Poetry by Arcadian
Naked, Nude
behind a transparent wall.
The rain falls every time the singer's voice breaks.
Back to square one.
The man resurrects, wipes the dust from his shirt
and shoots himself three more times before disintegrating.
Anonymous white swans put on masks to hide their identities,
and I have never felt more exposed.
Let him touch my spine once again.
My guilt is a shapeless figure crawling in the sewers
searching for the eternal, ephemeral party.
The ashes of a happy person’s bonfire taste the same
as my own skin.
The devil sitting on my left shoulder says
that only true artists’ souls will survive the flood.
Curt Cobain sitting on my right shoulder says
“’Tis better to burn out than fade away”.
Gorgonised
Every bit of air sucked out of my breath.
Where is the light I used to see in your eyes?
Objects, grown children, battering life to death.
Sometimes they stop and stare at the stars beneath.
Sometimes they wonder how to twinkle.
If I stop spinning, the World will never paint again.
Could anyone carry Atlas for me?
Jigsaw Puzzle
The pieces have been taken and laid out
A picture of a life starting to form
My love, before you came there was no doubt
My life’s image would always be lukewarm
For I believe that you have changed my ways
And babe, although my love was not mislaid
I do not know the number of warm days
Until the burning flame we have will fade
But I can not control what I think of
And if my silence angers you, then know
That I am only focusing my love
Emotions flowing from head down to toe
For you will stay forever in my heart
In my life’s jigsaw, you are a big part
My heart a stone that drags my spirit down
My sentiments a plough that carves my soul
What mind I have is spinning all around
The weaker crown let water drown my mole
Equivocal conceptions make me think
Nay! Catapult this logic on my mind
As I the flask let meet my lips to drink
My powers shrink, my future is confined
Mortality, o what a pleasure now
The feelings, thoughts, emotions roam inside
Vociferously voices make me bow
And disavow to all that I abide
My heart is clogged with hopelessness and woe
I love thee, Juliet, thy Romeo
Par moi
mon bonheur est allé
je ne peux pas le trouver
ils me demandent "Pourquoi?"
mais je ne sais pas
c’est toujours difficile
et je deviens fragile
je ne sais plus
je n'ai jamais su
The train starts to move.
A single tear falling down.
Palms that almost meet.
a second of life
eternal in Polaroid
static vividness
slowly strolling the pavement
of memory lane?
he looks himself in the eyes
wearing briefs and grief
your eyes revealing your soul
innocently blue.
That day you kissed him
not just once, and not just twice
but three times I died
I thought I would cry
but I found a happy face
in my reflection.
Kittens in a bag
awaiting the cold water
and to die like dogs
Moonshine reflecting
In the shadow of the sun
Silently whistling
I:common pronoun,
used by speaker to refer
to him- or herself
Love:a strong feeling
of affection and interest
linked with attraction
You: common pronoun,
refering to the person the speaker intends
punching through my mind
slowly crushing me.
you stumble through existence
with eyes set on naught.
I wish I was someone or...
something else than this.
As the sailor turns
his eyes to the moon
the wind plays the sails
playing a lonely tune
The ocean strokes the hull;
an undulant melody
of ages that have passed
of life and love lost at sea.
Mon âme – pour toi – crie en vociférant
Mais à moi tu es brutalement froid
Écoutez maintenant de mon sérénade
Laissez-moi être ton conquérant
Pour toi, je voyagerais le monde
Me suis-je amouraché de toi ?
De tes yeux qui illuminent le soir
De tes sourires, tes cheveux longs et blondes
Si je te perds, ma vie est en pure perte
Quoi faire maintenant, je ne sais plus
Je promets une vie que tu n’as jamais su
Pourquoi sont tes émotions recouvert ?
Tu es plus belles que tu peux comprendre
Mon fareau dans cette vie est attendre
A ballad of Death
Now start a-diggin', merry men
start diggin', oh my slaves!
Dig deeper, faster, and the holes
you dig will be your graves
So hang me by the neck 'til death
comes whistling down the road
He laughs as coldness hits my world
he laughs away the cold
Now take my hand and walk with me
I'll never let you go
I really hope to guarantee
a time you will enjoy
Cold.
Desperate cries
echoing down a dark street
bathing in sun light.
The swollen eyes turning
the bony arms reaching
for people walking by
for people an eon away
for people
pretending not to hear.
Shine, shine oh sun
and pretend you don't hear.
A Worthy Truth
with your newly awakened eyes.
The way you look at me
-- it’s the most beautiful thing there is
Under bed sheets of Windsor green
holding your body tight
I feel the warmth of your cheek
-- the most beautiful I’ve ever seen
Back into dreamland’s waters you row
with a smile on your lips.
You’re looking ever so peaceful
-- it’s the most beautiful thing I know.
