A Universe Of Things

Shit poetry

[frenchiebabyyy]

There will be no more revolution

Not once the last of the bugs has died

Not once the last drop of sea has dried

Not once the last cell of meat has fried

There will be no revolution

We will adapt to suffering and misery

We will forget about concerts and football

And mass and churches

There will be no revolution,

Because every line has an ad in it

So it’s quite useful to be angry

“We were supposed to be something”

“Buy it half price for a rope,

A stool and a swing”

[starlit-meadow]

[joytri]

[frenchiebabyyy]

It’s in the things that overflow

And the things we undergo

It’s in all things indigo

It’s in the things I can’t plan

And those that were planned years ago

It’s in the moment you know you’ve fucked up

And the moments you let go

And the moment when you know

That it will be there; a shadow

[frenchiebabyyy]

There are a lot of things I like

The Sky, in december

Orchids

that song about Brazil

Snow on christmas

That city I want to see

Reading, and going to bed afterwards

Eating my weight in chocolate

Working on sundays — somehow

my family

My sister

The beaches on the west of France, when you can wear a sweater

Orchids— an other one

Drinking a glass of wine with my friends on Tuesday

And waking up because of the sunlight in my room, just because I forgot to shut the blinds

And girls

And boys

And living on my own

And dancing with my headphones on in the middle of my living room knowing the wooden floors creaks under my steps but I can’t hear it

And folding laundry — sometimes

But I think about it all the time.

It’s in the back of my mind

It’s a spiral

It’s a tidal wave

It’s a thought I can stop and it rumbles and tumbles and fumbles around but remains there

And I try and conceal and erase and think about somebody else

But I think about it all the time

An end, an out, a cruel permanent fix

[prideknights]

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[frenchiebabyyy]

I wanna sit down and have a chat with you

Can I sit down and have a chat with you?

Far from the visible, a talk with the invisible

I wanna think deeper than I think I do

I wanna feel braver than right now I do

Now I’m in the visible, far from the invisible

I wanna feel invincible like when I was a kid

Running around with no horse on which to bid

I wanna think that my family is the same and always will be

But now, I go to graves and hospitals,

On my knees for the mythical,

Praying for my mom’s hair to never grow white

Praying for someone to stop a fight

[frenchiebabyyy]

The smell of salt

The sound of the wind

The dirty pavement and the dirty hem of my jeans

The ever gray sky

The not-so cold weather

The rise of fascism

The games on his phone

The smile you have

The attention I want

The houses with big windows

The accent

The Christmas dinner joke

The necklace around your neck

The way I want to make music

The fridays afternoon

The walk in Sefton Park

The lectures I skip, The grades I have

The Itch I can’t scratch:

The big bad “it”

[frenchiebabyyy]

How dare I

Stain their sight

With something like me?

[frenchiebabyyy]

Here it comes back, what you longed for

You just have to turn the handle on the door

You used to look at the lights from the end of the corridor

You, the clown the never-ending stage was waiting for

You know they are not looking,

The others actors are busy acting

They just know the script better than you do,

They’re not judging they just think you know it too

It’s just a year of rendition

Who you’ve been becomes chronic condition

Six months then reincarnation

Into something you don’t know what

A new beginning out of a pierced chrysalis

You are loosing it, you lucky,

You are still two seconds away from being lost completely

It’s just flight or fight for six months and then ending credit of the movie

[frenchiebabyyy]

Bite my soul,

Eat my brains cell and my dark skull

Get rid of the damaged parts

Find the frauds,

The plastics bits for reckless thoughts

Get rid of the biting jokes

The sharpest words cut by the sharpest edges

Replaced by nothing and the cruelest images

Of crocodile tears and marionette’s smiles

A rotten vulture corpse surrounded by hungry flies

[frenchiebabyyy]

My river styx, filled with your laughter

What is left are my thoughts, and the after

A cursed line on which you tiptoed like a tightrope

I was not the one to dare, still I fell at the slight hope

I painted white over red flags and the rust made the pain fade

Now all that’s left are burgundy banners

Fantom pain of days of laughter

A scar with no blade

Drunk playing hide and seek in a wet garden

Hidden behind bushes at midnight,

Hoping for something to happen

A kiss or a fight

You were flamboyant, vibrant, wild

Yet you chose a silent flight,

You don’t get-bored-and-tell

If you see this, I’m doing well

[frenchiebabyyy]

The Fire

There’s a burning in my stomach

It’s incessant, incandescent

From my belly to my bare back,

Invisible bruises, tumescent

The mercury rises, I drown in it

My anger gets worse during the dog days

If tomorrow’s a fog, I’ll lie in it

Madness comes out of my veins in the strangest ways

But the thing is, How do I exist?

If one day the fire ceases?

From the top of my peer of flames at least I see the creases

My dear urges, never wanted always missed

[frenchiebabyyy]

The angel

There are some born with halos around their heads

Glowing in the dark, bright sun now pale

Perfect angels out of birth, flying

While in vain, I sew my wings

Knot after knot after knot into my back

I plant the knife and the needle

Digging the thread deeper at each crack

They look real but the links are fake and feeble

I’m not an angel, I’ll pretend to be

I’ll act kind and nice and compliant

I’ll hide any trace of my devil’s horns you might see

But you see my cowardness, only explanation for my lack of defiance

I am a good girl, nothing more

I fear authority and god, and being scolded

I act mature but I’ve never grown

out of the “good girl” part I’ve molded

[frenchiebabyyy]

I’m melting on the spot,

I don’t move a lot

I stay, tall behind a counter

I stand in an empty room

I feel my muscle coming off of my bones,

My eyes sore from the light of a phone

Every drop of blood going slower and slower

The skin getting weaker and weaker

I try not to think of it, but I wonder

when they’re decaying?

Is this how a flower

Is feeling?

[frenchiebabyyy]

Leftover love

I want to know you in the morning

With dried drool, and eyes dirty

With hair messy, and shirt sweaty

Mouth full of toothpaste, spitting in the sink

I want to know you at night,

After a long day,

Old cologne and a sore face

Forget the neons, I want to know you under a dim light

I want to know you angry

I want to fight with you over something stupid,

I want to know you saying sorry,

There is no mistakes I wouldn’t forgive

I know there’s a lot you’ve already given,

People have known you in the morning, night and afternoon

But life wouldn’t be as cruel

If there’s a little leftover love you could give me

[frenchiebabyyy]

Who I would be

Strong, independent, fierce, a Woman

A hero without a cape, with no other power than to be bold

Bolder than men, bolder than bold

Clever, witty woman, who I’d be,

A writer, a dancer, a poetess

Someone free, someone honest

Someone fun, someone reckless

God, what a perfect human would I be

If only it wasn’t raining again