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Guinness1759
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Guinness1759 | 23-06-2003 08:06
Hi!
I don't know if ther's already a thread about this, but I know you all are very creative and artistic, and I know some of you write poems.
Well, basicly her's where you post your poems (or someone else's) and hope your friends could give you comments about them.

I'll srart then. This is a poem I wrote a while ago and I really wanted to shear it with someone. I had to translate it from hebrew though, so it might not sound as good.

Self Portrait
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You,
look in the miror
you see you didn't shave this morning, you
see the eyes
that refuses to open.
a dream is forgotten
something inside of you tells you
to look at you again.
a coulpe of hopes you once had,
drown with the teeth-brushing water
making it's way in the sewage's maze.

You stop watching.
after all, you
know what your face look like.
you know each wrinkle and each scar
and you can tell the story of
each one and one.
the thoughts are running within you
and you
shake them, wipe them, depart of them.

You are alive.
nothing more.
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Saina1712
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Saina1712 | 04-05-2013 16:53
@Olivia_Ka - Wow! Your poem defines your crush.

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Ok. I wrote this many days ago.
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A color creeps onto my skin, slowly, slowly
And sinks into the pores of my skin quietly
Like a thief on his stealthy feet. Oh!
Shameless, still hiding in shadows.

And that's the color clouding my every thinking
Maybe that's the color which he finds very endearing

Hate that color, I hate that color
But I can't put a leash on my fantasy
'cause that's the color, provoking my temper
And it's also the color of jealousy

And I see that color, she was born with
Ringed by black, surrounded by white
Lined with long lashes, looking at my world
Set upon wrecking it.
Saina1712
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Saina1712 | 04-05-2013 17:24
Another one,
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THE ILLUSION

A broken trust and a lost faith,
Adorning my entity, I stand straight.
I feel, a hurricane is approaching.
I think, the illusion's finally a reality.
.
When the southern hemisphere collides with the northern atmosphere.
The change is indicated by unnatural affairs.
And like always, the whole world stands against our fun-fair .
They don't want to understand and I won't make them.
.
With tarnished and corroded reputations
I stand abashed, against your allegations.
I feel, I keep falling into an abyss of lost feelings.
I think, the illusion you see, is finally a reality.
.
When the sun hidden beneath the horizon, tried to fill colors in the dark sky,
The whole world armed with their unholy poison, is greedily waiting in a line
To destroy the scene by their hatred and strategies.
They don't want to understand and I won't make them.
.
I never thought that I'll see a day
When your soothing voice won't calm my rage.
I never thought that we can be separated,
That my biography can end without your page.
.
I feel, my world is drowning into your tears
I think, our relation was never real,
Always haunted by your stupid, childish fears.
.
When I was ready to fight against the fate, for you
You're blinded by their illusions and you kept refusing to see through.
Now that I've tried everything, I don't know what else to do?
You won't understand and I can't make you.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 13-05-2013 20:42
My first poem I wrote in English, on October 27, 2003, so I was 18 years old. It is about a boy and a girl at the seaside. In 1999, I had a small crush on a boy named Samuel.

The seventh of April, 1999

It was, I think so, a Wednesday
And I was with you on a bay.
You're black-haired and blue-eyed, I'm sure
And some people think I want more.

I would have left and gone away
But you would stay with me that day.
The sun was bright and all was still
And your kisses gave me a thrill.

Oh! Could I take your love with me?
You never told me, we went down
And swam until it was midday.

I left you there that afternoon.
Remember that but you can't see
If it is like that every day.
Joeyy
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Joeyy | 28-05-2013 18:33
Poems by the user kayanee:

Home

I roam in the valley of darkness
I try to find the light
Evil surrounds me, consumes me
As I trudge through the infinite night

I draw near my goal
The loveliness of the light!
I walk closer, closer
And squint. It's far too bright!

I stop and shield my eyes
And decide to return to what I know
I turn and stare at the loveliness of the dark
And return to its embrace. For the darkness is my home.

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Protector

Why must everyone else be the protector?
Just once, I don't want to be a burden
I try to protect my friends
But they won't let me
Why do I have to be the one that's weak and helpless?
I don't want to be
Let me be the hero
The savior
Let me be more than wasted space
Back down
I'm taking over
I'm not going to stand aside to be protected
I'm going to protect them
I'm going to save them
Man or woman, I will be their protector
I will be strong
I will not stand down
If I am in pain, from now on
No one will know
The only emotions I will show are love
And hate
I'm the protector now
And I will stand my ground

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Nothing

Fuck this
I'm done
I'm sick of the world and its lies
I'm sick of the cheaters
The thieves
The deceivers
I want nothing to do with it any more
Too much anger
Too much sadness
Too much of everything
No balance
No light
Nothing matters
No one cares
They think they do
But they lie to themselves
No consciousness
No life
Just nothing
Nothing

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Confusion

What is it?
What am I feeling?
I think it's an emotion
But what could it be?

I'm confused
It feels like something's welling up inside me
I don't know what it is
I'm confused

It's not sadness
Or anger
Is it happiness?
What've I to be happy about?

This is new to me
Is it excitement?
Is it love?
Is it worry?

God! What is this thing?
What's this growing inside me?
Help me!

What is it?

Is it madness?
Am I in danger?
Help!
I've nowhere to turn

This thing is foreign
What is it?
Help!
Help me

I'm confused
Scared
Fading
I'm fading away

The me that was
What am I becoming
As I drift away?

Further
Further into the blackness
The nothingness
That is my soul

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Faithful

The world is full of betrayal
There's nobody left to trust
I let people get too close
Their friendship sparkles but then rusts

Out of all the ones
Who've claimed to be friends
Now I know there's only two
Who will be there until the end

I don't want to be alone
Why must they all leave me?
I'm sick of the betrayal
Why do they all deceive me?

