dangerous game


artwork, — Cécile Desserle │ theme, — Après Toi │ un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ's thoughts

Yesterday’s thoughts call thoughts of today.
Together are hand in hand to succeed to go
through this fire, away of being stabilized yet
for the appearance look like a dangerous game
with yesterday in today for tomorrow’s smile,
mine and yours, both converted from words
in facts, me to live like me, you to live like you.

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Erick Serna │ Ellipsis │ DeWolff

teacher


La Cuisine by Cecile Desserle
you had put
the longing’s music
in my soul paired
with discreet tones
of your whispers
to explore me gently
in whole my existence
using the subtle and
tenderly sweetness 
of your entity,
precisely, —
like a pharmacist
who manipulates
the flower’s essences, —
patiently and friendly
like a teacher
insisting on a subject, —
or like a perfumer who
keeps equilibrium
on the playground love
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you had put
the longing’s music
in my soul paired with
Do-Si-Do ingredients
of the nightrider you are,
the chef of my fantasies
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Chromatics │ Thomas Dutronc & Youn Sun Nah │ Diplo & Blanco Brown │ Tom Misch & Yussef Dayes ft. Freddie Gibbs

sweet escape


Cityscape by Raen │ un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ's words
i’m not writer or poetess
i don’t write short stories
or poems but I love
words written into
the language of my soul
while my emotions
are the proofreader which
accentuates the texts
in the tint of my eyes
and of my playful laugh
shaped deeply and artfully
by my ghostly thoughts
with the crystalline sound
like the sin of an infant
i’m not a writer but rather
graphenes that compose
words defined in my DNA
reproduced just to love… —
to love you… to love stuff…
as much as it’s necessary
tumbling gradually, in & out
sufficient to not get injured‧‧‧
but don’t trust me, just think
at us, — in a sweet escape
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Poets of the Fall │ Benjamin Love


what I’m looking for…


Equilibrium by Tanya Shatseva

he understood, —
statement of own responsibility
it was not what I’m looking for
so he took the fever of my body
reading my mind

skilled, he moved in my phone
running in my palms
following the line of my life
with the art’s attitude to become
the geometry of my passion

he learned to moisturize my lips
murmuring incandescent with
his degrees in my optical rotation
using as a weapon the kiss… —
together to find equilibrium
in a sublime echo with high notes

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Ryan Innes