Deja Moi Comme Ca

This page is all about accessing the poems that I have written (The only poetry that is on here is my original work) without having to go trailing through all of my posts!

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- Bianca

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Death has come, choosing the unlucky some,
As they give up their last breath, no longer clutching to life,
Freedom only for a second, they tumble towards the ground,
Hitting hard against the earth, but not even making a sound,
As I step into the grey light, the cold tickles my skin,
I try as I might, to turn and go back, to the warmth within,
But I am pulled further away, drawn by the hushed chaos,
Shivers crawling up my spine, fearsome feelings of being lost,
In the distance I hear a rustle, the faint whispers of the dying,
The wind is howling, the earth sighing,
My bare feet do not flinch as they walk upon the bones of the fallen bodies,
They crush with a gut-wrenching crunch as they willingly turn to dust,
But the end in not evitable, it is something that will come as it must,
Like a raging fire, upon the ground,
So many colours burn, copper, gold,  auburn and brown,
Yes, autumn has come, taking the restless some.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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As I stared across that silent hill,
I wondered how many more they’d kill,
I couldn’t even guess how many were dead,
These great men of my country had fought and bled,
Among them I knew my father lay,
What would my mother have to say?
As I turned the lifeless bodies over,
Stripped of their weapons and their cover,
I asked myself will this ever go away?
No, this is simply a game that they like to play.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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I’ve always wanted to hear those whispers and secrets,
The sniggers and giggles,
And yet I just can’t seem to mingle,
I share my life with the “count-down box”,
Same place, all day,
I sit here and play,
Wasting my life away,
As my time crumbles,
I just can’t seem to stop hitting “stumble”,
It’s clearly a disease,
As I slowly gain weight,
And live in a state,
Old dishes piling up,
Sticky coffee cups!
I can’t sleep, or work,
What’s the point in making friends?
They’re all just jerks,
No! I yell out in despair, that stupid bugger!
How could he dare?! I hit the keyboards and whack the screen,
I can’t believe this has happened to me again,
He’s slain me for the last time!
A level 70 elite?! That should be a crime!
I can’t take any more, I’ve become such a bore!
I delete my characters, erase my account,
I clean my house, shower and shave,
But then I realise, oh no! I did not save!
As I walk slowly to the computer,
I fight back, go outside and make a vow,
That I shall make friends, this is now the very end.

By Bianca Cassandra P. (Me again )

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I saw you that day,
Yet I didn’t know what to say,
I took a deep breathe,
Shut my eyes and turned,
As you came my way,
You just skimmed right by me,
As I watched you walk briskly,
I wondered to myself, could you see?
For I noticed you stop, so very slightly,
A feeling inside, sent me spinning,
So I chased after your footsteps,
I felt like I was in a race, I was the one winning,
As you turned, I was taken aback, breathless, a rush,
For bestowed upon your finger, was the very symbol of trust,
We looked into each others eyes,
I’m sure you could tell I was about to cry,
I believed in love at first sight,
And this felt so strong, even stronger than “might”,
I simply remarked, I’m sorry you’re not the one,
And within an instant, you had nodded, and were gone.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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I sit here all on my own,
Wandering how many days it’s been since you’ve gone,
I watch the moon rise and fall,
Thinking of you, holding back, not wanting to call,
At night I try to fight the tears away,
I would never want you to see me in this way,
What you did that day, no one will ever forget,
You made your poor mother, so very upset,
Pulling the rope, and kicking the chair,
Was there no other way out of here?

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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How I wish to be a butterfly,
I say to myself with a sigh,
Able to fly away so easily,
So many different colours, prettier than a bee,
Lifting itself off the ground,
Without a buzz, not a sound,
To be carried away with the air,
Never having a worry or a care,
Even if it only lasts a day,
It must be great, to be free, to play,
From a creepy,
Of a tree,
To an insect of the skies,
Their tiny round eyes,
The delicate dust,
This is definitely a must,
Wings of weightless material,
Then their two, little aerials,
A body so fine,
I want that to be mine!
Six spindly legs,
Skinnier than pegs!
I bet they never thought they’d be able to do this,
To be caught in the winds,
That would be my only wish,
But then I ask myself with glee,
Do they ever wish to be me?

