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ChildLine: First Step MUST.REBLOG.

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:23:00 -0400

ChildLine: First Step

MUST.REBLOG.

Chronic pain At first it was a gentle nudge Something you could swat away An...

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:56:37 -0400

Chronic pain

At first it was a gentle nudge

Something you could swat away

An annoyance undeserving of attention

Like an ant crawling on your skin

Unnoticed until it changes direction.

I thought and wished it away

As my pain took roots and settled down

In the warm and fuzzy home Iwas

I was too inviting for my own good

And now these pounds of flesh that I was

Battled my soul for supremacy.

The diagnosis came out dry and simple:

Chronic pain due to emotional excess

From a wrinkled out Iranian American doctor

Doctors.

They let their emotions sink so far deep

That even storms can only make ripples on their faces.

For now I was too busy drilling around

The cavity that my pain was

I could feel myself falling

And never waking up

I was the pain I felt.

Laughter and light were blurry echoes

From a life that has come and gone

A mother’s womb without a child.

The countours of an itch

I can’t scratch

But this ache hums

Over and over again:

Father

Father.

I am home to a cactus and its charms

I am home to a howling darkness

I am home to thick and broad bitterness

I am at home

With the familiar taste of experience

That washes away

With every sunrise

Un beau mirage bien dose

But the thirst is quenched

Even for the length of eternity

That this moment is.

Yes, father, I am coming home to you.

As-tu entendu le vent gémir Quand mon cœur s’est brisé Au croisement du boulevard du 30 juin Et la...

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:45:19 -0400

As-tu entendu le vent gémir

Quand mon cœur s’est brisé

Au croisement du boulevard du 30 juin

Et la rue des Martyrs ?

Les moteurs avaient grondé

Pour étouffer le son de mon cœur

Eparpillé aux quatre vents

Mais ce n’est rien

Je suis un de ces hommes

Sans face, sans écho, sans ombre

Juste un petit ennui dans la marche du progrès

Aux coins de rue, je me plante

Un drapeau humain sans terre nationale

Témoin de la rouillure sous le vernis

Et de dents grinçantes sous les sourires

Et du pas pressé, stressé de la cité.

Oui, la cité est froide et brillante

Ouverte toujours aux cœurs secs

Moquant de ceux aux cœurs doux et patients

C’est à peine qu’elle s’endort.

Tard la nuit, elle se trouve toujours

Du sang frais à prendre

Mais ce n’est rien.

Une chaude étreinte fait oublier

La poussière de la cité

Et le ventre creux

Mais ce n’est rien

Un sourire chaleureux ramène a la vie

Ce mort vivant marchant les rues

Et perdu dans la jungle bétonnée

Mais ce n’est rien

Je suis un monument de chair

On me crache dessus

On m’éclabousse

Les oiseaux se perchent sur moi

Mais je suis là

Mon apparence quelconque

Mais l’intérieur de ma personne

Inoubliable.

lying on my back, immersed in the sunlight I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek I refused to open my...

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:27:00 -0400

lying on my back, immersed in the sunlight

I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek

I refused to open my eyes and break the magic

the kiss was repeated with insistence

I barely opened one eye

and I saw this flower bent over me

looking me up and down and saying nothing

I wanted to ask: What?

but the flower didn’t want to talk, she just wanted a kiss

I grabbed her and blood dripped as my fingers surrounded her thorns

yes love hurts sometimes

when you want this and she wants that

so I open like a flower to the kiss of the Sun

because l’amour est ephemere

but it’s always present

so I always make sure I use the verb to love in the present tense.

I can’t even forgive my friends for talking about their lovers of the past

I want love now that feels like the happiness of a kid on a swing

I want love that tastes like the first gulp of water for the thirsty

I want love that feels like feeling sun on your skin after being forgotten in solitary confinement.

I want love that angels envy and demons mock

I want love that nourishes where it is planted

I want love, don’t deny it to me.

I hunger for an unbroken world Because I’m one broken item too many. Lives are erased daily under...

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:12:26 -0400

I hunger for an unbroken world

Because I’m one broken item too many.

Lives are erased daily under statistics and policies

And we are just happy it’s them and not us.

Tears, blood and sweat lubricate the flow of money

And leave behind dry shells, ghosts of men and women.

It doesn’t help when Nature decides to get involved either

She sweeps, erases, blots out the fabric of our lives

And moves on as if nothing had happened.

Life is a game where there’s no winner

And yet you must fight till your last breath.

clementinegeese: Chef Ahki Oh man

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:22:10 -0400

clementinegeese:

Chef Ahki

Oh man

When my heart is full It’s the sky that tears apart To let the stars tumble Their screams...

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:00:20 -0400

When my heart is full
It’s the sky that tears apart
To let the stars tumble
Their screams hitting the ocean floors
To the sound of my heartbreak

Now I see that breathing is a futile effort without the warmth of your presence The night I was in...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:03:35 -0400

Now I see that breathing is a futile effort

without the warmth of your presence

The night I was in seems impossible

now that you have brought light with you

Words are simply inadequate

to capture this rebirth

and that’s comforting to know

because there’s never been sweeter mystery.

Maitre Gims- Je m’tire

Tue, 21 May 2013 11:53:25 -0400

Maitre Gims- Je m’tire

When I lost my head On that quiet morning As the Sun walked in like a thief I found my...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:50:53 -0400

When I lost my head
On that quiet morning
As the Sun walked in like a thief
I found my heart
Knocking love Morse code
Against my chest
Trying to locate you
So I locked Time to a stand still
Until our lips found each other.

