The clouds cry too,
But we call it rain-
When their life gets hard
They turn all grey
They grumble when upset
And look at bit down
They start to feel heavy
And that’s when start to cry
Hear hear it on the roof
The steady tap, tap, tap
It falls so gracefully
And waters down the earth
Because sometimes
The clouds need to cry too

Dark eyes,
Dark hair,
Lace like shadows, skin laid bare.
Pale as moonlight on the snow,
Lips that beckon, pull, then go.
Fingernails trace a burning line,
Pain and pleasure intertwine.
Your breath is thunder in my ear,
A whisper deep, too close to fear.
A glance, a sway, your wicked art,
You steal my breath, then take my heart.
So come, you devil dressed in silk,
I'll drown for one more taste of milk.

I don't know where I started
nor what I wanted
I just remember
it was all over.

You say my grades don’t matter.
You say, “I love you no matter what.”
Then why am I invisible?
Why do they only see the red numbers on my sheet?

You ask me, “Is everything fine?”
What do you expect me to say —
that I’m f**d up?
That I dream about leaving?
That I keep a blade in my front pocket?

You say I don’t share,
but you don’t pay attention.
I play the piano till my fingers bleed,
I scream songs that reflect me,
I even talked to you.

Maybe it’s because you liked me,
never loved me.
Maybe I’m so flawed I can’t see,
or maybe it’s both.
Maybe we’re both flawed —
we’re only human.

maybe not now, not quite today,
but somewhere down the winding way,
when time feels right and skies align,
your path will gently cross with mine.

i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow,
there’s still so much we’ll come to know.
no need for maps, no need to see—
we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.

You touched me,
and I remembered how stars bleed
before they die.

I don't care what we are anymore, as long as you're something that's not my enemy.

She stood in the field of Violets.
A distressed lady in war.
While others charged in the battlefront,
Only I noticed her, from afar.

She was enraged, with dreadful eyes,
Murmured words I didn't hear
A cluster of sunken syllables
Rose a song too hard to bear.

Forgiveness, O Damsel of Violet
Release me from these cries
Let me sing a song so dear
For those hazel eyes.

Trust me O Wrathful maiden,
No harm was ever planned.
Yet here I stand, entranced by you,
Still spellbound where I stand.

If you talk
in your dreams,
what does this
really mean???
conversations of
the unknown,
  while in your
dreams are shown,
is it someone
that you know???,
or is it a
complete stranger???,
as your mind
steady wonders, and
as your dream
steady lingers,
If you are talking, while
unconscious, while you
are steady dreaming,
just know it's
very harmless, but has
certain meanings,


B.R.
Date: 05/7/2025

Certains recherchent la célébrité sans savoir réellement ce qu’elle implique
ils veulent tellement qu’on se souvienne d’eux, qu’ils s’oublient eux-mêmes
ils pensent se connaître mais ne connaissent que l’image qu’on leur a donnée
leur personnalité n’est pas leur mais définie par les attentes des autres
ils répondent à des codes invisibles et ignorent la prison dans laquelle ils s’enferment,
les barreaux eux aussi sont transparents

quand la transparence, c’est tout ce que je recherche
je suis fait d’ectoplasme
les relations avec mes semblables sont vraies — je n’en souffre pas
(je souffre autrement)
car peu m’importe ce que j’emporterai dans la tombe ou l’image que je laisserai,
les poèmes que j’aurai écrits sur les personnes que j’aurai aimées
ce qui compte à mes yeux sont les sentiments ressentis au moment où je les
retranscris, la personne qui partage mes draps cette nuit

vous l’avez compris, je ne veux ni être vu ni remarqué
je suis un paysage qu’on regarde sans but
(mais avec admiration, j’espère !)
je suis un mur de lettres
et je ne réponds à aucune loi sauf celles de l’univers.

She is
like a flower—
not blooming for admiration,
but blooming regardless.

Whether anyone sees her or not,
she must blossom.

Not to please others,
but to be
the most radiant version of herself.

Not an object of admiration,
but a force of beauty
and strength
for her own sake.

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The white crow of lost memory warns the wrong past. A baseball shrugs into my brother’s ribs. I fear Jesus, and weep for Adam. Make my knee in the ghost gold sea.

I am you.

You are me.

But I don’t want to be.



Your weakness

— my weakness.

I want to be new,

but I’m not.



Because you are me.

And I am yours.



Tied by blood,

You have shaped me



Only God can help me

— break the chain



And make me

Someone free.

You promised
A lifetime of poetry
Just to leave without
A single line

i made it through the day,
but not yet through the night.

With razor-sharp teeth, I bit,
Gnawing deep until I struck bone.
But hunger drove me past the snap—
I feasted 'til there was nothing left,
Only splinters and marrow and silence.
It wasn’t 'til then I saw the ruin—
And I wasn’t sorry I’d eaten my love.

Floating over puddles from last night’s rain,
May apples and trilliums carpet the woodlot,
Birdsong and light darting between branches,
This walk, endless as the light that follows me.

you, who asked me if
I already brushed my teeth —
I said I'd prove it
when you come closer and taste
the mint from my very tongue

Tomorrow is
nebulous at best.
A dream of one
who still sleeps.
You are alive now.
Awake in this fresh
green world.
In the planning, we
forget to live.

Ask the mice and men
how plans go.
There are traps and
trivialities that keep
you from carrying on.
Funny things happen on
the way to the bank.
My mom died while
grocery shopping.

Today, peers back at
you from the mirror.
Breath and heartbeat.
Desire and passion.
No one survives this
story.
You're the author and the
protagonist, write it
well.

I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.

You are the sun in the sea wind
the bonze soul of spring
you are the law that moves my blood

come
lay down with me
the sun is coming up

we’ll swallow its rays
and have sunlight flowing
from our fingertips

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