write 10 poems

It doesn’t mean I won’t post anymore.

Scully the cat, Scully the cat,
is a fucking fucking cat,
she’s a very smelly cat,
she’s a very stinky cat,
she’s a very silicat,
and she wouldn’t catch a rat,
Scully the cat, Scully the cat,
is a fucking fucking cat!

Fantasy in your realm,
harsh rules an endless dark home.
You arroused the doubt, now long,
between maybe and never,
overrated fame and love,
has been, overwhelmed and more,
the side of the left-over.
Disappear, undo my lace,
when I really loved your face,
I wish I was overrun,
undone for life to the core,
prime time is better than me,
than you, than life and the world,
‘gave in, tell me if I’m wrong.

Fantasy in my realm,
God, how much I loved your core,
Nothing ruled the day you’d come,
between maybe and ever,
about you, I was all right,
they could tell me whatever,
if blind I was, t’was for love.
I saw you away, head bright,
poet of the sky, king, light,
life, creator, bliss and more,
I wish I was overrun,
hysterical, out of words,
they could tell me whatever,
‘gave up, tell me I’m wrong.

Little bird lost his seed
Little bird has no lead
What little bird to need
How little bird to feed
When it started to bleed
When he saw blood is red
Like Mommy bird had said
For little bird in bed
Sleeps without a tear shed
“Red like the love of Dad,
Not there, but he’s not bad,
Little bird, don’t be mad.”
No. Little bird was sad
And little bird felt old
‘cos Daddy bird had sold
summer to winter cold.

I saw a footprint on the floor,
Like on the beach, but at my door.
‘Took my mail and sat at my PC.
The geeks always know you better.
Maybe I should fly a charter?
The truth is a flashlight on TV.

Anonymous father is in the limelight.

My brain is a chain of pictures,
Most of them wear a bright pink shirt.
I light on the TV to hear you think,
When no one sees me to bother,
Share genes like a vision of ink,
A warrant for love at the hour.

Anonymous father is in the limelight.

If I hug the world, will I feel you?
For all they will never know,
Have I ever said how I was proud?
My little Daddy of the crowd.
Anonymous father is in the limelight,
Anonymous father I will never be right.

I had worked on writing something, but it sounded ugly to me, so I dropped what I had done, and I just wrote this like it came

I don’t remember who came to wonder first
I wrote last night, like every nights
I hoped I could make you appear
With my words.

Restless I sleep since I’ve known you’re not a beast
They wanted to release the blur
You could just say nothing and sit
By my side.

I love your hand as I love your soul and heart
An only tender hug would do
A sweet kiss on the head, too
As it’s true.

I don’t care what they can think of you, or me
My only worry is to live
It’s not in your coffin I want
Us to meet.

Dare I hope it will ever happen one day?
Break the distance it’s not too late
Maybe you don’t know all I feel
As you think.

Flowers blossomed everywhere
The air is so sweet
It nearly smells candies
The blue butterflies share
Love liquor on the white sheet
So warm, so warm, a little breeze
And it is… it is…

Count until it’s nearly full
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
Ever been the more beautiful
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
I wish I died in May
Oh beautiful, beautiful May

The innocence is laughing
Lollipop and blush
When faces of God heals
Wise spinning on a swing
The head high up to the hush
Close the eyes, release the hands and…
And it feels… it feels…

Count until it’s nearly full
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
Ever been the more beautiful
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
I wish I died in May
Oh beautiful, beautiful May

Rebirth of tender rainbows
To the last blueness
Last cradle a breath blinds
Fountains to feed a rose
Let it flow be helpless
A flood of crystal petals shines
It blinds, yes it blinds

Count until it’s nearly full
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
Ever been the more beautiful
Nineteen, twenty, twenty one
I wish I died in May
Oh beautiful, beautiful May

I tend to write silly children’s poetry. I like rhyming, like none of my poems are non-rhyming. ^_

His name whispers in the sun fake
I woke up meaningful numbers
Ten swallowed messages to break
‘Read enough “Razors and dumpsters”

We’ll be soon in spring, and softer
You know, your father’s Gulliver
What the hell this animal said?
There’s something blinking in my head

It’s in the air and I can’t wait
All the lights have drawn in the foam
Olivier told me I was late
I barely smiled, I had no home

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I have come on the roof to lay
Dizzy until the last minute
I want to believe it’s today
He’s gonna wait with me to meet
The fairy tale of the green ray

I hear the world alive, so white,
Left hand cupped, looking for a cure,
Chinese lanterns, try to be pure,
Humble the bird flies, rape me quiet.

The blue bathroom
I’m a child
I’m too old
Break my soul
I’m the devil.

One umbrella, blood memory,
Have no guilt I was never born,
Make me believe life is merry,
Hate me, hate me, October’s gone.

The blankest sky
I’m a child
I’m too old
Break my soul
I’m the devil.

Blue and green at the gate of gold,
Shouts the bones of a dream real,
Crouched soft, tightens the fate or hold,
The sun crosswise the wounds, to be whole.

The brightest day,
I’m a child,
I’m too old,
Love my soul,
I’m the devil.