No more!
I'm done!
I will give no more trust
To anyone

They must earn it
I'm starting new
I'll only keep
The faithful two

The ones who've been there
Even from afar
I'll always keep
They've caused no harm

They're gone!
The ones who've only caused pain
They shall be banished from my life
But I wish the memories could be slain.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 30-05-2013 12:53
A poem written on October 31, 2003.

Saturday afternoon

Saturday, it is tomorrow
I'll be outside and buy postcards.
I'll listen to music, I'll glow
I'll glow for you, there, in the car.

You won't be with me. So where, you?
Where will you be this afternoon?
The sky, at night, you'll love it too
But I don't think there'll be the moon.

I'll be driven back again. Why?
Will will not you come tomorrow
Buy postcards, listen to their lies?

I'll be listening to the radio.
You will find me, I am somewhere
And a little further than there.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 12-10-2014 21:14
A poem written on October 29, 2003. Just mixed everything in it : my ex-boyfriend, his clothes and our first night.

Matie (The night and the sea)

Born April 8th, in Paris 6
Maybe in '71, this man
Is Matie Love, I've got kisses
And I spent 2 years/one and half.

Martinien, let's call him Matie
Is 32, photographer.
Monotony inside his dreams.
It's black and white... Could be better.

Oh no, in the night, in the sea...
I copied everything from him!
Only his clothes, maybe he'd see
That I copied him, doesn't seem.

Matie, I copied everything.
Nothing is real, you get so stoned
Because Mattie is so stunning
And he's still leaving me alone.
CarlJ
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CarlJ | 23-10-2014 19:20
Just a ramble from me. written....today, 10/23/2014

You were there...
then you were no more
My love for you was endless
what was it for?

many times we laughed...
many times we cried
now that you are gone
a part of me has died

what is love
but a thing that makes us live
what is love
this thing that i give

all good things
they say must end
but who would have known
of the love i could send

i loved you then
i'll love you forever
these things i say
used to seem so clever

i was told i needed to write
so away to my keyboard
i went
to make things bright

alas the darkness has come
it grows darker now
i made one last wish
i take one last bow

farewell my love
you were the ONE
you and i both knew
it would have been such fun.

farewell my love
with my love you caught
you were the heart
of my temple of thought
Captain_Keeta
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Captain_Keeta | 23-10-2014 21:20
I bit a rock,
Lost 1 tooth,
3 other teeth,
Are quite loose,
My brother wants,
To use some glue,
To put tooth back,
So I can chew,
He said to me,
You're not a shark,
You can't grow teeth,
Like trees grow bark,
You need your teeth,
Like any mammal,
Teeth are covered,
With enamel,
The hardest part,
They let you bite,
Protect your teeth,
To feel alright...
CarlJ
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CarlJ | 05-02-2015 19:17
I met you
My life had been empty for awhile
Your face appeared
and made me smile

this is all so new
though i've been through this before
I didn't know my life could begin again
Until you walked thru my door.

You light up the room
whenever you walk in
I am falling for you
where do I begin?

the two of us
are a uniquely matched pair...
I feel so comfortable with you
without nary a care.

What will the future bring for us
let's go have some fun
We both must explore
together
we can be one...

MastersaArmsFan
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MastersaArmsFan | 08-02-2015 03:37
I used to think it mattered.

The things that I go through.

I thought I had it handled.

Until it came to you.

Your life is so precious.

My failures are so huge.

I thought I had it handled.

Until it came to you.

Your future will be shattered.

More fractured than my past.

Errors in my judgement.

Are now come to pass.

How can you be punished,

For these things you didn't do?

I thought I had it handled.

Until it came to you.

Magnified and so enlarged.

Compared to what I've done.

If anyone is punished.

God, let me be the one.

They are what I live for.

Though live I don't do much.

I wanted to protect them.

Keep them safe from harm.

My example did the opposite.

More like a giant bomb.

And now I see the empty spots.

Hollowed from their souls.

I am to blame for this.

This is what I do.

I thought I had it handled.

Until it came to you.
biddy2026
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biddy2026 | 24-05-2017 07:29
ADVERSE EFFECTS
Adverse effects are when you set out to do something and something other than what you expect happens
Adverse effects
is like when you're climbing up the corporate ladder finally to embark on top top only to find a splinter in your
foot,that gave you blood poison so now you have to stop.
Adverse effect
is like when you a have scheme to stick it to the man only to find to find you whine up in the can
Adverse effect
is like when you see a dollar on the floor and you bend down to get it only to find now your back is
sore so sore very sore, you holler why did I have to see that dollar.
Adverse effect
is when when your plan seems so perfect you don't think twice so there's no thought about the price.
Adverse effect get us all no matter how huge or no matter how small, so if you a game plan
that seems to be perfect make sure you go through the details and try to avoid the
ADVERSE EFFECT.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 28-03-2018 00:03
Anything that you do, let me have to agree.
Anything that you get will belong to me.
Anything you put me, baby, I will find
'Cause I
Have
Something else in mind.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 07-07-2018 14:56
A poem written 2 days ago - and I write in French, with little time to translate it because of a limited Internet connection. I am deeply into stories of 2 opposite people, a guy and a girl - and unrequited love too because I like this theme. Zermi is just a word that means 'misery'.

Dans la zermi

J'vais pas t'laisser dans la mélasse !
Va pas m'traîner dans la zermi !
Je m'ennuie dans mon palace
Tandis qu'à l'abri, tu ris.
T'es pas fou, je garde ton passe
Sous la main, et je m'y appuie
Pas pour t'laisser dans la mélasse
Ni me traîner dans la zermi.
Éteins l'interrupteur, ça m'lasse !
Je ferai scier les pieds d'ton lit
Si tu me traînes dans la zermi
Si je te laisse dans la mélasse.
Non l'ami, c'est pas permis de nous nommer ainsi.
Tu sais de quoi je cause quand c'est la zermi.


