tuesday, august 22th 2017

Léger comme ta main
Tes doigts
Tes boucles
Les nuages
Tout à l'inverse de mon esprit
de ton humour
de ton ego
de mes pulsions
Entre nous
tout est si
inconcevable.

Hey folks, listen to the soup I’m spilling
I’m just a random lass
But I don’t give a rat’s ***
About all this huggin and loving
You think I’m inclined to fall for grace
You think I’m gonna waste my time 
On this courtin and kissing
Cuz France held my first breathing
I’d gladly trade ‘em boyz I liked for a dime
I’m born to fight and I don’t ******* mean
Under their gorgeous minds and bodies
Like really. A Man, at his finest can beget
The swiftest soul and body- and what do you get?
A brain led by powers, hormones and pulsions
That is once in a while driven by addictions
So if this is your perfect human race
Then I think I’m in for the haze
That I see in your eyes and words
You wanna put up a fight, then bring your swords
Cause I love that one in a million
Flow of your heart, its alluvion
Your imperfection being my inspiration
You are at the core of my unreachable adoration
****, here I go again all cheesy with my bits
Guess I just need to take a couple more hits
The murkiest the beauty
The finest, for it is poetry

July 24, 2014

I've been drowning for hours
those are the thoughts
wanna peek into my broken home?

So out of my element, so stressed
My glitter water, my magic powder
I will create something out of this mess

I am one of those freaks
I am one of those wild meeks
Can't let this get to me

I've been drowning for hours
in a puddle
of my own undone pulsions
of something I can't name
but it ******* ached

I felt it coming back
all of that crap...
Thin guys - thin desire
That heartbeat rising and dying
at the same agonic time
Closed mouth - hands tightly shut
in that famous knot
Thin mentality - beauty in an urn
But I smashed it the moment I felt the Sun
Is it up to me, for the Sun to burn

Trust nothing - not even your mind
in fact, that's the least reliable one
trust your Soul, your shining Sun! it lies in your Heart

The tragedy is I might love you
we created a monster
that comes and saves us in unlikely moments
but you might not care about this poem

What about him? I love him, too
it's a work in progress - it goes good

but yesterday I just ****** up
on my actions
and my world is a weird puzzle
where everything connects
no internal logic yet
but synapses going nuts instead
so enlightening, so sick,
sometimes, so great

But what do I think now
it makes no sense
I am drowning,
once again

My mind - sharp and clear
I will die for this
for the afterwards bliss

Tout n’était qu’un rêve
La vie n’est qu’un rêve et rien de plus
La vie n’est qu’un rêve et,
Rien de plus

Alors je me suis réveillé auprès de lui
Auprès de sa peau et les recoins de son corps
Avec un mal de tête suite à la veille, la gorge sèche
La musique espagnole résonne encore, ici

Nous avons trop bu,
Fait l’amour n’importe comment
Sans inviter le romantisme
Comme si nous l’avions laissé à la porte
Et ma mémoire n’a rien retenu

Je pensais qu’il allait satisfaire mes pulsions mais,
Il est parti déjà que je me sens aussi vide
Aussi vide que quand il a franchi les frontières de mon intimité

Et c’est noir, ici
Les rêves peuvent l’être, noir aussi
Mais les feuilles jaunissent, au moins
C’est beau, c’est l’automne sur la péninsule

Un jour de vie, encore
On a beau se le répéter, c’est beau de vivre
C’est parfois dur à croire pourtant
Mieux vaut se convaincre que la vie n’est qu’un rêve