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My love for poetry started when I was reading other people's works. I loved the work so much and I was inspired to start writing ...
New York
between ink & crumpled pa
I scribble. I dream. Thread worded pixels into the imaginariums fabric. I grin. Drink. Scribble some more
Poems
Katryna
Dec 2018
hi,
first time?
no? hmmm
im siam and you are?
cold turkey.
cold turkey, nice name.
is that for real coz im starting to believe it.
sigh, of course not!
as if siam is your real name duh!
haha
do you want to go out and have life outside
or you just want to sit back and relax as if you enjoy all this ****?
what do you want siam?
im free.
sure!
*****?
no thanks,
im done with 1 bottle already.
weak!
kiddin, hi im oyster and you are?
oyster, sound scandal isnt it?
yah,
i know.
im free,
sure.
who am i?
rabbit?
cement?
who am i?
say it louder,
who am i?
pablo,
oslo,
just do it!
done.
same.
wait,
what's your name again?
it doesnt matter anyway,
call me whatever you like.
first time?
no? hmmm
im siam and you are?
cold turkey.
cold turkey, nice name.
is that for real coz im starting to believe it.
sigh, of course not!
as if siam is your real name duh!
haha
do you want to go out and have life outside
or you just want to sit back and relax as if you enjoy all this ****?
what do you want siam?
im free.
sure!
*****?
no thanks,
im done with 1 bottle already.
weak!
kiddin, hi im oyster and you are?
oyster, sound scandal isnt it?
yah,
i know.
im free,
sure.
who am i?
rabbit?
cement?
who am i?
say it louder,
who am i?
pablo,
oslo,
just do it!
done.
same.
wait,
what's your name again?
it doesnt matter anyway,
call me whatever you like.
meet siam from the land of imagination.
siam is a 27 yrs old with no gender (feel free to guess
siam is a 27 yrs old with no gender (feel free to guess
Jacques Prévert Feb 2010
Barbara
Remember Barbara
It rained relentlesly on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Beaming ravishing drenched
Under the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained relentlesly on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him under the rain
Beaming ravishing drenched
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What stupidity is war
Wwhat has become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.
It rained relentlesly on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Beaming ravishing drenched
Under the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained relentlesly on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him under the rain
Beaming ravishing drenched
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What stupidity is war
Wwhat has become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.