what I want

right now, you breathe again
the words of my free time, —
you know what I want… —
you know like I know nobody’s
so funny like me in your mind
gifted to electrify your fantasies
or to surprise your imagination, —
somehow, you’re addicted to me,
I’m an indispensable mad feeling
in your memories, in your deeds,
I’m deeply in you, not a name, —
not a number but hours of stories
never negated but only accessed…

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

bad woman

what do you do if you’re designed
as if you are words and feelings
that can’t be spoken, or
a color adopted out of blues, or
the opposite of a bad woman or 
unschooled to understand a lie…

what do you do if you’re completely
different from what you are considered…

what to do as long as you’ve been
designed to be better than best or
smarter than smartest or to be
much beautifier than beautiful or
sophisticated, passionate and gentle,
courageous and full of creativeness or
to dare to be happier than yesterday…

what to do when each beam of the sun it is
playful in your hair and the color of the sky
shines in your eyes, and you’re perfumed
by flowers, while sounds of the universe
bring to the light your smile, hope, and love…

what to do when you left yourself to be seen
but nobody wants to see you as you are… —
………………………………………….the sky cried
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Craig Chaquico

bad for you baby

in which of your positions 
I’m a disaster or a miracle, 
which of my hemisphere 
grows your pulse 
making you react as if I’m 
 so bad that only your lungs 
are able to remind you 
how much they love 
to breathe my atmosphere 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ 
Cass XQ ♪

just relax

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contemplating with my sight on your sight saluting
your thoughts lost at a sea containing my thoughts
interested in yours for reconstructing an analogy
between how I act and you react to my feelings, at
 an absent hour when we chose to just relax a while
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Baby Beef


pleasant emotions
flood spontaneously
like a dandelion in the spring
hungered lips on soft lips,
so good… — so-so, again
as much real as the unreal
composing a mood painted,
sung, dreamt, and spoken
in the contagious language of gods
and the spirit of goddesses
flourishing inside of you
an afternoon experiment;
and another, and another, and
I, clearly have chosen to be
a flashback, — you, addict
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Fujiya & Miyagi

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