put it in on me


polina bright

At every end of the year is set the same game.
The year asks if I feel guilty for anything, or
if he should feel guilty of something. Then, he
is suggesting me to keep only the good memories,
the rest, he says, please put it in on me, somehow,
he continued, I know that you learned a few things,
or least, some suspicions have been confirmed.
At a moment, I surprised him changing a few words
with the new year, which, even if appeared disguised
in a tiny white rabbit, I recognized him by its manner
of gazing at me. He was receiving some advice.
The old year said to the new one, — love her madly,
or she will be…  ta meilleure ennemie, Happiness
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


Matt Maeson │ Lauren Ruth Ward │ Samantha Gongol ft. Juliette Armanet

black sheep


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theme, — ONE OF A KIND 🎨 Lucia Heffernan

you said something, I said something;
questions to responses are whispered;
moments are not hidden but searched;
certainly was something I shouldn’t do;
the consequences are in cupid’s realm;
a timid game to know me to know you;
in the spectacular parade of both of us
who was wolf and black sheep at once
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Yasmin Gray │ Boy Epic │ Gin Wigmore

don’t stop…


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Say to the stars how shiny are.
Say to the wind how gentle is.
Say to the dreams in a velvety air
to KᵉᵉᵖOKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ, so to don’t stop
no matter what sins get to you…
Hang on! I’ll keep on loving you
softly, purely, cheery, immaculate,
rousing the attractiveness
to the graceful cote of the miracle
of what you are and who you are,
indifferently how rarely or often
my name will be on your lips…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Eve St. Jones │ Jon Batiste

special K


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I’m gonna be home for the holidays.
The sweet figurines of chocolate with
colorful taste, the candies, and cakes
moistened gallantly will aromatize
the house with traditional specialties
created in my agnostically language
to bring the balance in contrast with
sacred liqueurs of gods which have
the aim to cherish this treasured day
as each moment to be manifested
in the fluid harmony of music with
funny steps gently pirouetted in front
of smiles and tender gestures adapted
in the special K manner of the event.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Eric Clapton

rollin with he flow │ say, can you hear

kingston │ illusion

tender love │ wild love

medicine woman │ special K

│ Kurt Vile │ Men I Trust │ Faye Webster │ Olive B │
│ Meshell Ndegeocello │ Ashley Monroe │ Robert Finley │ Placebo │

candlelight


Take out from my hair and from wherever 
the guiltiness sentiments of yours towards me. 
I know that candlelight becomes itself the sun 
for enlightening the darkest hours, and then, 
to bring the shine of my love to you, and 
the feelings with all images out of the past, 
with fairy tales and laughter and where 
any obsession was meant to heal any wound 
created by incertitude, or blame, or crush 
and sleepless nights or an imaginary kiss.
Take out from my hair and from wherever 
the guiltiness sentiments of yours towards me. 
Don’t you remember when I told you that 
the mystery of the night can be whenever…
in the middle of the day or at any hour¿? 
So let’s devouring and to spend our love… 
let’s be lovers tonight, ha, what you say?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Jack Savoretti │ Lo Moon │ Hunnah │ Thomas Reid, Monty Datta
Vök │ Rea Garvey

sexual vibe


The Embrace II by Fabian Perez
you, like a dreamcatcher, at the right hour,
have inserted, like in a math equation, —
infinite choices at different frequencies;
some has been brought from the past
in shades of a beige 70, then, you summed
with the actual moment next to a pigment
with hue sexual… vibe identical…
and the result obtained was multiplied
and divided into the radical expression
of the irrational square root (you & me)
at the perfect square function (me & you)
•••••••••••••
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Domenique Dumont │ Stephen Puth

castle


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with few royal whispers, you lured me
in the impressive castle of your brain,
to have a place where to lose my mind,
to be addicted to the venom of your lips
as when I will wake up to have no time
to ask about, but just to feel the magic
and the game of your sinner soul in me,
which, skilled, the sun kissed it a lot
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Bernard Allison │ Veronica Fusaro │ Naked Elephant

again


again the time hasn’t any more patience
and consigns my thoughts to look for you;
again a lot of letters jumped out of images
and solitary phrases with immaculate words
majestic sculpted to create touches, thrills
and playful feelings able to remember me
about the aim of our rendezvous incarnated
in a place hidden between lines of a song,
of a shadow or a gentle light from a photo
or colors, tints, and shapes of a painting
with tout de suite of characters exposed
in the spotlight of some subtle alliances
gifted with a voice only to meet you again
 ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Jaguar Sun

insistent onomatopoeia…


Sometimes, when I feel invisible or isolated
by those people who I don’t even know ’em,
I tuck myself into good feelings, then I make
from my present a gorgeous party, expressed
in percentages of vibrations capable to shake
any answer without question and vice-versa.
It might sound pretty bookish, but justifies
the reason for which I feel powerful & loved,
admired, smart and intuitive, and also, envied
by persons who love using their complacency
accusing that false tiredness. Hereby, I chose
to get transfigured in a beauty fiction or poetry,
in a song or insistent onomatopoeia as others
to can feel the incantations of a wildish soul.

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎

trrrrr acia, trrrrr ha ha
trrrrr voom bam, trrrrr ha ha
shalalala… ya

pleonasm


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Imagination is just like the facts.
It’s just as much as is the reality.
It’s like an intense unknowing love.
It’s as deep, perhaps even more
focused than a shared but not
materialized love. A love, which
regardless of its form, it doesn’t
waste any glimpse in gestures,
expectations, or in words that can’t
always be express it, but constantly
appears on this very day… D13.
It’s the truest truth____ and yes,
it’s a pleonasm, à la ᶜᵒᶜᵒ 🥂😉
more or less____ bad as hell
©un p’tit je ne sais quoi

 Friday Pilots Club

merry Christmas, baby


the earth rotates in the rhythm of the music 
for an authentic mood of the dreamer you are 
lost and delighted, breathing my love and will 
to cut up the shield where I am with your lust; 

emotions felt sets the joy no matter whenever 
in a tenderly blue with a merry Christmas, baby 
for love of December is adorned by your thrill 
wrapped in a little bit of everything traditional 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 

Sheffield ♪

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