To the stolen heart

Bad habits


I can’t go on the same way,
But I cannot get to stop,
I play my part for today,
Then I too easily drop !

I just can’t call this love,
But I know it’s not just sex,
Maybe I’m infatuated more
Like an old and bad reflex !

A kind of pink Narcissus
Is what I have been these years,
Though I’m not like the sissies
All clubbed up to their ears…

Could I find me a real man
If I believed I needed it ?
Do I only need a friend
To console me a little bit ?

I’ve played the fool for too long,
Now I need to get myself free
From all I’ve been doing wrong,
But could my good points redeem…

My faults hang like a tightrope
On the ceiling of my past,
And I received a bad stroke,
So I shouldn’t make this last !
So I shouldn’t make this last !

Antoine Burgos
April, the 30th

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Expectations – Daily prompt : unleash your inner Dickinson



Out of the blue, I’m not that blue anymore…
And I’m more than a pain in the mass,
My pencil doesn’t woo like a whore,
As I’m happy to admire the grass…

In my garden bloom the flowers
That have waited for winter to end
And should I wait for many hours,
I will gather roses to send !

As my body expects new love,
The whole Spring sings like a choir
That we all need to see the dove
Fly high above the barbed wire !

Antoine Burgos
April, the 30th


Daily Prompt: Unleash Your Inner Dickinson

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The work of an artist


What is the work of an artist ?
Tell me, does it mean anything ?
When nobody is listening,
When will he get some self-esteem ?

Sometimes he struggles for his life,
And when it’s the year of the knife,
He turns away and, gone in smoke,
He remembers last words he spoke…

Then he comes back to his homeland,
He begs for her to hold his hand,
Then she plays his favourite tune,
How would he guess that death in June ?

So when it seems to end too soon,
It’s time for a new man to come
To life after all the hurting
He has endured without speaking…

Too long since he has been lonesome,
So he forgets where he’s come from,
And wonders when he will return
To his own island in the sun…

What is the work of an artist,
Lost in the loops of the river,
Because he is no scientist,
When he doesn’t get an answer ?

Antoine Burgos
April, the 27th (23:37)

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Poetry challenge for April

Poetry challenge for April.

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All of a sudden

Photo by Leo Meirelles

Why always keep on tricking me like this ?
Like hell’s paved with good intentions !
Why always keep on tracking me like this ?
What will you do with your inventions ?

When will you ever set me free ? I plead
With you to stop pushing me too far,
I know well that you wanted to lead
Us to that place where I’d play my part !

I even wonder if we are apart,
But I wish this time we were through…

But I’m so afraid of my desires
That I am fleeing all day through,
I don’t want to get as cold as death,
That was the reason for these fires…

Why have I ever known Eden ?
What shall I do to return to
That paradise ? – All of a sudden,
I feel like I need to pray too ! –

Antoine Burgos
1st of April 2013
(01:54 A.M.)

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