Tant mieux si tu es dans la place
Avec ce que tu m'donnes, tant pis !
Dans la zermi, c'est là qu'ça s'passe.
Dans la mélasse, on coule ici.
Non l'ami, c'est pas permis de nous traiter ainsi.
Glisser l'un contre l'autre, oui, c'est la zermi.


J'veux une glace, pourvu qu'on s'casse, garde-moi une tasse aussi.
File-moi toutes tes notes, zermi ou mélasse.

À coup sûr, ce s'rait dégueulasse
De dire que nous n'sommes pas amis.
Nous f'rons semblant dans ta mélasse.
Nous f'rons de même dans ma zermi.
On signale, couple en cavale, parti en pleine nuit.
Passez à autre chose, ils roulent sans permis.
Je partage ton ennui, file tout droit, en face !
C'est notre faute commune, mélasse et zermi.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 07-07-2018 17:02
A poem written during the same night, yesterday (July 6) shortly after 1am. Here it goes decrescendo, from good to bad, in temptations : the more he attracts the narrator and the less he guesses the consequences, the more she rejects his traps and the less she will fall in them.

Pas de retour

Pas de retour, tu m'inciteras à tourner
Les pages pour que je sache trouver
Tout de toi, ton identité.

Pas de retour, tente de m'ouvrir l'appétit.
C'est bien doré et ça croustille.
Tu m'inciteras, j'en jaunis.
Pas de retour, même en amour.

Pas de retour, du miel pour atteindre un sommet
Si haut qu'ça craque, j'aime ça oui mais
Tu m'inciteras à jamais.

Pas de retour, à nous deux de laisser un blanc
Sur ton tableau, je nage dedans.
Je comprends bien que tu m'attends.
Pas de retour, même en amour.

Toujours pas de retour, même à 2 passes pour faire des bulles
Et qu'on se couvre de ridicule.
Incite-moi, enlève ton pull.

Toujours pas de retour, tu m'inciteras, oui, à 2
J'écris : « Attrape-moi si tu peux ! »
Tu gommeras ce que tu veux.
Toujours pas de retour en amour.

Toujours pas de retour, tu m'inciteras à me taire
Mais ce n'est pas toi que je serre
À chaque fois que tu désespères.

Toujours pas de retour, j'aimerais tant que tu arrêtes.
Elle brille le soir, quand tu me guettes.
Ça fait mal à mon cœur pas net.
Toujours pas de retour en amour.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 08-07-2018 08:17
Another one, written on Friday (July 6), shortly after 10pm. Here, it looks more intense and more electric. I guess I'll post the translations later.

Le chien et la vernie

Ils voient mal qu'un type de ton âge
Sorte avec une fille du mien.
Pas besoin de planter l'image !
Je peux être fière de mon grand brin
De plume, pourvu qu'tu apprécies !
Laisse-moi seule ici
Bien cachée là, sous tes décombres.
Après la brune, la blonde.

J'étais assise à une table
Et toi, tu étais dehors.
Avec mon côté redoutable
J'ai pas pu te lancer mon sort.

Attends, je sors de mon terrier.
C'est bien ça, la mate ?
Tu fais tant de choses à la hâte.
Prends donc ton contre-pied !

Comme un caillou dans ma chaussure
Tu me taraudes de questions.
Mais j'veux qu'tu fasses pâle figure
Quand je te cause des émotions
De censure, jusqu'à l'ascenseur !
Ce serait une erreur
De dormir avant que tu partes.
Après la gifle, la tarte.

Tes confidences sur l'oreiller
Je ne les crie pas sur les toits.
Quel malheur d'avoir deviné !
Ta compagne est plus jeune que moi !

Je t'pousse quand tu veux me tirer.
C'est bien toi, la frappe ?
La vernie, l'chien, prochaine étape :
Prends donc ton contre-pied !

Souvent en retard au travail
Tu sembles aveugle et j'ai l'air sourde.
Réveille pas l'ardeur, tu déraille
Chaque fois que j'tiens à en découdre.
Claquement de doigts, aussi sec
Mes ongles sont cassés.
Si tu portes la coupe à ton bec
Bois donc à ma santé !

Tes appels restent lettre morte.
Je n'réponds pas au téléphone.
Demain, je serai assez forte
Pour fermer à clé si tu sonnes.

De toute façon, tu as d'la gueule.
C'est pas ça, canon ?
Le chien, la vernie, quel poison !
Restons donc seule à seul.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 09-07-2018 08:30
Here it comes warmer, the main characters are a prostitute and her client. Either they spend 6 hours together, or they meet each other at 6pm - and they do it 3 days a week. Because she reluctantly accepts, she forces him to play soft every time!

Relation tarifée

Il appelle ça du rab ? Elle pas.

Six heures, c'est le temps qu'il met
Pour tenir le coup des arrêts.
Trois jours, ce sont ses grands détours
Pour peser le contre et le pour.

Il la prend pour une allumeuse.
Elle fait de lui un éteignoir.
Elle est fameuse, leur histoire !
Il appelle ça du rab ? Elle pas.

Six heures, soit avant qu'il nique
Aux tinettes, il salit les briques.
Trois jours, elle en bave des ronds d'chapeau
L'lit sied à tout, même aux défauts.

Sauf s'il tient à la retenir
Notez qu'elle le jettera dehors.
Il la tire, elle n'est pas d'accord !
Il appelle ça du rab ? Elle pas.

Six heures, il aura une saloperie de crabe
Avec ses excès à la diable.
Trois jours, un paradis, la vie qu'elle mène !
Elle sera un ange en Éden.

Il appelle ça du rab ? Elle pas.

Secoue-la, trouve-lui une idée
Pour lier ses pieds et ses mains.
À part te guider, elle n'dit rien.

Six heures, pour sa light au briquet
Elle l'enflamme, il a un ticket.
Trois jours, il peut griller sa tige
Comme un sapeur, taffe à la pige.

