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MessageSujet: Poèmes.   Poèmes. Icon_minitimeMer 31 Jan - 22:13

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- 5 firsts by Bloodandflowers


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MessageSujet: Re: Poèmes.   Poèmes. Icon_minitimeMer 31 Jan - 22:15

Like a secret.

A face like a secret,
I'm too afraid to share.
Every freckle whispers,
begging me to lean in close.
My fingertips coaxing
hushed tones into existence.

A voice like a spring breeze,
I'm able to breathe again.
Warm and soft,
inhaling deep your scent of rebirth.
You make me whole.
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I am not a girl.

I am not a girl.

Thunder in my veins
And acid rain in my brain-
It's killing the flowers in my soul.
Grey cloud eyes
And a hurricane in my heart-
I am unpredictable and dangerous.
Lightning strikes with my words,
Searing where they land.
Constant rumbling
And high speed winds,
I always leave a mess behind.
No, no I'm not a girl.

I am a storm with skin.
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MessageSujet: Re: Poèmes.   Poèmes. Icon_minitimeMer 31 Jan - 22:16

Beautiful disasters

Such fragile things,
full of erratic clockwork parts.
So intricate and complex,
broken pieces that shouldn't fit.
Bubbling over with emotion,
fighting to find-
what it means to be human.
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MessageSujet: Re: Poèmes.   Poèmes. Icon_minitimeMer 31 Jan - 22:17

I loved you.

I gave you all the love I had to give.
Broke myself apart,
laid myself bare,
and pieced myself back together
a million different ways.
I loved you;
I was a broken mirror.
My fingertips bled from the shattered pieces of myself as I tried to make them fit.
I loved you but it still wasn't enough.

I was never enough.
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MessageSujet: Re: Poèmes.   Poèmes. Icon_minitimeMer 31 Jan - 22:17

You are poetry

You are poetry;

All broken pieces,
straining to fit together
like the discordant lyrics
of an old song.
Dissonant, but beautiful,
and velvet-smooth.

Stained-glass gossamer,
like the wings of a dragon fly.
Fragile against thorns,
but as strong as the waves of the ocean.

The breeze through the willow tree,
whispering secrets against my ear.
Standing tall against the world,
bending but refusing to break.

You are poetry-
all raw, sharp edges
and beautiful cadence.
A contradiction of parts,
fitting together in a storm of
broken pieces made whole.
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MessageSujet: Re: Poèmes.   Poèmes. Icon_minitimeJeu 22 Mar - 19:50

The bell.

Do you have any idea how hard it is 
To try, so hard, that your whole body hurts like hell,
And that in your mind constantly rings a loud bell
Which settles inside your thoughts like a storm at ease. 

I’ve been trying real hard to make them stop, the flaws -
But all the screams in my head just won’t stay quiet.
My body is the battlefield of a riot -
Where soldiers rip each other’s skins with their bare claws.

Is there anything that is left for me in there ?
Life in itself does not seem to be that much fair
I know that real well - I’ve been down here for a while.

It just hurts even more to be such a failure 
In a place where everything is so hostile
That you can do nothing but silently endure.   

And yet, there is still the bell.

This damn bell.
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