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le vent dans tes cheveux défaits
des pleures il y en a trop

la jeune fille

Un cris est entendue

Dans les prairies non loin

Un choque d'émotion bouleverse la population

C'est quelque chose d'affreux qui est arrivé

C'est ce qu'on entend plus ou moins.

Un crime a été commis

Nous sommes certain de ça

Mais comment savoir si personne n'a été témoins?

Les gens parlent, mais ne savent pas trop de quoi.

Un jeudi après midi une jeune fille entre dans l'épicerie

Elle n'a pas l'air d'être dans son assiette

Elle ramasse une pomme,

Sa chemise trop courte nous dévoile le secret derrière le cri :

Des marque rouges, des bleus.

Son coeur doit être autant blessé,

Car son expression vide

Et la peine dans ses yeux

Nous dit de ne plus en parler,

De ne plus chuchoter.

Nous ne faisons rien.

Nous n'aidons pas.

Nous ne jasons plus.

C'est tout.

Malgré cela

Sa n'aide pas.

La jeune fille cri encore,

En dans d'elle même

My Imperfections
 
Sorry for my delay
I just don't know what to say
I wanna scream, I wanna cry
But I'd rather pretend I'm shy.
 
Sorry for the times I lie
I just don't know why.
I wanna be honest, I wanna be true
But it's just too hard to do.
 
Sorry for me
I just don't know how to be
I wanna be you, I wanna be me
But it's just too hard to let free
 
-Christina S.

The sun came out
warming my sweet skin
A smile creeped over my face
I looked at the life behind me
and the one ahead of me,
Nothing could be better then being in the middle,
in between both.
The sun was getting brighter
and so was my smile.
I closed my eyes,
leaving it all up to the sun.
 

Pink Skies
 
The pink skies protecting me from the dangers
The hot sun toasting me to a perfect brown
Making me feel safe,
I put on my shades, sit back, relax and think...
fall into deep thoughts about...
why elephants don't fly,
why fish live in the water,
why men are the "rulers"
why women give birth
why our bodies are full of cells,
How come the grass is green?
And the sun is yellow?
How come my life is the way it is
why does it have to seem so complicated,
and yet lived so easily.
Why does everything have to be well planned,
why we can't just go with the flow...
I take off my shades and picture with my eyes closed,
the pink skies and the bright sun,
I open my eyes and come back to reality
where the skies are grey and the sun doesn't shine.
Where the questions we ask aren't the ones about grass being green,
or fish living in the sea,
but about
war this
and fighting that,
sex being everywhere
and blood gushing from a movie seen.
Questions...
there are simple ones...
there are complicated ones...
there are answered ones ...
and there are wondering ones...
why can't the sky be pink and the sun shine forever?...