À peine 20 ans de différence
Entre les deux, super, il assure.
Elle prend sa défense, le dos au mur.
Il appelle ça du rab ? Elle pas.

Six heures, soudain, l'odeur de ses cheveux
Fait peu à peu ciller ses yeux.
Trois jours qu'il n'est pas venu ici.
Son haleine, il la sacrifie.

Elle ne peut plus compter sur toi
Chaque fois qu'elle attend un client roi
Elle en perd sa voix, elle n'sait pas pourquoi.

Elle ne peut plus compter ses pas
Chaque fois qu'elle entend qu'il s'en va
Plus vite que ça ! Il comprendra !

Il appelle ça du rab ? Elle pas.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 09-07-2018 13:43
Here's one about a former slave girl in a harem, who didn't choose marrying with 6 pretty guys, because none of them correspond to her missing boyfriend. The girl is beautiful but clumsy.

Esclave affranchie

Je n'entends que la pluie fine
Sur la vitre du salon.
Les débris de mon estime
S'éparpillent en tourbillon.
Au centre du journal de bord
Y'a que des rendez-vous manqués.
Si j'avais pu faire un effort...
Oui, j'aurais été au taquet.

Je fais exprès de me cacher
À cause des erreurs commises.
Je fais exprès de me garder
D'avoir été leur promise.

Je secoue mes mains pleines d'eau
Devinant ce que ça cache.
Je ne fais pas de cadeau
À celui qui me fait tache.
Esclave affranchie, j'fais en sorte
De tenir tout dans un carnet.
Si jamais on frappe à ma porte...
Je ne serai pas au taquet.

Je fais exprès de me cacher
À cause des erreurs commises.
Je fais exprès de me garder
D'avoir été leur promise.

Prière de ne pas
Détourner l'attention
Tant que je n'ai pas
Donné l'autorisation.


L'été arrive, je m'enferme
M'assois dans un coin du salon.
Qu'on ne donne pas de perm'
J'contemple ce tourbillon.
Moi qui ai plus raison que tort
Les excuses, j'en fais un paquet.
De relation ou de rapport...
Aucun des 2, pas au taquet.

Je fais exprès de me cacher
À cause des erreurs commises.
Je fais exprès de me garder
D'avoir été leur promise.
Pour un sale quart d'heure à passer
Mon humeur, je la déguise.
Avec la paperasse à vider
J'élimine la bêtise.

Prière de ne pas
Détourner l'attention
Tant que je n'ai pas
Donné l'autorisation.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 10-07-2018 18:50
This one was written on Sunday (July 8), shortly after 10:30pm. About the ex who counted the most for me - all was made of love letters and secret romance, far from my family's eyes. Another ex, my most unfaithful, broke the "souvenir box" after our story was over.

Homme raffiné

Si ça dit tant de choses
Ne casse pas la boîte à souvenirs.
Si tu as eu ta dose
Ne jette pas ses restes sans me le dire.

Je vois encore nos affaires sur la table
Pour peu qu'encore, ce soit inévitable.
Cela me brûle de l'intérieur.
Nous partagions la même planque sur la plage
Notre endroit préféré pour l'espionnage.
Vois-tu, je ne fais pas erreur.

Nous nous roulions des pelles en pleine nuit.
T'aurais-je trahi ?
Tout va si mal et tu me manques aujourd'hui.
Homme raffiné, tu aurais pu t'y tenir.
M'aurais-tu trahie ?
Comment avons-nous si vite en finir ?

Si tu n'as pas ta dose
Ne casse pas la boîte à souvenirs.
Si ça t'dit plus grand-chose
Ne jette pas ses restes sans me le dire.

Nous désertions pour nous serrer longuement
Droit au cœur, plus amours qu'amants.
Cela me brûle de l'intérieur.
Je vois encore nos serviettes sur le sable
Pour peu qu'alors, ce soit inoubliable.
Crois-moi, je ne fais pas erreur.

On ne fait plus de jeux, même interdits.
M'aurais-tu trahie ?
En plus d'un an, on n'a pas fait de folie.
Homme raffiné, tu tiens tant à mentir.
T'aurais-je trahi ?
Comment avons-nous si vite en finir ?

Tout va si mal et tu me manques aujourd'hui.
En plus d'un an, on n'a pas fait de folie.
Comment avons-nous si vite en finir ?
Homme raffiné, je tiens encore à t'aimer
Même séparés, je ne pourrai t'oublier.
Olivia_Ka
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Olivia_Ka | 11-07-2018 09:20
Here's a poem written yesterday (July 10), after 0:30am. A remembrance of a man I've known, either a one-time partner, or someone I've seen at a party when I was younger. Some are now married, some are divorced, but none of them was my ex. The one going by the name of 'Riri' is the most discrete of them.

Poème pour Riri

J'trouve pas l'sommeil dans ma planète
Tellement j'ai bu.
Des bangs qui éclatent dans ma tête
Tel est mon dû.
Il a mis le feu à mes veines
Sans artifices
Mais je peux deviner sans peine
Oui, en service.

Les yeux émeraude, cheveux bruns courts
Un habitué, un régulier
Il y a 12 ans, il passait pour
Un travailleur invétéré.
L'a baissé ses excès, depuis
Son agenda est plus léger.
Jules, j'ai trouvé.
L'est marié avec sa Julli.

Et y'a ce type aux yeux d'azur
Répondant au nom de Rosier.
Ma meilleure amie, elle est sûre
Que lui aussi, peut assurer.
Dans ses carnets où il écrit
Y'a du romantique et du vrai.
Jim, j'ai trouvé.
Il n'est plus avec sa Lucie.

Alors, celui qui m'intéresse
N'est pas l'un d'eux.
Je le cherche mais ce qu'il me laisse
N'est pas odieux.
La note que j'avais dans mon sac
A disparu.
Qui est ce type qui me détraque ?
J'sais un peu plus.

