Some wanders

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  1. Scully

    Scully Well-Known Member

    I wrote that about two years ago, when I started to write poetry, and really do creative writing in English. Well, for what it's worth.

    Illegitimate life

    He plays, calm.
    He’s never been so far,
    Off the seal.

    He plays, alone.
    He’s never touched the clock,
    Close the world.

    He plays, out near.
    He’s never shone in time,
    The Blessing’s sting.

    He plays, anymore.
    He’s never slipped the soft.
    Call him angel.



    The brightest day

    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.



    The name

    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

    R (x3) ===>>>

    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



    Funerals

    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


    Letter to a ghost


    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.


    Anonymous father


    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.



    Maybe there's hope


    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.
     
  2. Acy

    Acy Mama Bear - TLC, Common Sense Staff Member Safety & Support

    Cool way to describe innocence by giving the reader a tangible and visual image with "lollipop and blush" - nice touch!

    Your final poem really caught my attention. I like how each verse was similar in structure, but you made some interesting and subtle changes ( "between maybe and never", and then in the second verse, "between maybe and ever"). And those are two interesting concepts, as well!

    I hope you'll share more of your poems.
     
  3. Scully

    Scully Well-Known Member

    Thanks for reading, and writing feedbacks. Appreciated.

    To be honest, poetry isn't my specialty, it's more a better way off than cutting. But I haven't written anything at all for long months, sadly. I've had great difficulty to concentrate on anything that's not visual. Like pictures.
     
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