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yann Jun 2022
lately ive been getting lost in music,
lately ive been trying my best to drown myself
in a poetic way, mind you,
i've always disliked water.

the strings, the intakes of breath before the voice gets higher,
drums and harmonies and the longing in that last note,
the one that tells you it's the end of the show,
i hear it all now.

lately ive been something, anything, and nothing all at
the same second,
lately ive been tired. lately ive been exhausted. lately ive been in bed. lately ive been out of breath. lately ive been. i have. i think i have, im sure i have.

theres this passage i like, deeper in the song,
you heard of it ? let me explain a bit
please listen to me, for a bit
share my passion, share my love, just for a bit
its all i have, this little bit
feel its lonely rythm, at least.

lately ive been saved by music,
lately ive been falling asleep.
10.04.22 - Thoughts about my passion for songs and sounds at a time where nothing made me feel true
yann Apr 2022
i miss being in love

there was wildness in all the breaths i held for you
so much life in my legs when they ran to you
did you realize how many streets i crossed,
how many days i stayed,
all this food i harvested
just for you.

loving you was brighter than simply loving me.
16.02.2022
yann Apr 2022
im going crazy
everytime i feel the numbness
taking root inside my limbs
it makes me sick
it makes me dream of cars
slipping over me
im losing my **** mind
each day calculating
when ill be able to walk
if ill be able to move
when ill have the strength to shower
my body is rotten
and so am i
i want to die
i want to live brighter
i dont have the force for it
i wanna rot in peace
18.01.2022 my body giving out for months due to anxiety
yann Jan 2022
im twenty one and the world won't wait for me anymore,
stuck between living and remembering i lived
every moment has to count,
every second a memory,
can't look at pictures
without  wanting to print them in time, again and again
what if i forget the small pieces i've lived
with you,
when i'll be alone, when the sky will have turned
grey and full of sorrow,
will my old bones remember you

time has passed me by,
and i'm so young i know but
time has passed me by,
and we should savour it, we know but
time keeps passing by,
i'd rather die happy than
bored by destiny,
just passing by

i'll soon be twenty two and that's when
talented gems start to shine,
all the words i wrote,
will they matter to anyone else but me,
will they be sang or heard,
and all i wanted to create,
can't look at my hands
without thinking of wasted potential, again and again,
what if i didn't matter at all,
what if i was the one wasting time,
and when the sky turns its back on me,
will my old bones have lived happy.
14.01.2022 Bored out of my mind, trying to write songs still
yann Jan 2022
I've made it complicated, loving you,
But the seasons have changed,
And so did i, so did you.
01.01.2022 I think this is the last poem I'll write about you. Love changes, it quiets down, it doesn't leave but it gets peaceful sometimes. I untied the knots, I feel calm. Merry New Year to me !
yann Jan 2022
Dans tes yeux je vois qui je suis,
Qui je pourrais être aussi,
Dans tes yeux je sais qui tu es,
Toujours, toujours je te verrai.

Dans les lignes de tes mains,
Je reconnais tous les galets qu'on croise aux coins des océans,
A la fois polis et soyeux, carressés amoureusement par les vagues,
Et rauques, sauvages, sculptés par la pluie et l'écume,
Prêts à affronter chaque orage.

Et quand le soleil se lève a tes cotés,
Qu'il se couche dans tes bras,
Dans les sourires de tes reflets
Dans le son de ta voix,
Dans l'effluve de tes pensées,
Dans chaque creux de tes doigts,
Je te vois toi.
01.01.2022 ! Ode à Noëmie.
yann Jan 2022
it strikes from within,
eats the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the
timing has to be perfect,
the schedules
thought out
have i given you enough to feed on
am i feeding myself
what food. what food is love.
sweet, too strong, biting my hand, parching my throat
it took my legs it took my hands it
forbade me from walking
spicy, too soft, caressing me, lifting me up
I'll float instead, I'll swim instead,
forced my adapting
love eats away at me,
i want more of it,
and then
I'll leave. I'll always want to. I always do. I will have to.

you want it too much,
i cannot feed you.
11.12.2021
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