Solitary FlautistSolitary FlautistA friend once told mea most interesting talein a sleazy barover a pint of ale.He said "On a cliffnot far awaystrange things happenor so they say.When the sun is downand the moon gives lighta mysterious manembraces the night.And from that cliffnot far awaya flute can be heardor so they say.And if you hear this musicso flowing and pureyou will be struckby the strongest lure.You will be forcedto listen to the endno matter whatyou may intend.But the man himself"my friend went on"it won't be longbefore he's gone.Some say he's cursed,some say he's insane,but no one knowswhat is his name."When his tale endedit was already night,and the moon was upshining white light.I thanked him for the taleand hurried outsideas if pulled awayby an invisible guide.I ran fiercelylike a beast of preyand arrived on the cliffnot far away.With a heartfelt prayerand a long,deep sighI took out a fluteand looked to the sky.As I played the musicaccord
No problemI don't mind, it doesn't matter;sorrows shatter,fall behind.Thoughts bind,deception shatters;I don't matter,you don't mind.
The Amusement of LifeThe amusement of lifeWhen it's time to diewe look back on our past andlaugh ourselves to death.
Finland Finland Spruces and reindeer.A blue and white horizon.My home forever.
Sun and moon Sun and moon Ashes of past worldsfertilize the starlit soilfor a fledgling dream.As the dreamers diethoughts and hopes remain behindand wake up a world.
Wanna play?Wanna play?Okay,life's a game.I'll just have to keep winninguntil I lose once.
The wild huntThe wild huntMay sacrifice keep the quiver ever filled.May longing tauten the string.May lust sharpen the arrow.May obsession poison the tip.May love pierce every heart.
Little glass boyFrozen glass can only ever be one thingTouch it the wrong the way and it's sure to breakI wonder if that's what you find so frighteningKeeping yourself too hot to touch for safety's sakeLittle glass boyBlazing surface keeps imperfections hiddenNo one thinks it's ugly 'cause they can't even come closeBut underneath the white hot crust you yearn to be unbiddenStop the shifting mass and be a you that someone knowsLittle glass boyCaught outside in a sudden winterand before you knowThe midday sun shines right through youand makes your colours showAnd that rainbow clears the fog from your eyesand you finally see your reflectionAnd thatThe whole world is made of glassIt's a beautiful imperfectionLittle glass boyLittle glass boy
SinI believedthat I could live without love.I believedthat it was something that happened to others, not to me.I believedthat I'd never become one of those foolswho read old letters again and againwithout the strenghtto respond.One of those childrenwho murder their heartsin the hopeof buyinganother evening.I no longer believe.I know.I know that when he smiles, my personal hell becomes a clear blue sky.I know that when we laugh together, I remember happiness.I know that when he is sad, my world stops rotating.I know that we are only friends.I know that should be enough.I hope that he can forgive me.
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.Want to be free, to dance with the windNo longer thinking what we had was sin.Used to be open, carefree and youngLong before we knew how love truly stung.Now so broken with patches and scars,Thinking this plan has never been ours.Sure there's a reason for every small tear,But gratitude is something you will not find here.Give it some time, let memories build upDon't think about all the days now corrupt.Oh to be innocent like I once was,To answer my questions with words like "Because"Without having to worry about things in the past...Not really wondering how long we would last.
HauntedI hear this haunted voice; it whispers liesIt keeps me up at night; it plays my fearsAllowing no sleep for these tired eyesTelling me things that I don't want to hearAm I really heartless or am I numb?Is this simply darkness of am I blind?Try to claw my way back into the sunLeave a bloody trail for others to findFollowing the sound of a lonely heartBrought only false hope that I might be freedI was led astray in the howling darkThe one way out is through the blood I bleedI've given up hope of living in peaceI only wish now that my heart would cease
HopeHope is just the liesI tell myselfHope tells me tomorrowWill be better then todaySo I don't cry myself to sleepHope whispers that next timeI'll do things rightWhen I only make it worseHope says that everything will be alrightWhen I know it won't beHope promises that there is a perfectPerson for me and that one dayI'll find that personHope shouts that one dayI'll do great thingsAnd will always be rememeberedSo that I'll never truely dieHope sings of a better placeWhen there isn't oneHope mocks that it could be worseBut most of the timeI'd do anything to not be meHope is merely a lieBut that's okayBecause a lot of things are lies
Isn't as it seemsI don't deserve someone like you.But I'm falling more with all you do,Take my hand and hold it tight.Tell me everything will be ok tonight.Comfort me when I need it most,Take me for walks along the coast,Hold me close like you'll never let go,Tell me all that I want to know.Smile at me and make my heart melt,Make me feel things I've never felt.Kiss my lips oh so soft and sweet,Fill my heart with joy, make it complete.Text me to show me you care,Call me to say you'll always be there.Tell me you'll never leave me alone,Make an effort and wear cologne.Dance with me and look in my eyes,Answer all my pleading cries.It's a shame this isn't as it seems,These things happen only in my dreams.
