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Hey, how are you doing
Babe, are you doing fine?
Seems to me you’re dying
Inside, dread genuine,
Like you’re slowly treading
To the end of the line…
Remember, no lying,
I am yours, you are mine.
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Leur soleil
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Sous la lumière rose
De l’astre coloré –
Inspirant non la prose
Mais de courts vers rimés –
Tous ces gueux, sans triomphe,
Privés de leur gaieté,
Sous les branches du romphe,
Ce haut ciel piqueté,
Pauvres spectres de peur,
Seuls, fantômes sceptiques,
Tentent de rebâtir
Leurs petits cœurs blessés,
Car nul ne veut partir
Et tout, derrière, laisser.
De changer l’existence
Privée de tout repère,
D’achever leur errance
En quête de leur père.
Dans ce maelström d’étoiles,
En secret vénéneux,
L’existence s’étiole
Par poison lumineux.
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The woman in red
Room in New York, Edward Hopper
The woman
That’s a Do. Or is it a Re? Might it be a Fa? I really don’t know. I should have taken lessons when I had the chance, perhaps I’d be able to recognize the notes I’m playing right now… Would he know, him, if I asked? Maybe. Maybe not. Music is not really his ‘thing’ after all. He never was an amateur of concerts or music in general. That’s a Si, isn’t it? Is the piano even tuned? I can’t say. Why does he have a piano, by the way? Was it here when he moved in or did he acquire it afterwards? It must have surely helped him seduce women, he was such a ladies man… I should ask him. But would he listen? I’m not sure, seeing how he is focused… God, what a bore! We’ve been here for almost half an hour already and he hasn’t once looked up from his newspaper. He doesn’t care about anything else. He hasn’t even spoken more than a word… I know he enjoys the silence, he likes to be in a calm place to read it, and I understand it. But that doesn’t stop him from something, he could at least look at me, I don’t know. I am his wife, I know that very well, which means he doesn’t really have to win my heart, but I am not an object! I’d like him to look at me, to talk to me as he did before, when I wasn’t ‘acquired’. No, I don’t miss that time but… I make efforts to be especially enjoyable to look at and not even a glance, not a single sweet word. He had promised that we would spend an enjoyable and intimate evening, and he dares to ignore me… What a boor!
I started writing this in school during a free-writing lesson, we had been assigned a painting in pairs, mine was the one you can see above, and each of us had to write the point of view of one of the two characters. So here is my take on the woman’s thoughts at that moment. Enjoy!
Grand finale
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Will it come with a bang?-
Once echoes the last clang-
Or end in a whimper?
Will it yet come at all-
Answering the bells’ call-
To hush all this whisper?
‘Tis indeed a strange thing
That the end of the world,
All around dances, whirled.
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Would you rather?
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Hey, what would you rather:
Slit open your own veins
Or just shoot out your brains?
Whichever is faster?
Whichever deals less pain?
Oh, you don’t understand,
This not a last stand,
This is not about gain…
Whatever happens friend,
Once on the other side,
None of this will abide,
You lose it all, the end.
So tell me now, stranger,
Want to die together?
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Eh, a bit gloomy, I know. But what can I say, I felt inspired…
One last ride
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The sun is setting, the sea is calm,
I can feel the warm wind on my face,
Come on, let us ride off together,
Let us ride one last time, my brother!
Things are going to be different now
And I truly hope, friend, that somehow
You are where you belong, you are home,
Riding a stallion of oil and chrome.
I’d never thought this would end so soon,
We had finally just found our tune,
So many things left to see, to live,
So much more friendship and love to give,
Oh, it has not always been easy;
Since the beginning, a rivalry,
Full of races and daredevilry,
But we looked past it, friendship blossomed,
And in the end I’ve grown accustomed.
God! Look, now I am being cheesy…
We have had our share of ups and downs,
We have had our lot of tears and frowns,
We have seen many loved ones coming,
Sadly, too many of them leaving,
Life taught us one lesson worth knowing,
Family’s the most important thing.
So you may not be there anymore
But you will always be here with me,
No matter how many pass a day,
No matter, my friend, where you may be,
Whether ’tis a quarter-mile away
Or halfway across the world, or more,
Our bond will remain strong forever
After all, we’re family, brother!
It’s been a long day without you, friend,
I’ll tell you when I see you again,
The sea is calm, the sun is rising,
Ride with me friend, a new day’s coming.
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“It’s never goodbye.”
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In bed
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I do not really know
Why you are so afraid,
Just tell me what they show,
These visions in your head…
Hey why do you not come
Back with me into bed?
Get in dear, I will hum
For you a song instead.
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In the middle siths an island
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Picture an endless blue ocean,
In the middle sits an island.
And you feel calm, you feel at peace;
You can feel it all around you
Moving, flowing around and through,
Try to understand, piece by piece,
Learn to tame it, like a wild horse,
To see its movements, read the flow,
And, making your grasp on it grow,
In so, learn the ways of the force.
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Haha, that joke though… Got it?
Welcome to the jungle
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Welcome to the jungle
You think you can survive ?
Everyday’s a struggle,
A fight to stay alive.
Nothing tries to snuggle,
Everything is a hive
Trying to eat you live
Out from every angle.
Can’t even take a dive
In water -don’t niggle!-,
For ere you can contrive
You die in a guggle.
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An army approaches,
All act analogously
Advancing angrily
As another awatches,
At arms and awaiting,
Antique animosity
Among any attending,
Absurd atrocity.
Alone alike animals,
Ancient antagony;
Ancestral acrimony
Ages ago anchors all.
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A little experiment that popped into my mind this afternoon. Enjoy!
Tales of Ore 
