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Mon lys / My lilyJe t’ai vu une nuit en Octobre. I saw you one night in October.
Je t’ai vu dans la foule I saw you in the crowd
comme un bourgeon de lys like a lily bud
entre d'innombrables brins d'herbe. in the middle of countless blades of grass.
Mais l'Hiver est venu trop vite. But Winter came too soon.
Tu as caché sous la neige You hid under the snow
et tout ce que j'ai encore and all that's left to me
est seulement une anonyme mer d'herbe. it's just a sea of grass.
As a waveAs a wave you always come back
And I can't help but sit on the shore.
Small, at start.
A fresh touch
Over my tired feet.
Again and again you're coming back,
Every time from further afar
And with bigger strength.
As the violence increase
I know I should run,
But your touch is so sweet
I'm not afraid to die.
You leave and then come back
To pull me down harder and harder.
Soon you'll carry me
Where the sun doesn't shine
Where the water's most deep,
I will stay forever.
While you come and go from the shore.
In my secret gardenThere is a place,
in the back of our hearts,
where all our dreams
bloom like roses in May.
In that secret garden
of hopes and reveries
I will forever remember you
and forever say
"I love you".
Fading awayYou're fading, fading away
as the sun under the sea.
As the stars behind a cloud.
As the waves on the sea shore.
As the rain in the ocean.
As the dream after the night.
As the child in a man's soul.
As the words of a goodbye.
As the touch of a past love.
As the life on a death bed.
You're fading, fading away
In thousands, different ways.
The hedgehogs dramaI saw you alone,
that dark dark night,
in the middle of the field
surrounded by wild grass
and dying trees.
I walked towards you
when you looked at me,
and got closer
when you called me.
I reached for you in the night,
but my touch made you crawl
and, when I felt the pain,
I couldn't help but crawl myself.
Here we are now.
Two dying hedgehogs
laying on a field.
Crucified by our own needles,
for simply trying
to find some tenderness.
If I'll leave youIf I'll leave you,
I'll leave behind the scent of mine
and the mark of my fingertips
on your skin.
When I'll leave you,
I'll bring with me your hasty words
and your fierce look.
Then I'll leave you,
and you'll leave a hole in my heart
and a scar on my soul.
And when I'll forget you,
I'll have forgotten myself.
I once had a dreamI once had a dream
of you and me on the shore.
You were holding my hand tight.
I did not wish for more.
The wind was singing its songs
and the waves caressed my feet.
You started stroking my hair,
then turned around and gave me a kiss.
The closer we got,
the sweeter the air became,
but when our lips touched
I woke up, alone, in my bed.
Good nightCome to me all-desired night,
bring me dreams of bliss and joy,
cradle me in your embrace
and make the wake faint in sleep.
Come to me all-desired night
and silence all the voices.
Paint with darkness all the lights
and relieve the brain from thoughts.
Come to me all-desired night,
let me see the one I love,
hear the voice I cannot hear,
feel the touch I so longed for.
The windAt start it was a sweet breath,
a simple, gentle blow.
The breath then became a wind
that lightly caressed my cheeks.
Only then the tempest came
and dragged along my heart too.
Fu dapprima un alito dolce,
un semplice soffio gentile.
Il soffio si tramutò in vento
che lieve mi accarezzò il viso.
Tempesta arrivò solo dopo
e trascinò con sé il mio cuore.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
Moira (Excelsior)Moira (Excelsior)
hands clap over my eyes
like a chain clasp
linking lace around my neck.
and our clutch.
splitting into a wide upward curve,
canines and incisors cut through screens.
time rotates in a downward degree
360 degrees infinitely,
but the days are confined to finite.
and if i could, i'd connect the 12 lines
and walk along them endlessly.
i'd lose the ability to dream
and i'd never have to mingle
with the cousin of death.
living forever as a verb,
until time laps around the track
about 10 million times before
it has lost its legs.
i don't wanna sleep,
i want to dream
in an empirical reality.
hold the old time in my hand
and let the prospect bleed
into the prophecy.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Vanishing starI saw a star in the blackest night
And I reached for it, jumping high.
As jumps were not enough, I had to take flight
And venture in the dark, following the light.
Travelling in the dark was scary,
But the truth is that I never got weary.
Against all odds I fought with great bravery,
To reach for that star that was my fairy.
But when I thought that I could catch her,
Suddenly her light started to blur.
And as my hand reached for the last vanishing spark
There I was, left alone in the dark.
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