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its that special time between
the winter and autumn
when its sometimes snowing
and there’s no sunshine
to come leaking through
the clouds are thick at this time
 Jul 2015 stéphane noir
Mallow
Sliding down your barrel once again
instead of climbing out I’m examining the insides with great precision.
A smile covers my face as my head drops back
silk scarves are running past my neck

Faces glow with glittering shine,
sequins twinkle in kind eyes
hands are held out to hold tight.
My city is my friend and plays with me all night.


Water carries all the weight
as feet glide past each other with a slight pressuring touch.
Enigmatic shivers stand in line to go up the spine,
the order in which they fire is ecstasy.

Everything seems in   s l o w   m o t i o n
as if a flip book had folds in each page.
Voices turn into sweet music
that i only imagine heaven would play.

Faces glow with glittering shine,
sequins twinkle in kind eyes
hands are held out to hold tight.
My city is my friend and plays with me all night.


This barrel that is held over my head
is you needing me more my great
Whenever you need me to come,
please just say!

I am here waiting for you always
 Jul 2015 stéphane noir
Harsh
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 Jul 2015 stéphane noir
Harsh
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My mind is a cøffer øf cømført,  
  take what yøu will at yøur lesiure.
    Wørry nøt øf replenishing the reserves.
      My arms are an øpen ørphanage–
        shøuld løve and høpe have passed away,
          find refuge frøm the cøld
            biting winds øf apathy in my arms.
              Sip frøm my pøøls øf patience
                and extinguish the flames øf frustratiøn
                  that grøw deep within yøu.
                    If yøu have guns før hands
                      then secure the safety              
                        and always pøint at my perseverance,
                          never at yøur persøn.
                            When yøu are weak,
                              knøw that my knees will knøck
                                 but I will cøntinually carry yøu
                                   till the end øf yøur days.
Inspired by the søng "Guns For Hands" x Twenty Øne Piløts, I alsø tøøk the "øpen ørphanage" line from the søng "27" x Fall Øut Bøy

(yes, all the alliteratiøn was intentiønal)
 Jul 2015 stéphane noir
Born
I miss the days when i got a comment that said that was awesome

the days when plagiarism didn't taint our papers

the days when berly dov,
the fictional real character of hello poetry
didn't dominate our thoughts
our discussions

the days when Joe challenged our might to toy with words

the days when no one was competing to hate the other

the days when "Deborah"
didn't have to write about the hate that we are so eager to embrace

the days when I didn't have to write that
Hello poetry
should rest in peace
Everytime when she cryeth
And one of her angelic tear's fall,
A feather falleth off her wing's
Everytime her pain is recalled....

So I make mineself a clown
Just to seeith her happy,
And I giveth her one of mine plume's
To keep her smiling, uplifted, and and laughing!!!

As tis her tear's falleth, from her moon to the planet
That's how earth gets its oceans, from her watery magnet's,
So I go to those blue sea's, where her mourning hath brought floods, I collect them in a jar, to remind me of her love....

I cry in the same jar, whenever I feeleth her pain
Just because I want to connect, to mine queen every day,
So daily do I feeleth her lachrymal wailing's,
Though I'd taketh every pain, fire flooding, and DEATH by hanging....

Just to giveth her comfort, inside her trapped head
I'd telleth the king to taketh me, set her free instead...
So off with his head, screamed the universal king...
I did it for mi amour', for she's mine everything!!!!

As tis now she's happy, free and Alive upon her moon
I Gaveth that king beast mine head, for her to dance her tune,
As tis I shalt watcheth over her, yet when she thinks I'm not around....
I shalt still catcheth her tears, when her tear'***** the ground....
I didn't use to cry over boys
Then you happened
You *******- you ruined everything
I had a perfectly constructed castle built
With little green soldiers protecting the gates
I catapulted marbles and gumballs, trying to keep you away.
But you came anyways
And with a Trojan horse
I let you in and you ******* broke me from the inside
You torn down my castle like it was made of cards
Three words held the power to blow it all down
And I cried.
I cried my eyes out when we parted ways.

A year later and I don't think the castle I constructed is as strong
Because another came along
And he trampled the green soldiers
He ripped right through the walls
And here I am again, considering digging a moat
That will surely be filled with saltwater for sharks
I told myself I'll be moving on,
I know I should be moving on,
But I hate the fact that in every moment,
A part of my heart you've stolen.

And now it's missing its pieces
Broken, almost battered against the floor
Because my heart that misses
Is what tethers me to you, for more.
I wish I hadn't been such a fool
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