"bagage" poems
I promised for so long to be strong enough
to face the brake,
so i could take the pain and never think
i ****** up. and i was wrong,
so i would have the nerv to hold on.
Beacuse no matter how many people say
im crazy.
no matter how many walk away.
I can not think.
I can not belive.
I can not acept that everyone
feels so **** alone.
so you can lie and test my boundry
i'll give my heart to break.
you can take my aspirations
and sink them in the lake.
You can walk right in and i'll
pull every gaurd away,
lock them in a cell and throw the key
so there the'll stay.
And you can push on all my bottons
tell you think its good and safe,
and then i'll wipe away your past
scrub away the staines.
I'll clean out all the cobwebs
in the closet.
Hold your hand while you face
every dark place created out of
loss.
I'll help you take your bagage off
tell all the trash is tossed.
than i'll let you be and set you free
and light the bridge we’ve crossed.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
We build our relationships
With the wreckage of all our previous.
Always.
Bagage the weight of
Broken ships.
Expectations built on debree; forever mirrored in
Shrapnel.
Everyday blows huffin' and a' puffin' and'll blow your house
Down piggie after piggie, love after love bacon.
Burn the next one down to the ground.
Harvest forest fresh and be
New.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Les mouettes volent et jouent ;
Et les blancs coursiers de la mer,
Cabrés sur les vagues, secouent
Leurs crins échevelés dans l'air.
Le jour tombe ; une fine pluie
Eteint les fournaises du soir,
Et le steam-boat crachant la suie
Rabat son long panache noir.
Plus pâle que le ciel livide
Je vais au pays du charbon,
Du brouillard et du suicide ;
- Pour se tuer le temps est bon.
Mon désir avide se noie
Dans le gouffre amer qui blanchit ;
Le vaisseau danse, l'eau tournoie,
Le vent de plus en plus fraîchit.
Oh ! je me sens l'âme navrée ;
L'Océan gonfle, en soupirant,
Sa poitrine désespérée,
Comme un ami qui me comprend.
Allons, peines d'amour perdues,
Espoirs lassés, illusions
Du socle idéal descendues,
Un saut dans les moites sillons !
A la mer, souffrances passées,
Qui revenez toujours, pressant
Vos blessures cicatrisées
Pour leur faire pleurer du sang !
A la mer, spectre de mes rêves,
Regrets aux mortelles pâleurs
Dans un coeur rouge ayant sept glaives,
Comme la mère des douleurs.
Chaque fantôme plonge et lutte
Quelques instants avec le flot
Qui sur lui ferme sa volute
Et l'engloutit dans un sanglot.
Lest de l'âme, pesant bagage,
Trésors misérables et chers,
Sombrez, et dans votre naufrage
Je vais vous suivre au fond des mers.
Bleuâtre, enflé, méconnaissable,
Bercé par le flot qui bruit,
Sur l'humide oreiller du sable
Je dormirai bien cette nuit !
... Mais une femme dans sa mante
Sur le pont assise à l'écart,
Une femme jeune et charmante
Lève vers moi son regard,
Dans ce regard, à ma détresse
La Sympathie à bras ouverts
Parle et sourit, soeur ou maîtresse,
Salut, yeux bleus ! bonsoir, flots verts !
Les mouettes voient et jouent ;
Et les blancs coursiers de la mer,
Cabrés sur les vagues, secouent
Leurs crins échevelés dans l'air.
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Today it became crystal clear why no one has ever wanted me
I drag so much bagage
and am constantly followed
by demons I gave birth to
In fact some would say
It's a good common sense
to stay as far away from me as possible
Yes, maybe my fingers have the potential to do magic in the light or in the dark, doesn't matter if you are the right one
But is that all you are looking for?
Because, for once I'd rather be the full course than the cold leftover
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
Few to none
All to more
They are aware
Of my love afair
How it was fake
How bad i was
The **** i was
The **** i am
The feelings i felt
But cowardice took me apart
I take all blame i broke you up
It seems like bagage was all i had
Seemed not to care for your perfect self
Seemed not to give but still expect
Such a person i had to be
To become the person I'm meant to be
All the ******** you had to take
Cuz maybe you loved and cared
But here i am renewed at your feet
No way of contact
Many years later i seek
A chance i know i don't deserve
A clue that you remember and care
A last advice now meant for you
A little time to show you
That i evolved
That i am new
That i did care
Care about you
That i know i love
I love you
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Quoy mon ame, dors tu engourdie en ta masse ?
La trompette a sonné, serre bagage, et va
Le chemin deserté que Jesuchrist trouva,
Quand tout mouillé de sang racheta nostre race.
C'est un chemin facheux borné de peu d'espace,
Tracé de peu de gens que la ronce pava,
Où le chardon poignant ses ****** esleva,
Pren courage pourtant, et ne quitte la place.
N'appose point la main à la mansine, apres
Pour ficher ta charue au milieu des guerets,
Retournant coup sur coup en arriere ta vüe :
Il ne faut commencer, ou du tout s'emploier,
Il ne faut point mener, puis laisser la charue.
Qui laisse son mestier, n'est digne du loier.
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