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 May 2015 stéphane noir
Grey
He once asked me, “Do I dare?” To which I reply
with quivering hands and wide open eyes
“How do we disturb what it is that we are?
After all, you yourself are not unlike a star.”
You see, all our lives we spend burning away
We give others light till the end of our days
And everyone else is of star-matter too
so can you not say that the universe is you?
So yes, we must dare to disturb our own minds.
We never know what possibility finds.
It may be art or a universe new.
The outcome depends on what you will do.
So dare if you wish and dare if you will
and dare the world until you have had your fill
because one of these days all our daring must cease
as we turn back to star-matter, reaching our peace.
And we flow on and on to the end of all time
and the universe finally frees our minds
and the mermaids are singing a song just for you
and there’s marmalade, teacups, and fresh peaches too
and the crest of your life has just truly begun
because if you’re a star, then you can be the sun
and the light you give off is a beautiful flare.
It inspires a young boy to ask, “Do I dare?”
Inspired by T.S. Eliot's 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'
Every step I take is another scar on my soul,
I wish you could eat me and consume me whole
Rip me apart in pieces, till there's nothing left to hide-
I wish I could make you feel every tear that I've cried
So many words I've chained from the noose on my throat,
One whisper to wear and one whisper to choke,
Too much confusion, let us be gone somewhere,
Only a pull and you won't even see me anywhere.


How can I see through your eyes
In the hollow mask you keep
If all you do is dream about the lies
Tell me, how do you leave ?


You live with a delusion that I must be real,
An illusion someday the wounds you gave me will heal,
I cannot breathe, you caught my breath once again,
I hope the silence would be better than all of this pain
And there's no one left to tell us what we want,
I thought everyone will be gone, in a wish to haunt,
My hurt is for you to keep, too many tears I've bled
Now swallow my pain till your tears become red.


I've seen every whisper of love die
You think I've never seen you weep
If your lies are as hollow as the sky
Tell me, how many stars you need


Seek your own nightmare, I've had enough to feed,
So many questions but I've not got enough to bleed
Buried in your night is the tale of my blue sky
You know every answer but you still ask me why
Take me to your dreams and I might see more clear,
How it makes you feel when you have love to bear
I have no other reason to guess what you mean,
And all I want is that I can smile when you do scream.


I've had it all once upon a time
In the yesterdays for us to keep
Now that you're no longer mine
Tell me, how do you sleep ?

I've never seen you cry
Did the scar ever cut  you deep
Now I'm the one who had to die
Tell me, then why do you weep ?
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 May 2015 stéphane noir
Madeysin
What's the point in living, no ones listening anyway. If I had to say goodbye, it would be this way. A sloppy half drunk poem, with no meaning. Goodbye
 May 2015 stéphane noir
Lyra
You're a puzzle
but

I'm not your missing piece.
I open the front door
Which leads to a pathway
It's small, and stone, on which I walk halfway
And stop
I'm at a pond - in its reflection the home behind me
Stained-glass windows
And a crystal-coated chimney
It's small in size, but the window reaches high
Two birch trees, and countless willows
Hearing hums as the wind blows
To the green vines crawling
And the red leaves falling
Cross-legged, I sit, and observe the birds
They're drinking from the pond
With satiated chirps
While dragonflies and animal eyes
Peer 'round the raindrops' descent
Soft books and leather seats
Await me inside
Was this supposed to be the woman to care for me?
The woman who should have taken care of her infant instead of partying?
Yes.
Does she mean anything to me? No.
How could I possibly love a stranger that is considered to be my mother?
my mom was never there for me. She was too busy being with friends. I was raised by my grandma and aunt.
My downfall.
Slow,
Excruciating,
Waited by all,
Seen by all.

Plotted by few,
wanted by many.
That is my demise,
my destiny.

Pain, helps me;
and yet hurts me.
It brings me away
by keeping me there.

A blade,
A word,
A gun,
Absurd.

All are my downfall,
Pain, I must decide for her.
Be she the curse,
or be she the cure.
 May 2015 stéphane noir
Atypnoc
Today I woke up and looked in the mirror
"Oh great. It's you again."
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