#laughters
not everything is
just smiles and laughters
not everyone
is always happy
stop acting so happy
i know some part of u is sad
is hurt
why won’t u open it up to me
i will comfort u
i will care for u
u are not alone
i know that u always laugh and all
but are u really happy
or were those fake laughters
all those tears that are inside of u
are they drowning u
tell me something
please
i really care for u
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward.
Yesterday is so far, and the party is done;
Gone are the petits fours and the sound of the drums.
Today the wine is red and I push with my thumbs
Some leftovers of bread on the table, some crumbs.
Wasps are nibbling the grapes and the time can’t rewind:
How cold are the graves; I am losing my mind.
They’re clicking the laughters and clapping all the bones;
Their pidgins are swishers in cages of the zoos:
Mariette and Amir went all the way up there,
– Like an old souvenir – and it makes me shiver.
Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward.
Amir was a poet and Mariette a dove.
Who can tell that the death is watching out for love?
Yesterday the river saw us throwing some stones,
And drinking cans of beer. The sunlight and the glows
Of tiny water hints: we had to fold the eyes.
Who can tell that omens were these water lilies?
Mariette was wearing her pretty yellow pearls,
Her simple golden ring. The long mane and the curls
Of Amir, and his mood, were like hot butterflies
They were so young and proud: Why can't I stop my cries?
Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward.
Of what kind is this waltz, this triple meter dance,
This strange time with no source, which always starts and ends?
Yesterday, tomorrow; this day: a stunning ride
On horses of sorrow where I cried as a child.
Knucklebones of my hands, and my feet in the snow:
Of what kind are these wounds spoiling red my pillow?
Mariette cried and laughed, this all at the same time,
As Amir depictured the story of their fine
And very first kisses under the almond tree.
Their sweet and calm faces have fired poetry.
Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard –
And the violet smells in the new day forward…
(c) Quitterie Kerlach
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
you promised to be with me til death,
remember? i don't think so, you already forgot,
the together forever we promised with each other,
left me here all alone , crying in the corner.
why do you have to be the cause of my laughters?
if you'll just leave me full of tears,
why do you have to be the cause for my life to have purpose?
if you'll just leave me full of sorrows.
before, you're the reason of my racing heart,
now, you're the reason why my heart is torn apart,
to the person who made my heart sore,
thank you for the memories i still store.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
So beautiful and so scary.
It makes you brave
And scares the hell out of you
It makes you admire its beauty
While you writhe in the pain
it brought you.
Such irony.
Love will always be love.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
When I'll finally leave this place,
And the life will continue to move on with the same pace
You'll always be in my memories,
You'll always be there to fill that space
I know I'll be forgotten by you,
But I'll always remember this face
A part of my life and a fragment of my dream,
Your laughter will echo in my ears; and these memories will chase
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC