"chics" poems
Coffee on my breath,
wearing a frown.
Sunshine, my sweater,
my soul turns brown.
Lips slick with chapstick,
chics' licking sack n' ****
drag off a ******* *** n' lean,
obscene in the sense,
the ******* fags' a drag queen.
Rival the bible,
hell to sell any,
whats worse, church
bells smell ugly
under my nose.
I chose the shallow dirt
road to death, even the
tallest tales hail the same frail fate.
Fill my urn to earn my fill,
**** it.
There is no still
frame to capture the moment,
fracture the film and leave it alone.
Yellow toned, below me,
sallow, cornered in color coordinates.
Drenched cover but dry at the core of it;
dazzled by **** dazzled by diction,
you write the dirtiest fiction
and I'm the ******* ***** in it.
Leather bound, cable wound,
leather bound. Black.
Leather.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
Hey baby,
I thought I should write you one before you forget my handwriting. I know you probably be reading this as you pack in a hurry or at the airport or thousands of kilometers up in the sky.
The last two weeks have been the best of moment’s l have had in the last two years. For a moment again, my body calmed down my heart felt warm again and l was genuinely happy.
Before you came there was so much l wanted to tell you but for the moment you landed in my arms our hearts talked to each other, so calm and beautiful that l just wanted to hold you forever and stop time so that you remain in my arms.
Today you told me something that made me feel bad that you would think that way. The fact that l flirted with some chics sometime back and for a moment you think that you are not first in my life and world. I made a mistake and a lot of errors of judgement that l am really really sorry about baby. Truth is you are beyond first in my life. Even before l see me, l see you. I would lose myself anytime in fighting for you and giving you the best that this world has to offer.
You are going back to school and l always do pray for you and all the works of your hands that you will be successful in it. Education lays the foundation and l want the strongest foundation for you. I always got your back and even when you feel like giving it up, remember you doing it for me too ***
My heart smiles when l think that it has been five years now, we have smiled, laughed, argued, fought and done everything that could possibly have been done but above all we have loved and stood together. Many things and people have tried to come between us but we know better baby. Only fools don’t learn from their mistakes and we definitely are not fools.
I wrote this with mixed emotions, happy because l could write a book about the love of my life and sad because today you travel back for a couple of months without physical contact. I have stayed with you long enough to truly know your heart, to see you for who you really are. The simple, shy, beautiful and loving girlfriend behind the loud and bubbly personality people see.
Many times we take the ones we love for granted forgetting that despite forever love, life ends at some point and the little time we have on earth should be spent treasuring them. I treasure you my best friend, soul mate and love of my life.
The sun is setting as l write this but though time lapses, good and bad times come and go, my love for you will always be pure and steadfast. Keep well baby, remember God in everything you do and always strive to be better than you were yesterday. Travel safe keeper of my dreams. I always will love you
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Vous mîtes votre bras adroit,
Un soir d'été, sur mon bras... gauche.
J'aimerai toujours cet endroit,
Un café de la Rive-Gauche ;
Au bord de la Seine, à Paris :
Un homme y chante la Romance
Comme au temps... des lansquenets gris ;
Vous aviez emmené Clémence.
Vous portiez un chapeau très frais
Sous des nœuds vaguement orange,
Une robe à fleurs... sans apprêts,
Sans rien d'affecté ni d'étrange ;
Vous aviez un noir mantelet,
Une pèlerine, il me semble,
Vous étiez belle, et... s'il vous plaît,
Comment nous trouvions-nous ensemble ?
J'avais l'air, moi, d'un étranger ;
Je venais de la Palestine
À votre suite me ranger,
Pèlerin de ta Pèlerine.
Je m'en revenais de Sion,
Pour baiser sa frange en dentelle,
Et mettre ma dévotion
Entière à vos pieds d'Immortelle.
Nous causions, je voyais ta voix
Dorer ta lèvre avec sa crasse,
Tes coudes sur la table en bois,
Et ta taille pleine de grâce ;
J'admirais ta petite main
Semblable à quelque serre vague,
Et tes jolis doigts de gamin,
Si chics ! qu'ils se passent de bague ;
J'aimais vos yeux, où sans effroi
Battent les ailes de votre Âme,
Qui font se baisser ceux du roi
Mieux que les siens ceux d'une femme ;
Vos yeux splendidement ouverts
Dans leur majesté coutumière...
Étaient-ils bleus ? Étaient-ils verts ?
Ils m'aveuglaient de ta lumière.
Je cherchais votre soulier fin,
Mais vous rameniez votre robe
Sur ce miracle féminin,
Ton pied, ce Dieu, qui se dérobe !
Tu parlais d'un ton triomphant,
Prenant aux feintes mignardises
De tes lèvres d'amour Enfant
Les cœurs, comme des friandises,
La rue où rit ce cabaret,
Sur laquelle a pu flotter l'Arche,
Sachant que l'Ange y descendrait,
Porte le nom d'un patriarche.
Charmant cabaret de l'Amour !
Je veux un jour y peindre à fresque
Le Verre auquel je fis ma cour.
Juin, quatre-vingt-cinq, minuit... presque.
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