Ils craquent et voudraient bien prétendre.
Ils essayent tous de me surprendre
Et d'eux, j'ai beaucoup à apprendre.
Aucun d'eux n'ira dans ma chambre.
Henri, Jan, Byron et Thierry
À se faire, auront du souci.
Filez d'ici !
Pas de place pour vous dans mon lit !

Reprenons-en, j'étais au premier plan
Aux premières loges, faut pas que j'y déroge.

Sur son T-shirt, y'a des rayures.
Une rencontre qu'il a effacée
Comme un feu dans de l'eau glacée
Une lettre d'amour à ratures.
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés.
C'est l'adage auquel il tient, là.
Riri, j'ai trouvé.
Je n't'empêche pas d'aimer Léa.

Ça fait l'effet d'une bombe en toc !
Riri, c'est toi.
Si j'ai vu ta femme dans un clip
Je n'en doute pas.
Tu étais vraiment cool comme type !
Amuse-toi bien
Avec Léa ! Moi, sous ma toque
J'cache mon entrain.
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Olivia_Ka | 11-07-2018 19:31
Here's a story about 2 longtime friends and a stripper. Here it comes from her point of view, the stripper is in college, and the married one of the 2 men, a writer, would like an affair with her, far from his wife and his (single) longtime friend. Knowing his reputation a little, she fears he will drug her in a bedroom (either with alcohol or a suspicious syringe filled with an illicit substance - not mentioned here) and she would get high as a consequence - also, he drinks heavily so she really fears him.
The title is a pun between "auteur" (writer) and "hauteur" (height).

Hauteur

Il prépare le terrain pour me faire exploser
Mais qu'est-ce qui l'en empêche ?
Fébrilement, comme la soirée est arrosée
Il peut vendre la mèche.
Allumeuse, non ! Je ne lui donne pas du feu
Mais beaucoup de pluie.
Qu'il mette ses lunettes, qu'il m'attise s'il le veut
Pas avec n'importe qui !

Qui de nous est mal élevé ?
Lui comme moi, à égalité.
Qui de nous se couche le plus tard ?
Moi comme lui, toujours sans phare.


Récidiviste comme jamais, il est auteur
Auteur de belles œuvres.
Il boit son porto sans glaçons, le sacré menteur !
Pourvu qu'il m'émeuve !
Si je reste à la hauteur, il pourrait me
Causer des ennuis.
Trop néophyte dans le détail, je le peux
Mais surtout pas avec n'importe qui !

Qui de nous est mal élevé ?
Moi comme lui, à égalité.
Qui de nous se couche le plus tard ?
Lui comme moi, toujours sans phare.


N'viens pas m'séduire, tu me ferais toucher le fond
Ou me cimenter sous une dalle en béton.
Trouve une autre fille, ce n'est pas moi que tu auras
Prends de la hauteur, l'auteur, tu comprendras !
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Olivia_Ka | 12-07-2018 07:44
Here is the part 2 of a previous poem, written last night. Oh no, don't ask me why, but summer holidays rekindle my old flames. The main characters are now identified as a freelance journalist and a DJ on the run - and they wear light clothes, not easy for them to run away in the daylight.

Dans la zermi, acte 2 : De motel en motel

Nous portons des vêtements pastel
Bon, tu sais ça ! Et les nouvelles ?

À nous de trouver nos cames.
J'finis l'vin blanc qu'on avait.
Les blondes, même mentholées, ça t'calme ?
Pour dessert, 2 menthes au lait.
J'suis DJ, t'es journaliste
En amatrice et en pigiste
N'dépasse pas les barrières
Car y'a trop de lumière.

Allume la radio ! Y'a quoi ?
Si on parle de nous, appelle-moi.

Les artistes français
Je les connais
Mais pour les internationaux
Comme je n'sais pas
Qui chante quoi
Mets des mémos sur mes mots !

Mec, laisse un blanc
Dans le ciel bleu !
On f'ra semblant
D'être amoureux.
J'en voulais un pour m'accompagner
Mais des plus proches, y'en avait aucun.
Viens donc me donner un coup d'main !
T'es comme mon collègue éloigné !
Dangereuse, cette affaire
Car y'a trop de lumière.

Comme ton ex-femme, j'ai flippé
Quand la zicmu s'est arrêtée.
Ils n'ont pas aimé tes articles ?
C'est dire s'ils manquaient d'esthétique.
De motel en motel
On f'ra une fugue, une belle
Pour échapper aux flics, aux balles.
Comme je suis intenable
Concernant la propreté
N'laisse pas tes mégots sur le palier !

C'est la zermi, c'est la mélasse.
Tu conduis, je te laisse la place.

Je fais mon set en privé.
Va regarder la télé !
Prends les jumelles, moi aussi j'espionne.
La nuit arrive, habillons-nous
En noir, On aime par-dessus tout
Quand autour, y'a personne.
Mec, évite les impasses
Stop ! Sinon c'est menace.
Pour la suite, Mystère
Tant qu'y'a trop de lumière.
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Olivia_Ka | 13-07-2018 10:03
Here's one about an Italian girl working in a hotel. She is convinced that Vincent Beauregard, a French soothsayer and Jeremy Allan, an English MP, are the same person - a dark-haired man with dark eyes, taller than her. Why? They're not twins actually : the man is an actor and plays in 2 different TV series, so Beauregard and Allan are his characters.
* offtopic :
Meeting actors during their tea or smoke break... I sometimes dream of that.


Scusami, signore

J'entends ce frémissement
Qui n'annonce rien de bon.
Dans ma salle de bain, j'entends
Qu'on frappe au torchon.
Coup de chaud, coup de fusil
J'ai rendez-vous avec les 2.
Comme je n'aime aucun d'eux
C'est non merci !

