yann - Hello Poetry

yann Sep 2021

Intimacy

In the grand scheme of things, I just want to be touched
In a way that is meaningful,

I fear being witness to the ghosts who lie in the hands of others,
When they are so close to mine but not close enough yet,

In the moments where I imagine
What I could be doing
Instead of doing it.

In the small schemes of things, I just want to be taken care of in a lovely way,
Craddle me, precious,
Wash my hair,
Caress my arms and
Let us not be afraid.

August 22nd 2021, opening up to love and polyamori

yann Sep 2021

Breakfast Scenario

Did you wake up yet?
I'm sure you're hungry
I see you going down the stairs, in my head,
You'd love a nice breakfast, to start the day off softly,
Maybe you slept bad, add a bit of sugar to it,
I could go and get some croissants,
I would put on my shoes and a jacket
and run to the market
Ask for their freshest smallest fruits
because my arms are weak but my Heart immense,
I would come back with half the city in my arms
For your peaceful morning.
Are you already brushing your teeth?
But you haven't eaten yet
All the kindness I would've gotten you!

july 28th 2021, stepping away from desires

yann Sep 2021

thoughts about working

witnessing your life, so chaotic, full of lights and other
clapping sounds, i wonder
if i will ever lead one life. one life only.
pick your moments and go to work.
find your solace and indulge on the weekend.
i can't live as a human in a museum, wings pinned to the walls so they won't flutter too close to the exit i
won't accept the deal
that makes me singular instead of happy.

july 27th 2021, celebrity relating to how i perceive work and life and capitalism

yann Sep 2021

and when the artists go to sleep who is brave enough to lie next to them

let me witness the quiet moments of
a life crafted for the show
is your blood still red when the lights are off
alone in the stairwells, alone in the cars,
alone in the lifts to the lonely hotel rooms,
alone with your camera and
your pajama,

i too write words when i turn blue.

july 27th, wondering about celebrity

yann Sep 2021

Untitled

veins and bones and flesh and stones and
breathing ******* the sidewalks when my lungs've decided to give out
how long have i been hiding
choking this part of me
its growing out, out
flesh and veins and bones turnin stones
cant be like other kids my body's broke

like cutin off my limbs
feel one but live as two,
cant let you win this one,
i'll be me before you
magic in my hands,

i'll let it shine through.

i tried my hand at writing lyrics and i didnt like the process that much. this is a remnant of those tries

#queer

yann Sep 2021

eyes, teeth, hands, a little dash of camomille

there were a few citizens resting high on my shoulders,
wishing me sweet nights and mellow days,
i learnt to juggle so they could stay perched safely over my body.
my back yells sometimes, at me but never them, about how their houses are made of bricks and their bricks are made of pain,
i dont listen, i keep on going,
the little people need me to protect their houses
and if my shoulders can be tough enough
to make them warm and happy,
shouldn't they, then?

july 20th 2021, by then i was ready to live alone

yann Sep 2021

pink shorts once a friend

today i went in your room
time stopped counting itself since you've been gone
but the dust collects and the
pink shorts on your bed
are still pink, i admit
i picked them up just to see if things
changed as fast as me,
they don't really.

i put them on just like i promised I'd do a month or so ago
it's not as fun, this color,
without you.

so i let them back on your bed,
but i changed the placement, changed the movement,
you were there once and now you're gone
and we're both the witness of it all.

july 8th 2021, 02:50

#elha #core