the message


the feast, the joy, the rhythm of poetry
is grounded with the golden quill of my being

the time is bleeding in my nervures
back and forth like the message of the universe

my voice is echoed tenderly everywhere, —
want me? say it!

say you want me to tell you again what I told you once
when any season was dripping passion

and I will tell you not once or twice but infinitely times, —
I love You!

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

3mind Blight

#HappyBirthdayJohnLennon


my words have caught the contour of his name, —
the space between got set on fire with love, then,
i sketched his physical absence with my lungs
coupling it with darkness to dance with the light
to fill somehow the eternal emptiness which fell

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

visual art by aryananoe

schisms


dreams materialize

dreams evaporate
like virga…
in controversy debates
and schisms
quiet written
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
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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
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Poets of the Fall │ Benjamin Love