“É”
I'll be thinking about you
You whose years aligned with mine
So perfectly we could dance with time
If we wanted to
It scares me a bit to think
We were shooting stars barely missing each other
In the vast distances of space
And just like that we crossed paths
In different paces
In the most mundane of places.
I'll be thinking about you
Like I think about butterflies wandering in graveyards
Like the one star I used to take for granted in the skies
But now is the first thing I see
I've loved as a woman with guilt
As a girl blinded by temptation
Yet there's still something different to yearn as a girl with passion
To remember youth and the things which made it innocent
Listening to you talk whilst your miles away
Imagining your warmth when you said you would stay.
I'll be thinking about you
And the mysteries of the night skies
I just want you to know I do
Naked right before the void's scary eyes
I'll take it when it stabs
Even if I know better
Because I just can't help but dive deep into the dark
In the hopes of a little bit of spark
I know it's to good to be true
But I hope you think about me too.
- chantal
(image not mine)
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“cherries”
One sunny afternoon
On the pavements walked a little boy
Wind blowing on his hair
Wild curiosity in the air
He's never been in this neighborhood before
But his feet couldn't stop walking some more
When suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks
Eyes looking through fence cracks
Where bushes of cherries populated gardens
Red and plump and arden
So much red his mouth starts to water
Oh how sweet they would taste on his tongue after
It was almost like a dream
That his pants couldn't help but scream
The gates were wide open to his surprise
So he trespassed and spoiled his eyes
He picked on the cherries
A few bursting on his fingers
Sticky and wet like crushed berries
He bit his lip and ate one
Then two then four
His mind running wild on the score
Then ran away when he was done
He kept on walking
More low fences on the side
More cherries more temptation
More sweetness more intoxication
He took way too much than he needed
From unguarded fences
No one to tell him no
No one to tell him he's reckless
His mouth dripped red
With his sugar stained hands
He could still taste the sweetness
Lingering in the wetness
Eventually he ran out of cherries
And he strolled to find other unlocked doors
Desperation in his veins
For he wanted more of the inebriating daze
Then came one house with tall brick walls
No low fences
No open gates
Perhaps there's cherries in there
Maybe even more than he can estimate
But he couldn't quite tell
So he jumped high and climbed
Intrigued by obscurity
Urged by compulsivity
The wall was taller than he expected
Sweat broke through his forehead
And he thought it must be a deadend
Once he reached the top
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped
For it was nothing he could've imagined
A garden teeming with cherries
Here and there
Rarely touched, rarely seen
As if no one even tried to dare
And whomever was the last
Was the reason the wall was cast
He could already imagine what they taste
And he wasn't going to let this go to waste
He let himself fall
And landed on the soil
Taking in the view
Breathing in the dew
This is something new
And for the first time it kicked in
He was witnessing beauty not everyone had luxury to
Butterflies and flowers
Bushes and clovers
This was all his until the owner comes over
It didn't take him long to pick
Snatching a big handful of cherries from their branches
Shoving them into his hungry mouth
He indulged and indulged to his greed
He almost forgot he wasn't supposed to be there and heed
No one caught him, no one saw
The only witnesses were the bees and their was honey raw
Even the shy butterflies fell in love with him in awe
The last person there left it a mess
So many flies, so many pests
They had to rebuild the garden with no rest
And maybe this boy would finally be different from the rest
It was heaven for a while
It almost drove him mad
How could something be so good?
The previous gardens all of a sudden never could
But nothing lasts forever
Not even thrill
The excitement in his eyes died off
He no longer got his fill
After he took and took somehow the cherries still didn't suffice
He got what he wanted but at what price?
He was still hungry even though he was full
Nothing in that garden was enough anymore
Not the honey, not the leaves
The bees begged him to stay when he decided to leave
Pulling his feet back when he climbed the wall again
However, there was nothing they can do to stop him then
And so the boy was back on his stride
In search for something not even he knew what
Whilst the bees and butterflies missed him
Behind those brick high walls
Waiting for him to return
Even though deep inside they knew he wouldn’t
He left it a mess
Just like the person before him
They were wrong when they thought it would finally be him
And now they have to start from scratch again
Pick up the fallen branches
Grow back empty patches
Why do they always take?
And abandon when there’s nothing left?
Perhaps the walls aren’t high enough
Maybe the pricks should be more deadly
This way everyone would keep out their games
And stop taking cherries from my garden already.
- chantal
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When you find your eyes
Which once stared deeply into mine
The way telescopes gazed into the night skies
Wandering to someone that is not me
I hope you don't let me see
Don't tell me
Make me keep believing the lie
That your heart is no one else's but mine
Ignorance is bliss
And bliss is your empty kiss
I don't want to know
You think about her when we're alone
I don't want a heads-up
When the fire between our touch is gone
I don't want to hear
Her name coming out of you when you're here
I just want you to myself
Until there's no more butterflies left
So don't tell me
When you find your eyes drift away from mine
Make me keep believing the lie
Until we have run out of time.
- chantal
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“sketch pad”
You're a sketch pad
Blank and intimidating
My eyes anxious to even stare
At the cover page
But my impulse takes me places
For there was something about your steepness
Which made me want to climb
Close enough to skim through your pages
The first one which greets me is black and white paint
Over a white background
Stark contrasts and sharp edges
Calculated lines and unexplored shapes
Despite the unfamiliarities I flip to the next pages
Sketchpad in my grasp
Attempting to comprehend the theme
Pages and pages of black and white
But there I saw a splatter of color
In the middle of the canvas
I flip through some more and the splatter grew
Spreading through the pages
Leaking through the edges
Until the black and white is drowned out
By blue and pink and orange and yellow
Low contrasts and soft edges
Swirly lines and familiar shapes
Paint dripped on my fingers as I held you
Warmth spread through my chest
I haven’t even reached the end of the pages
I don’t want to reach the end of the pages
I’ve seen it all before
The colors return to black and white
It ends with everything being the last sight
Once more you’ll be just a sketchpad
And I, too anxious to even stare.
- chantal
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