"violents" poems
it all feels like disease and i want to strip my bones raw; manic
(sugar rush deity)
what am i to you… what are you to me, aside from endearing silhouettes; pixie
(mumbling shy songs)
in an ocean of violents in bloom we speak artificial prayer; dream
(cloaked in starry-eyed acapella—thats what they think, no?)
i surrender to your clarity and intensity and charm and beauty that my hands are too numb and dull to touch; girl
and then comes wrath: a dewy vileness teetering on the brink of your 9th life
now hell has harnessed my chest, for it is with deep regret and shaky sobs that every opening and crack in my body emits rotten remains of our silent war…
but there are still heartfelts i never mustered up the courage to let go of:
thank you for tip-toeing around broken strings to reach out once more, twice more
thank you for enduring my futile voyages through resentment
thank you for soaking all my insanity in like sunlight and excreting back out a gentle rainfall
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
des espoirs,
toujours nombreux,
dans sa tête,
des regards,
souvent curieux,
dans ses yeux,
des clopes,
toujours une,
à sa bouche,
des verres,
toujours vidés,
dans sa gorge,
des angoisses,
toujours présents,
dans son cœur,
des papillons
parfois volants,
dans son ventre,
des pensées,
souvent gonflées,
à son sexe,
des mains,
jamais ses propres,
sur ses cuisses,
des trémoussements,
toujours violents
au niveau de ses genoux
de la danse,
toujours frappant,
prend ses pieds
la guerre prend lieu
sans approbation
dans son corps
des tensions,
et la détente
en bataille éternelle
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC