She seems naïve, all delicate.
Apparent bones and hidden strength.
A part-time spy in disguise,
who could crawls under your bed.
She seems so brittle and belittled
next to the monumental laws
she’s answering to, no other else.
She went through specific events
and went to peculiar places.
Mind this woman for she has
a fetish for switching faces :
last night she cuts herself bangs
to pair with boots she never wears.
It will grow back, her hair’s never the same.
She cuts her hair herself, solemnly;
on a rush, leaving no traces behind.
And you should be warned that
a girl who feels no remorse
facing inches matter on the floor,
is a woman you’ll never know
in the flesh, through the gems of her past.
Unless you’re ready to keep up
with the blow dries and a curly mind;
Peroxided fanatism, straightened costume.
See her through the perpetual winds of change,
and she’ll embrace in front of you
her true messy shape
10 aout 2024
Here comes the reign of the never ending days,
paving the way for the brightest of nights.
We’re so alike, I fear the snakes and the lizards
which exist to praise the sun solely;
scaled monks with a restless mind,
lively, taking a break -
all the patterns are ours to recognize,
all feelings ours to jeopardize
when, again; it’ll be hiatus’ turn to shine
I already know the mountain tops
are trusting cold beds for memories,
a silken coffin safe from a heated heart,
a place to preserve our prayers until next time.
I wanna burry my feet into the sand,
to get the nicest tan until my skin
be burnt enough
to defy winter’s return.
Heaven of rest for the cold-blooded,
haunted nightmare for a child of the Sun
I fear them, for they will prevail.
They’ll be numb and dormant and safe
25 juillet 2024
Solely the needed seeds
will prevail to erect a field.
I was born during a summer storm,
aiming for a revenge September yearly brings.
Harder the thunderbolts,
stronger the buds to come
06 juin 2024
Sheets are clean, hair
untangled; food's organic
and the kitchen’s immaculate.
It’s peaceful and terribly quiet.
Not a single step aside,
not a single risky move outside.
At least you’re sober now,
you can tell by the amount of water
you sip through the day. You swam all summer
and never been this tanned. You're carrying fewer and fewer stories
along the years. Truth is
water slides down your body now;
your past might appear strangely wave-free.
Pieces of your skin float outside somewhere; unsigned
as you keep on swallowing every memory that could resurface.
You're not getting any nutrients from it,
so keen to make the most of a meal;
how useless is the past to a lazy river
17 avril 2024
I'm being domesticated,
each day a little more;
whilst my favorite flowers are the ones that die
when you put them in a vase.
At least my roses never tried
to stab any skin whatsoever.
They didn't try to deflate
my sluggish gut either : (