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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It’s strange to think about how different one place is from another,
Some countries you can lie down in the sun, others you must cover!
Languages and nationalities,
Monuments, so much to see!
Some countries are calm and peaceful,
Others have war and are wasteful,
Snow is rare, where I come from,
We only ever get the sun,
But just a few hours up the road,
Where it’s not by the coast,
Up high in the mountains,
You won’t be seeing flowing fountains,
There will be no sunshine,
The weather is not so kind,
On every single thing, there is no colour,
This is where the snow shall smother,
In Ireland forever it rains,
So much, you could go insane!
Winter in France…
It’s usually overcast,
But when the skies are clear,
And the sun appears,
What a sight it is to see,
This will stay the same, no matter where you’re from, every country.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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It was a thundering night,
You were quite a sight,
As the doors flew open,
And you made your way in,
You were wearing black and red,
Who knew you would leave so many dead,
You pulled out a gun,
Everyone threw up their hands, as if to a glaring sun,
But nothing we could say would change,
The happenings that had made you go insane,
You came for her, and only her,
As she curled up like a baby on the floor,
You whipped her up, and made her pay,
Who would have though it would be her final day,
Before you pulled the trigger, one last time,
You decided everyone must have done a crime,
The yells and the cries,
How could you have ruined all of those lives,
Finally you turned it on yourself,
You’d never had glory, or even wealth,
She was your life,
Suddenly a wayward wife,
Her fate was sealed,
When she started playing the field.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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Reserved
I’m keeping this place,
I’m keeping this table,
Keeping them for you,
You’ll have a spot,
Always in my heart,
No matter what you do,
Reserving this space,
Expecting your face,
To come smiling around that corner,
Sitting here on my own,
Just another late one?
It’s always what I wonder,
‘Cause you know that my heart is reserved,
Unnaturally curved,
I’ve been waiting so long,
My heart wants a new song,
But even so, still I’m here,
Waiting for you, mon cheri, my dear,
My soul scorns,
My heart burns,
I’ll continue reserving it for you,
Holding my phone,
Expecting you to come,
Every day, this is what I do,
Every day I wait,
Repeating “He’s just late”,
“No, this seat is taken, I’m sorry”,
I’m beginning to worry…
You don’t even know,
Maybe it’ll be easier just to let go
But no,
I’ll reserve this place,
I’ll wait here forever,
Although you’ll know this never.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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Shoot me in the head,
Knock me down once,
I’d never began living,
And now I’m gone,
My life never flashed,
As all of my systems crashed,
I lay there silently,
Feeling my heart pounding,
That warmth of the blood,
In my ears, from my mouth,
Rising higher and higher,
The pain came rushing,
I felt, I had hit the ground,
From being thrown out of a high-rise building,
Then all went silent, peaceful, black,
As I left, my body spasmed,
There was no place in this world,
For a manic depressant,
No! I was wrong,
Dear God, what on Earth, had I done?!

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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The river danced its merry way and sang its happy song,
A songbird soared on high, and then was shot on down,
The world turned grey, the night took over,
A child in the distance cried for his mother,
The war had began, the dust had lifted,
As the songbird slowly drifted,
Down below he hit the earth,
That was the sudden birth,
The shots rang out loudly,
And still the river swayed mildly.

By Bianca Cassandra P.
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Tick, tock,
Watching the clock,
Time passes more slowly,
I thought the one had already gone,
Now it’s tormenting me!
Wandering around,
Making mumbling sounds,
The hour hand seems to be dawdling,
If you survey,
It will delay,
So I have to stop ogling!
But why won’t the day,
Just pass away,
And bring on tomorrow,
Sorry this time,
My rhyme,
Doesn’t seem to have a moral!

By Bianca Cassandra P.
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It’s worse than eating a lemon, when I see you,
That’s how much you make me drool,
Your style’s just way too cool,
You make me laugh,
The first time I saw you,
It was hard not to gasp,
Every time since then
My heart skips a beat,
I have to calm down,
Because it’s going “trop vite”*,
I want to uncover everything you have to give,
I want to learn every single riff,
You’re the perfect model,
I always stop by just to ogle,
I dream of the day when I can hold you,
It would be just us, “the musical two”,
One day I’ll feel those perfect spiked curves,
I truly believe I am in “lurve”**…
And even if I put you down, for the seldom second,
Soon enough, you know, that you’ll be re-beckoned,
You’d suit any scene, my darling “Dean”,
Even in the snow,
You’d still light up with your gorgeous glow,
One day I’ll have you and I’ll never let you go,
You are the one I want the most!

By Bianca Cassandra P.

* Trop Vite (Pronunciation – T-RO VEET) – French for too fast… but fast doesn’t rhyme with “beat”… Therefore I put it in French… and French is a love language, so it all works!

** Lurve – I believe it’s teenage slang for the word “love”, like the word “Rawk”… apparently this means “Rock”… I reckon it’s just the misspelling of the word to make it sound more hardcore but I’m not exactly a normal teenager so I’m not 100% sure…
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Another hour,
Has been devoured,
By the greed of time,
The sun begins to cower,
And wilting are the flowers,
It is coming seven fifty-nine,
The clock sings its constant song,
Simply continues to move along,
The hands have no other option,
Suddenly I see you,
My feet are stuck, like glue,
Even against time’s efforts, there is an intermission,
The constant ticking fades,
As you meet my gaze,
The moving minutes freeze,
There is even a silence in the breeze,
My heart falters,
I close my eyes and gasp for breathe,
But when I blink, you’ve already left,
The tick-tock,
Quickly restarts,
I try to find your trail,
My world comes crashing down,
As does the hail,
I look for a dry place,
As I watch each passing face,
You’ve disappeared amongst the many, an ocean of fish,
Now I can only wish, of seeing you again one day,
Love at first sight – What more can I say?

- Bianca Cassandra P.

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The snow is falling,
Night creatures are calling,
Ice has taken over,
The grounds are covered,
Everything, pure white smothers,
The wind howls in the far distance,
A shiver curls my spine,
Voices keep going through my mind,
My eyes weep, unvoluntarily,
Why did they stop loving me,
This night, I will not be fed,
Nor will I sleep in a warm bed,
They left me on the highway,
I never had any say,
I remember the morning,
How they all came in yawning,
Saw me under the tree,
Squealed with glee,
They adored me,
Then suddenly they’d had enough,
I was forgotten, they’d lost their love,
So only put a puppy on your list,
If you know,
A dog is for life, not just for christmas.

By Bianca Cassandra P.

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