A start

[bugg]

I already probably posted these poems a long time ago, but i'll post them again, three at a time, if you don't mind.

I wrote them a long time ago, btw.


To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep screaming she'll stay whispering "mo – no – to – nous" for her life is said empty for her soul she bruised it
To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep filling the holes she'll stay staring for her life could depend on that black board for the white words she can't read
To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep burning her pens she'll stay breathing the smoke for she doesn't care for it really doesn't matter
To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep requesting silence she'll stay swearing – for her habbits are never lost for she's determineed to someday run for a change
To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep lowering she'll stay breaking for her presence is never wanted for the lies are never forgiven
To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep dreaming she'll stay wishing for the rainy nites need her well for the snowy winters await her
To the girl who bites her nails – she'll keep biting she'll stay pondering for she has pulled herself clear for today she claims she saw light

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this fleeting moment
this lanky body
joined by this wanly smile
oh joy! oh pleasure!

this derisive snigger
these savage bickerings
joined by this constant chortling
i wish it was time

this vacuous perception
this reverent contempt
this dabblering bonker
you're under srutiny

this rapacious behaviour
this strident quibble
joined by this aimless haste

he always bellows in a strentorian voice

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think abstract – as long as it ends
got betrayed – slapped without blinking
sufferance – what does it mean
humiliated – trembling to death
merry memory – your brain is so full
think abstract – as long as it ends
crooked tongue – love in saliva
similarity – to a high seduction
spirited soul – oddly perplexed
absolute mastery – you're under control
think abstract – as long as it ends
latish latecomer – a porcelain doll
ashy love – asphyxiated by the smoke of hopless
gold leaf – spray of dampness
a double life – just who are you

[shiseidored]

Wow i realy like the last one..it reminds me of the state of mind i was in when i was 14 ..thanks for these BUGG

[hypnotic]

:love:

thank u bugg .. i remember the first one .. and everytime i read this i think where the hell did you learn some words .. i mean .. a french girl .. your english is just divine ..

[bugg]

Well you see, for the second one, i was having this vocabulary complex so i'd look random words up in the dictionnary, and when i loved the definition and knew they were good words and could be used, i'd write them down and then one day, these babies just came out like that. Thanks a lot guys. I'll post three more.

a noble were you – a price coming from a loss
a rich nuisance – paraphrasing everyone's words
a parfumed pervert – in love with pornography
a prototype of a coward – in search of more hypocrites
so uncertain – prostrated on your leather seat
dishonest were you – liquidation by dozens
limitations of laws – you trussed people's minds
so indirect – you never mentioned all of it
proud boy – you despised everyone
ruined leader – full of lost promises
it's getting dark
let's go home

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across the street or by the windows
only eyes can meet
everyday it awaits and grows
only eyes can meet

in her house or on her roof
the silent call is desperate
in the school or on the hill
the quiescent body calls for help

in the woods or by the sea
she's engrossed by the silhouette
during the day or late at nite
her face is doleful, she'll follow

in her bed on that chair
only eyes can meet
in her vision or in her dreams
only eyes can meet

across that street or by the windows
he passes and the curtains shake
everyday it expands and grows
he passes and desire burns

conversant with the situation
amorous feelings forever stay
audacious maybe after her death
for now she says to keep the pation

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is it him ? i can’t tell yet – although i know i just did
he’s a tall man – sitting there in the other side of the glass
his piano singing – screaming with pain
does he have a face ? maybe he does have a face
i just can’t seem to see it
his hands are big – they could perhaps stretch and reach me through the glass and touch my forehead
could he reach me – sitting there on the other side of the glass
his piano singing – screaming with pain
his legs are long – his feet are hidden in his black shoes resting on the rather flat floor
they look quite big too – no wonder, he’s a tall man
the dry flowers on his piano stare at the old keys falling over the broken vase
the window is half open and the white curtains at his left just fly in and out undetermined and confused
he’s just a tall man – sitting there on the other side of the glass
his piano singing – screaming with pain
where is his face ? in his piano perhaps
his big hands smoothly float on the old keys penetrating them with his long fingers making his piano sing and scream with pain
his head finally turns right to find itself staring at the glass
perhaps at me
his head is still and his face calm
and all that is left is a corny image and a beautiful feeling

[bugg]

Ok these are the last ones i post.

it's just the whisper of time that deeply bothers me today
well darling i can't hear a thing really
god is just an excuse
god is just an excuse
god is just an excuse away
i can't see a thing today
well there is nothing to be seen
i can't see a thing today
yea she's deep inside out of her mind
she sings hey castrator hey castrator
and she dances way too passionately for her good
and it's all of words it's all of words
but words have no meaning
they can only do harm
well honey that's bullshit to me
and a couple is breaking up next door
it has to do with anal sex

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Polly reads Proust and wins at chess
Polly can cook arab biscuits
She smiles hypocritely and gets the job
She stills your innocence and you give her head

and Polly opens the door when the lock is locked
and Polly breaths to me thru a glass window

Polly says to stop the sleeping pills angel
Polly says to me that velvet gets ugly
She whispers words that end up like boiling flames
She whispers words like those shaky flames inside

and Polly opens the door when the lock is locked
and Polly breaths to me thru a window made of glass

Polly smiles at her little cow on her desk
Polly puts her cow in her clogs on her desk
She says the cow comes from a shop in Brussels
She says the clogs come from a town in Holland

and Polly opens the door when the lock is locked
and Polly breaths to me thru a window made of glass

Polly plays with ink on her hands during class
Polly talks in maths and in french and in law
She says her soul is exhausted and feels in jail
She says everyone seem like fake plastic trees

and Polly opens the door when the lock is locked
and Polly breaths to me thru a window made of glass

Polly gives money only to the poor who are active
Polly swears when she's with Congress men
She succeeds at her exams and fakes the lucrative jobs
Polly licks the dirt out of her hands after milking her cow