Signor Beauregard
Êtes-vous un médium, quelque part ?
J'tente de vous surpasser.
Scusami, signore
Mais vos clients sont lassés
Des spécialistes qui rentrent tard

Signor Beauregard.

J'entends ce frémissement
Qui n'annonce rien de bon.
Ce député anglais, battant
Demande du thé. Bon !
Coup de main, coup de talon
Je vais le voir dans son salon.
Encore un joli garçon
Mais sans façon !

Signor Allan
Votre carrosse est-il en panne ?
Je viens avec vous boire du thé.
Scusami, signore
Mais votre femme a demandé
De ne pas braquer votre canne

Signor Allan.

Dans vos yeux foncés, je devine
Que vous seriez mon genre de mec.
Mais l'un poursuit l'autre, avec
Si peu de chances pour une victime !

Signor Allan
Pas de sucre dans mon Darjeeling !
Signor Beauregard
Vous rougissez, tout au feeling.

Scusami, signore
L'hôtel a des clients, c'est vrai
Mais vous ne venez jamais
Au même moment de l'année.
Beauregard au printemps
Allan en automne.
Avez-vous une double identité ?

Cela m'étonne !
Vous vous ressemblez tellement !
Scusami, scusami, signore.
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Olivia_Ka | 01-08-2018 08:04
Here's one I just wrote. The narrator wants to listen to music but Augusto, the man who was supposed to repair her stereo, tricked her. Well, Augusto is a violent man who wanted to screw her, but she resisted and went away before she became her prey. So he did some kind of revenge when he came back, alone and frustrated, to her place. He put Nutella in her Walkman, in which she had left a forgotten cassette, and stole another cassette. After he leaves the room, the narrator is back and understands that Augusto was the only one to trick her. That's what she writes to the man.

Chaînes sur ma stéréo

Depuis que t'es revenu
Since you came back
Tu me fais marcher sur 2 pistes pour que j'écoute
You make me connected on two tracks, so I can listen to you
Et j'ai un doute !
And I have some doubt!
Cette cassette que j'avais là
That cassette I had
Depuis bien longtemps : t'as recouvert de Nutella
For a long time : you spreaded Nutella
Le Walkman au fond !
At the bottom of my Walkman!
Je ne peux pas écouter
I cannot listen
L'autre que j'aimais : paraît que tu me l'as volée.
To the other (cassette) I love : you should have stolen it.
22 chansons.
Twenty-two songs.

Depuis qu't'es revenu, t'es plus le même.
Since you came back, you are not the same.
Tu me causes tout un tas de problèmes.
You cause me a lot of problems.
Sur ma stéréo, il y a des chaînes.
On my stereo, there are chains.
Comment je fais ? Si tu savais !
How do I do? If you only knew!
N'viens pas t'mêler, j'pourrais t'mater.
Do not come and get into it, I could spy you.
Tant mieux, les disques (vinyles) ne sont même pas rayés.
Fortunately, the records (vinyl) are not even scratched.
Qu'est-ce que tu bisques, facile ! Tu voulais me sauter
How easy you wind up! You wanted to screw me
Mais je tiens à t'effacer.
But I have to erase you.

Augusto, t'as besoin de LED ? J'en clignote.
Augusto, do you need a LED? I am flashing.
Tu pourrais être mon pote
You could be my mate
Mais ta longueur d'ondes me précède.
But your wavelength comes before I do.
Tu pourrais être mon poteau
You could be my mate
Mais attention, la bande est raide.
But careful, the tape is stiff.

Depuis que t'es revenu
Since you came back
Quand j'prends ma radio, le son bloque au max, j'éteins.
When I take my radio set, the sound is stuck at the maximum, I turn off.
J'suis au plus bas.
I am to the downest.
Sans affichage digital
Without numbers on display
Je n'peux rien voir, pas de station en mémoire.
I cannot see anything, no station has been saved.
Je les étale.
I spread them.
13 d'un côté, 22 de l'autre.
Thirteen on one (cassette), twenty-two on the other.
Tu pensais réparer mais tu multiplies les fautes
You thought you repaired but you multiplied errors
Au millimètre.
To the millimeter.

Tu passeras me voir sans dire un mot.
You will come and see me without a word.
Je trouve des chaînes sur ma stéréo.
I find chains on my stereo.
Seras-tu puni pour tes défauts ?
Will you be punished for all your defaults?
N'viens pas t'mêler ! J'pourrais t'mater
Do not come and get into it, I could spy you
Si tu savais comment je fais.
If you only knew how I do.
Tu me croyais docile mais j'ai pu résister.
You thought I was docile but I could resist.
Sauvage que t'es, habile, tu voulais me sauter.
How savage you are, skillful, you wanted to screw me.
Je tiens à t'effacer.
I have to erase you.

Maintenant, je me fâche !
Now, I am angry!
La bande est raide, je vais l'effacer.
The tape is stiff, I am going to erase it.
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Olivia_Ka | 06-08-2018 21:35
I finally unleash the translations of 5 of those I wrote last month. Here they are, enjoy!

2 No return (Pas de retour)

No return, you will incite me to turn
The pages, so I can guess
Everything from you, your identity.

No return, try to open my appetite.
It is so browned and it is crisp.
You will incite me, I turn yellow.
No return, even in love.

No return, some honey to climb a summit
So high that it cracks, I like it, yes but
You will incite me for good.

No return, it is up to us to leave a blank
On your board, I swim inside.
I understand well that you are waiting for me.
No return, even in love.

Still no return, even at two passes for bubbling
And making fools of ourselves.
Incite me, take your sweater off.

Still no return, you will incite me, yes, for two
I write "Catch me if you can!"
You will erase whatever you want.
Still no return in love.

Still no return, you will incite me to shut up
But it is not you that I embrace
Every time you despair.

Still no return, I would like you so much to stop.
It shines in the evening, when you lie in wait for me.
It hurts my heart, a bit dodgy.
Still no return in love.