ForeverThe black is as black as the night sky,Shining with tiny stars like the night sky.Edged like a razor, made to cut deep,Making lines through which my ichor seeps.You stare, frozen, at the ground,As it pools around the hem of your new gown.You grab my hands, pale and white,And try to pull me away from the afterlife.My head is in your lap as I smile up at you,I tell you I love you and you say I love you too.I see you grab the offending knife,From which I defended your life.You whisper that you can't go on without me in your life,And plunge it through your heart with a sigh.You smile upon me and with your last breath,You speak in a whisper.....Together forever, even in death....
Thank you.Your Heartbeat was the best surprise.
Analogous RelationshipI am todayasyou aretomorrowI amtonightas you areto sleepYou areto wakeas I amtomorrow
Daily poetry / Poeme du jourHer kiss asa skinnedsilenceSon baiser est semblableaux silencesécorchésFrantz, september / septembre 2013
taboowhile we spend our days with lipslike smiling bloody red bananaslacklustered eyes to the maximumand feet rhythmically bitch-slapping the earth we used to callhome sweet homeremember when seconds were theforever always-lasting never-endingyears of our wrinkleless youthhugging mere dreams labelled as sensory perceptible realityknowledge was tabooi want it back
Day 81Time machine fixed.Will arrive yesterday.
-less than infinity-Far away from all that is nearDistant and cold, a shimmering flameLooking between a gap that now growsShadows consuming the remnants of light heartbeats like drumsin my head, my numb fingertipsspread against glass.Distant and cold, a shimmering flameShadows consuming the remnants of lightA voice from a shell, so quiet and stillPiercing the soul that still lingers there candlelight flickersacross my face, rapid breathsmelting layers of frost.A voice from a shell, so quiet and stillLooking for dust in the remains of a lifeWalking a path forgotten by reasonFinding a thread connected to others beyond paper curtains,you whisper words across her neck.reality's cruel window. Looking for dust in the remains of a lifeWatching the sun chase stars to horizonContent in the knowing your hand is in mineFar away from all that is near
spirit bonesShow me the way, and I will follow you..Our last words, we shared in letters.I wrote of upside down waterfallsin adverb forests that fall intothe Hudson River, and yourpointed cursive scratched fragmentfolktales and excuses ontoconstruction paper. Our last emotions,we shared in language: your speechpattern making poetry out ofthe air, my lies striking youlike lightning, crystallineand aimless. Our last moments,we shared together. You heldmy hand and the future heldmy other, and it took the shapeof an eagle about to spreadits wings. You can always change,I cried to you, but I was late;your spirit bones were alreadybroken. Fated, my eagle took flight..I will follow you, I said,stepping out onto the bridge.
HeartbreakI woke up and died again.
Remember MeRemember Me.........Remember MeAs someone you once knewRemember MeAs one out of a fewRemember MeAs someone who was always thereRemember MeAs someone who has always caredThink of MeWhen times go badThink of MeWhen you are sadThink of MeWhen you're alone at nightThink of MeWhen I'm nowhere in sightTalk of MeWhen things go all wrongTalk of MeWhen you can't be strongTalk to MeWhen you want me nearTalk to MeTell me that you careRemember MePlease, Remember Me.......
LettersWrite me letters.i."Tell me your story," a shy smile accompanies the words, as he leans towards me, hands wrapped around my perpetually cold ones. "Please." It's eighty degrees centigrade, and yet I'm wearing my favourite sweatshirt, the one with the white strings that he he can't seem to stop playing with. His fingers inch up towards the laces again, and I gently push my hands back towards him, sighing as I frustratedly tell him for the umpenteenth time to stop it. I close my eyes and let out a breath, muscles loosening [but immediately tensing again]. He can feel it too, and squeezes my wrists gently, forcing me to release my clenched fists. "Please," he implores. I shake my head slowly, musing.ii.I've fallen over my own feet for the billionth time, it seems, and he's cracking up at my clumsiness. I snap my teeth together in an effort to keep it together; to focus on the ground before me. He grabs my hand and smiles like it's the best day of his life, swingin
black plums1late afternoon,whispers moving the airbetween us2the spiral danceof a spider's dinner3cloudburst-his clothes and minedrip-dry in the tub4curbside run-offgraceful silouettethe flight of a crane5nudeawaiting the brushclay pots6bathroom windowmoonlightvoyeur7a date at the zoo...he curls his lip up at me8stains from a daydreamblack plums9I trod barefooton the pathto his sandals10ice age-my feet against his
The Story of HopeShe sits there in the freezing cold,Sad for she has no one to holdWondering deep inside her heart,If someone would give her a startA new start to help her feel complete.But who would help someone off the street,Someone haggard and smelt of feet,And as she prayed he came to her,Hush, said his warm, gentle purrHe helped her up and cleaned her back,For now she will get back on track.And why in future years she wondered,For because of Hope she no longer plundered.Believe in Hope.
listenShh, shh,Quiet.Do you hear that?No, listen?That. Did you hear it?It'sThe soundOfLife.Listen carefully.I mean it.It's worth hearing.You can listen for years,And never get tired,Because it changesEverySingleDay.Shh.Listen.Seriously, you'll want to.It's a wonderful sound.Don't talk over it.Just
RemembranceStay the breezeand freeze the mist;don't let it fade away.Keep the daysin place, persist;in memory, let me stay.