Nous sommes des tempêtes célestes Prêts à bouleverser les coeurs de pierre Qui règnent en maîtres...

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:33:23 -0400

Nous sommes des tempêtes célestes
Prêts à bouleverser les coeurs de pierre
Qui règnent en maîtres sur nos vies
Et à abattre les voiles de vanité
Qui nous refusent de se regarder en face

Nous sommes des ouragans d’amour
Prêts à saigner pour tout ce qui a faim
Et soif d’une main chaleureuse
Quand les vents de l’indifférence
Gèlent les cœurs

Nous sommes petits de taille
Mais géants par notre foi
De voir la lueur quand règne l’obscurité

L'abri de rien: Mon odyssée d'Alain

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:19:23 -0400

L'abri de rien: Mon odyssée d'Alain:

labriderien:

Flaque où l’arc-en-ciel roule avec le carburant

Jour de pluie épinglant le ciel inconnu à l’asphalte

Tu es venu

Rayon qui perce le parking et fumet des popotes à grand’mère

Ma chanson de variétés mon immortel moment

Saisir ma main à la pleine lune

Fragmentée sur la peau de mer

Tout ce que j’aime dans un poème s’y trouve: du rythme et des surprises!

I had this burning question on my lips but she stole it with a kiss before I had a chance to sit...

Tue, 21 May 2013 04:55:58 -0400

I had this burning question on my lips

but she stole it with a kiss

before I had a chance to sit down

and examine the question

and now I roam the Earths

misery dragging at my feet

to be once again that burning bush in the desert.

I am a silent roar tonight my vibrations ring every mocel of Earth The desires I carry rock...

Tue, 21 May 2013 04:46:07 -0400

I am a silent roar tonight

my vibrations ring every mocel of Earth

The desires I carry rock universes

My name is made of silent vowels

and the sky turns red

with my every mood swing

but I am fragile like a rain drop

whenever I meet your eyes

and the folly of love turns me inside out

making me beg for an encore

another scent of you

to birth lives all around us

The frontiers of my existence turn blurry Whenever your words rock my core Leaving me breathless...

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:15:03 -0400

The frontiers of my existence turn blurry
Whenever your words rock my core
Leaving me breathless and wanting
For another seismic encounter.

The beautiful isn’t peaceful The beautiful isn’t peaceful It is a calm sea With raging storms...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:02:11 -0400

The beautiful isn’t peaceful

The beautiful isn’t peaceful

It is a calm sea

With raging storms underneath

Licking the surface of the waters

The beautiful is symmetrical

Alien in its normality

Worldly in its vanity

While turning lies into truths

The beautiful is a song

An ensemble made of odd parts

That rises out of you

But dies on the lips.

Peek a boo The brown shoe box in the closet Contained fragmented pictures of ghosts They...

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:37:00 -0400

Peek a boo

The brown shoe box in the closet

Contained fragmented pictures of ghosts

They snickered

every time a human breather walked by

hands reached and then retreated from it

sometimes feet stood there like queen’s guards.

The Sun also liked to peek a boo once in awhile

While the shoebox slept an ageless sleep

Spiders, ants, flying and crawling things

Have sent their special envoys without success

The ghosts snickered

And days kept moving

No one knew what happened to the shoes

They must have walked out the front door.

No thoughts, no goodbyes smiles

For those left behind

Just a melancholic smell

Coating the old brown shoebox

And snickering ghosts.

All this to say I still cry at night

At the thought of you, papa

And I wake up with irritated eyes

And a shoebox full of your ghosts

Snickering at the hole you left all around me

That’s when I turn the hands of Time

On the watch you left me

And for this moment in eternity

A smile slides out sadness out of my face.

Pantoum C’est tout simplement un malentendu Une fâcheuse tournure des tempéraments Et nous sommes...

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:35:36 -0400

Pantoum

C’est tout simplement un malentendu

Une fâcheuse tournure des tempéraments

Et nous sommes allés jusqu’au bout

Départ : jeux de mots. Arrive : mâchoires grinçantes

Une fâcheuse tournure des tempéraments

Beaucoup de fumée pour un brin de feu

Départ : jeux de mots. Arrive : mâchoires grinçantes

Nous étions des combustibles a faible pression

Beaucoup de fumée pour un brin de feu

Le maquillage prenait du temps à s’effondre

Nous étions des combustibles à faible pression

L’amour nous brulait par les deux bouts.

Le maquillage prenait du temps à s’effondre

Et nous sommes allés jusqu’au bout

L’amour nous brulant par les deux bouts

C’est tout simplement un malentendu.

iamwallix: Fally Ipupa - Sweet Life J’aime la direction...

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:29:00 -0400

iamwallix:

Fally Ipupa - Sweet Life

J’aime la direction dans laquelle il pousse la musique congolaise

"Let a six-year-old girl with brown hair need thousands of dollars for an operation that will prolong..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:46:07 -0400

“Let a six-year-old girl with brown hair need thousands of dollars for an operation that will prolong her life until Christmas, and the post office will be swamped with nickels and dimes to save her. But let it be reported that without a sales tax the hospital facilities of Massachusetts will deteriorate and cause a barely perceptible increase in preventable deaths—not many will drop a tear or reach for their checkbooks.”

- Thomas Schelling