1 In serymi (Dans la zermi)

I will not let you in a mess!
Do not drag me into serymi!
I am bored in my palace
While, sheltered, you laugh.
You are not crazy, I keep your mastery key
Under my hand, and I lean on it
Neither to let you in a mess
Nor to drag me into serymi.
Turn off the switch, I am getting tired!
I will have your bed legs sawed
If you drag me into serymi
If I let you in a mess.
No friend, it is not allowed to name ourselves this way.
You know what Iam talking about when it is serymi.


Good for you if you are in the place
With what you give me, so bad!
In serymi, there, it happens.
In a mess, we are sinking here.
No friend, it is not allowed to treat ourselves this way.
Slipping one against the other, yes, this is serymi.


I would like an ice cream, let's just hope we get away, keep me a cup too.
Give me all your notes, serymi or mess.

For sure, it would be disgusting
To say we are not friends.
We will pretend in your mess.
We will do the same in my serymi.
Reported, an escaping couple, leaving at night.
Change your subject, they drive without license.
I share your boredom, go straight away, opposite!
It is our common fault, mess and serymi.


9 In serymi, act 2 : From motel to motel (Dans la zermi, acte 2 : De motel en motel)

We are wearing pastel clothes
Well, you know that! What about the news?

It is up to us to find our dopes.
I finish the white wine we had.
Virginia (cigarettes), even menthol, do they calm you down?
For dessert, two glasses of mint milk.
I am a DJ, you are a journalist
Amateur and freelance
Do not speed the gates
Because there is too much light.


Turn on the radio! What is on?
If they talk about us, call me.

French artists
I know them
As for the international ones
Because I do not know
Who sings what
Put memos on my words!

Man, leave a blank
In the blue sky!
We will pretend
To be lovers.
I wanted one to accompany me
But of my closest, there was no one.
Come and give me a hand!
You are like a colleague come from afar.
Dangerous, this affair
Because there is too much light.


Like your former wife, I felt down
When the sicmu stopped.
Didn't they like your contributions?
That shows how much they lacked of æsthetic quality.
From motel to motel
We will run away, escape
From the cops, the bullets.
Because I am intolerable
On cleanliness
Do not leave your butts on the floor!

It is serymi, it is a mess.
You drive, I leave you the seat.

I have a private DJ set.
Go and watch television!
Take the binoculars, I spy too.
The night is coming, let's dress
In black... Overall, we love
When there is no one around.
Man, avoid the dead ends
Stop! Otherwise, there will be menace.
For the following... Mystery
Because there is too much light.


6 Refined man (Homme raffiné)

If it reminds you of so many things
Do not break the souvenir box.
If you have had enough
Do not discard its remains without telling me.

I still see our belongings on the table
If by chance, we cannot avoid it.
It burns me from the inside.
We shared the same hideout on the beach
Our favourite place for spying.
Do you see? I make no mistake.

We gave each other French kisses at night.
Should I have betrayed you?
Everything is going so wrong and I miss you today.
Refined man, you should have stuck to it.
Should you have betrayed me?
How could we have ended so quickly?

If you do not have enough
Do not break the souvenir box.
If they do not remind you of anything
Do not discard its remains without telling me.

We deserted, only to squeeze up so long
Straight to the heart, more loving than lovers.
It burns me from the inside.
I still see our towels on the sand
If by chance, we cannot forget it.
Believe me, I make no mistake.

We do not play games anymore, even the forbidden ones.
Should you have betrayed me?
In more than a year, we did not go mad.
Refined man, you keep on lying so much.
Should I have betrayed you?
How could we have ended so quickly?

Everything is going so wrong and I miss you today.
In more than a year, we did not go mad.
How could we have ended so quickly?
Refined man, I still keep on loving you
Even separated, I cannot forget you.

3 The dog and the lucky (Le chien et la vernie)

They badly see that a guy of your age
Has a relationship with a girl of mine.
No need to describe the picture!
I can be proud of my great gift
For writing, provided you appreciate!
Leave me alone here
Hidden there, under your ruins.
After the dark-haired woman, the blonde.

I was sitting at a table
And you, you were outside.
With my formidable side
I could not cast you a spell.

Wait, I am going out of my burrow.
Is this ogling?
You do so many things hastily.
So take your opposite view!

Like a stone in my shoe
You gnaw at me with questions.
But I want you to turn pale
When I cause you emotions
Of censure, until the elevator!
It would be a mistake
To sleep before you leave.
After the slap in the face, the cliché.

Your pillow talk
I do not scream it on the roof.
How bad to have guessed!
Your girlfriend is younger than me!

I push you away when you want to screw me.
Are you the hoodlum?
The lucky, the dog, next step:
Take your opposite view!

Often late for work
You seem blind and I look deaf.
Do not wake my ardor, you talk drivel
Every time I have to fight.
Snapping fingers that fast
My nails are broken.
If you put the glass to your lips
Drink my health!

Your calls remain dead letters.
I do not answer the phone.
Tomorrow, I will be strong enough
To lock the door if you ring.

Anyway, you look odd.
Isn't it stunning?
The dog, the lucky, what a pest!
Let's stay in private.
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Olivia_Ka | 07-08-2018 23:18
Here are the translations of the 5 others from last month. Enjoy!

10 Excuse me, sir (Scusami, signore)

I hear this rustle
That announces nothing good.
From my bathroom, I hear
A dish towel stroke.
Heat wave, shot
I have a date with both.
Because I love none
No thanks!

Mister Beauregard
Are you a medium, somewhere?
I try to overcome you.
Excuse me, sir
But your customers are getting tired
Of specialists who come home late

Mister Beauregard.

I hear this rustle
That announces nothing good.
This English MP
Asks for some tea. All right!
Hand, heel stroke
I am going to see him in his living room.
Another handsome guy
But no way!

