tales are wrong and he is the only righteous yet he is the one imprisoned...
Mr Always Right how dare you believe that I would tell you all you wanted to hear for the sake of having some penny of yours,
As you wronged and insulted me...
My ex is better than you, he once yelled at me, a submissive, covered and sweet creature...
Oh, Mr Always Right keep your money for my dignity and pride don't bear a price...
The love I have for my very self is unmeasurable and even millions won't buy it, for I can create millions on my own, if I wished.
Keep on living and feeding yourself with the illusion that everyone wronged you and that you are the only one Right.
For I know that the fruit of such attitudes are "Loneliness" and the company of the fakes, telling you all you wish to hear for your little penny....
Applause my Beloved Audience
A Criminal's Eye
This is the look that you have for me
A scent of danger that never leaves you and yet your presence and your voice reassure me...
“Look how much I look like an angel…” he said to me
Face of an angel and yet, darkness is never far from you.
A terror for your enemies and for the corpses you hide...
Face as gentle as a lamb, a lively mind in constant turmoil.
You are a prisoner of your little enclosure...
As a good boss, always doing your calculations and your accounts...
Money, Money and more and more money...
Money his first wife,
I will never understand this need for money, as if money was his oxygen, without it, he could neither sleep nor breathe...
It's not Pasha with "c" but an "s"
“S” for the snake, silent and sneaky who reveals little of his real thoughts.
A look that kills, words that hurt,
This is how my memory dresses you...
My imprisoned star
If I could, I would have freed you
So that you can,
make all your wishes come true
Your dreams, your hopes, I hope that from where you are, you keep them safe
With the hope that one day, even with time they will surely be...
A tribute to our love, I come here to pay
Knowing that one day I will reread this poem to remember that I have loved and cried you so much,
Our desires will maybe never come true but a few nights in my dreams,
you were my husband and our beautiful babies we made them...
My heart and my body, you cherished them, until dawn came to ruin everything...
Clarencine

How is it going?
the days pass
time passes
yesterday was 2020
We are now in 2022.

Do you feel like you've found yourself,
how is the fight against depression going?

Less hard you will tell me,
have a job, fall into a routine.
No lover, just a big dream,
no dream of having your own child, but you are the mother of all the children in this world !!!

Fall asleep on your thoughts, on your books,
on invoices.

How is it going?
The covid epidemics, worries, deaths, restrictions ...

To my world, be well and be well!
(Someone talks, talks to me ... and this is what they say ... a bit of Clarencine and her little routine.)
I deserve and I don't deserve anybody's love,
For I live in the consciousness that I have an unconventional character,
Praises are to these souls that have tried to seize the unseizable,
And a memorial for those who run away from the unbearable,
Oh, Love, when shall you fit me,
Perpetually!
I wish to drink your pink strawberry milk and drench in your turquoise, blue water, to live under your heart-shaped clouds.
Love let me believe in your imagery.
I have set myself free,
Free from what they said and what they did not say.
And have already overcome what they will eventually be saying.
And their blah blah blah shall go on
But I have won.
For all that they said,  I did the diametric of it,
Their self-fulfilling prophecy shall remain null for me,
For I am Me,
The Builder, The Semi God,
For I speak and So shall it be.
I am the sole creator of who I should be,
I am unbound,
From wherever they bound me!
I have come to the consciousness that,
I still have some pages to fill,
That though I have locked myself in,
That I will have to go out,
And act being me.
You can't always flee,
Life will eventually throw you out in this,
Frightening, unknown and huge
Universe where you cannot flee.
You'll have to inhale and Exhale,
And have the courage to face
what Destiny has called for you to be,
Flee, Flee, Flee...
But how to flee or lock yourself in,
When the expression of the inner you,
Is to be out there and bearing the decision of having zero limit.
So I am breaking the shell,
Little by Little
And will soon re-Express
The real me.
Not letting them (the dark forces, the dark energies) to shut the spiritual
being, having a human a experience
down anymore.
I am light, connected to its creator,
The source of everything
And I can't be shut down!
I have pages to fill,
Onto them I will write how I'd love,
hate, win, conquer, fail, fall, soar
And the most crucial one, to succeed at finding my truest - self!
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