Mister Allan
Is your coach broken?
I am going to drink tea with you.
Excuse me, sir
But your wife asked
Not to point your cane

Mister Allan.

In your brown eyes, I guess
That you should be my kind of guy.
But one chases the other, with
So few chances for a victim!

Mister Allan
No sugar in my Darjeeling!
Mister Beauregard
Your face turns red, all about feeling.

Excuse me, sir
The hotel has customers, it is true
But you never come
At the same time of the year.
Beauregard in spring
Allan in autumn.
Do you have a double identity?

It surprises me!
You look so much the same each other!
Excuse me, excuse me, sir.

4 Priced relationship (Relation tarifée)

Does he call it extra? She does not.

Six hours, it is the time he needs
To hold out the stops.
Three days, those are her roundabout means
To weigh the cons and pros.

He takes her for a prick-teaser.
She makes him subdued.
It is famous, their story!
Does he call it extra? She does not.

6 pm, so before he screws
At the toilet, he makes bricks dirty.
Three days, she has a hard time of it
The bed fits everything, even faults.

Unless if he has to keep her away
Note that she will throw him outside!
He screws her, she does not agree!
Does he call it extra? She does not.

Six hours, he will have some dirty cancer
With his devilish excesses.
Three days, paradise is the life she leads!
She will be an angel in Eden.

Does he call it extra? She does not.

Shake her, find an idea
To tie her feet and her hands.
Apart from guiding you, she does not say anything.

6 pm, for his light on the lighter
She sets it ablaze, he has a ticket.
Three days, he can smoke his fag
Like a chimney, freelance working.

Some 20 years old of difference
Between both of them, super, he is brilliant.
She comes to his defense, her back against the wall.
Does he call it extra? She does not.

Six hours, suddenly, the smell of her hair
Makes his eyes blink a little.
Three days, it's been since he came here.
His breath, he sacrifices it.

She cannot count on you anymore
Every time she waits for the king client.
She loses her voice, she does not know why.

She cannot count his steps anymore
Every time she hears him leaving
Faster! He will understand!

Does he call it extra? She does not.

5 Free slave (Esclave affranchie)

I only hear light rain
On the living room glass.
The wreckage of my esteem
Scatters in a whirlwind.
At the center of the log book
There are only missed rendezvous.
If I could have made an effort...
Yes, I should have gone flat out.

I purposely hide
Because of committed mistakes.
I am purposely careful
Not to have been their betrothed.

I shake my hands, full of water
Guessing what it hides.
I do not offer any gift
To the one who sticks out like a sore thumb.
Free slave, I see to it
That I keep everything in a notebook.
If ever somebody knocks on the door...
I will not go flat out.

I purposely hide
Because of committed mistakes.
I am purposely careful
Not to have been their betrothed.

Please, do not
Distract my attention
Until I give
My agreement.


Summer is coming, I lock myself
Sitting in a corner of the living room.
Do not give me any permission
I contemplate this whirlwind.
Me, more right than wrong
I make a pack of excuses.
Relationship or connection...
None of the two, not going flat out.

I purposely hide
Because of committed mistakes.
I am purposely careful
Not to have been their betrothed.
For a bad time to have
My mood, I disguise it.
With the papers to empty
I remove their silliness.

Please, do not
Distract my attention
Until I give
My agreement.


7 Poem to Riri (Poème pour Riri)

I cannot find sleep in my planet
Because I have drunk much.
Bangs that bursts into my mind
They are my due.
He set fire to my veins
Without any work
But I can guess without pain
Yes, on duty.

Emerald eyes, short dark hair
A customer, a regular one
Twelve years ago, he appeared like
A workaholic.
He has since cut down his excesses
And his timetable is lighter.
Jules, I found out.
He is married with Julli.

And there is this guy with sky blue eyes
Going by the name of Rosier.
My best friend, she is sure
That he too can be brilliant.
In his notebooks, he writes
Romantic and true.
Jim, I found out.
He is not with Lucie anymore.

So, the one who interests me
Is not one of them.
I look for him, but what he leaves me
Is not odious.
The note I had in my bag
Has disappeared.
Who is this guy who breaks me down?
I know a little more.

They have a crush and would like to lay claim to.
They all try to surprise me
And from them, I have a lot to learn.
None of them will go into my bedroom.
Henri, Jan, Byron and Thierry
Will have worries.
Get out of here!
No place for you in my bed!

Let's get back to it, I was in the front row
At the top of line, no need to disturb.

There are stripes on his T-shirt.
A meeting he erased
Like fire in icy water
A love letter with deletions.
Happy to live, living hidden.
It is his motto to stick to.
Riri, I found out.
I do not prevent you from loving Lea.

It has the effect of a fake bomb!
Riri, here you are.
If I saw your wife in a video
No doubt about it.
You really were a cool guy!
Have a good time
With Lea! As for me, under my hat
I hide my get-up-and-go.

8 Height (Hauteur)

He prepares the field to make me explode
But what prevents him from doing so?
Feverishly, because the evening is washed down with alcohol
He can spill the beans.
Prick-teaser, no! I do not give him any light
But a lot of rain.
He can put his glasses, stir me up if he wants
Not with anybody!

Which one of us is foul-tempered?
Him and so do I, we are level.
Which one of us goes to bed the latest?
Me and so does he, still without headlight.


Repeat offender, more than ever, he is a writer
Writer of beautiful works.
He drinks his port without ice cubes, the good old liar!
Let's just hope he moves me!
If I stayed up to it, he could
Cause me trouble.
Too novice in the detail, I can do
But most of all, not with anybody!

Which one of us is foul-tempered?
Me and so does he, we are level.
Which one of us goes to bed the latest?
Him and so do I, still without headlight.


Do not come and seduce me, you would make me hit rock bottom
Or cement me under a concrete slab.
Find another girl, I am not the one you will have.
Gain height, writer, you will understand!
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