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The brighter the emotion
The greater the pain,
The darker the intention
The greater the gain,
On the faith of a million
They built foundation,
In this flowing vermilion
Of live temptation.
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À toi.
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J’ai toutes les merveilles du monde à mes pieds
Et sa magnificence s’étend sous mes yeux,
En cette froide nuit je me permet d’épier
L’univers qui m’entoure et tous ses oublieux.
Vagabondant les rues sous le vent froid du soir
A la mélodie d’une exaltante chanson
Je me laisse noyer dans ces couleurs et sons,
Pourtant en ce tableau rien ne semble me seoir,
Vivant et enchanteur, dont on peut célébrer
L’incroyable beauté; rien ne me fait vibrer.
Non pas que j’en sois las ou même qu’il m’écœure
Mais, plutôt que de l’admirer, je pense à toi,
– Éclipsant toute étoile qui là-haut chatoie –
Car c’est ta silhouette qui a pris mon cœur.
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Agony
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There is this boy I like
Back home, in the country,
He is somewhat alike
A strong ancient oak tree:
So calm and collected
Yet fiery with passion,
His hair strangely ashen,
His smile long perfected.
I have sadly not seen
The object of my thoughts
For years but I have been
Since for him having hots.
I paint him in my sleep,
Sometimes his absence weep,
Has he wished my return
For as long, does he yearn?
Doubt is starting to grow
In my heart, somber throe,
But I cannot back out
Now it is far to late,
As I near the old gate
I must remain devout.
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Scribere
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Écrire c’est souffler la vie
À une créature étrange
Magnifique et pure, tel un ange,
Et puis la contempler ravi.
Créateur, forgeur des éthers,
Dieu parmi hommes et mortels,
Qui, de son orgueil délétère,
Tous les esprits martèle.
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Tick tock
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Can you hear the hands of the clock
As they move round and round – tick tock – ?
You can run, you can hide and mock,
But never outrun the hours’ flock.
When on the door fate’s hands knock
None can quite live through the shock,
Among strange white groves we walk
Searching the key to our lock.
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Vous connaissez la chanson…
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Emmenez moi au pays des merveilles,
Emmenez moi tout au bout de la terre,
Emmenez moi là où tout émerveille,
Emmenez moi tout là haut dans l’éther,
Emmenez moi la où la mer est vieille,
Emmenez moi là-bas où l’on espère,
Emmenez moi par là où l’amour veille,
Emmenez moi là où l’homme se perd.
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Emmenez moi là… où tous nos ancêtres, de géants guerriers celtes, après de grandes batailles se sont imposés en maîtres !
Concept #2 – Ghost in a shell
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Context: horror story with ghost or specter, the main character goes to investigate strange happenings
The MC [Main character] (a journalist? a writer? a ghost hunter? psychic?) goes to an isolated mansion (or any kind of dark, scary place) to investigate strange happenings and rumors of supernatural events occurring there. Also, fishy story about death of the old owner? First owner died mysteriously, is said to be haunting the house? And last owner died strangely too.
MC’s search progresses normally at first but quickly begins to get weirder and weirder as they venture deeper into the mansion and dig into the back story of the ‘specter’ haunting the place. MC doesn’t believe it at first but slowly starts to understand things aren’t normal and begins to consider the possibility of something unexplainable.
Specter/Ghost starts to chase MC all over, scare them and trying to kill them to exact revenge. MC manages to survive while uncovering the dark secret and realizes that the ghost was trying to communicate with them since the beginning but cannot really control its connection to the physical world.
MC finally understands that the ghost is a prisoner from a curse and somehow, over the course of the story (however long that is) begins to realize they have feelings for the specter/ghost (yeah, they fall in love somehow…).
MC does all they can to free the ghost without dying and at the same time tries to get it to decide not to kill them but understands that isn’t really its goal. The specter is bent on killing MC at first but somehow begins to see that MC can help it and that there is something more to the situation (love is in the air?). The character/way of being of the MC is the reason the ghost/specter starts falling in love too and, despite being very closed off at first, as the story progresses the ghost/specter begins opening up a little bit.
Also, MC isn’t really ‘good’ and that’s why the specter starts falling in love with them? Their feelings/love is not bound by normal rules.
Problem: the ghost/specter is cursed and can’t resist the urge to devour living souls (the soul of MC for example) but MC tries to help to deal with that somehow.
Do they end up together in the end? If yes, how? Is MC good or evil?
(MC is obsessed with ghost/specter, passionately in love?)
I’m not entirely convinced with that one.
I feel that writing this and offering it to you is not really worthy of the exercise, of me. I feel compelled to flesh out the story first, to give it more depth and value.
But that is the point of the game: giving you unfinished and incomplete ideas so that maybe you will want to give them life.
Anyways, hope you are interested!
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Docteur
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Gardien de notre corps,
Humain contre la mort,
Bataillant avec ferveur
La vie et ses douleurs.
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Ice Ice Baby
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Light runs down on her cold skin
As she stands atop the hill,
The first of this age-old kin,
She brings to watchers a thrill
That exceeds comprehension,
Her delicate complexion
In the barren lands up north
Brings the greatest courage forth.
By the hand that gave her life
– With his inner love in tune –
Through the sharp edge of the knife
Shines the sun, dances the moon.
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TLMS anyone?
En attendant l’aurore
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À lueur du matin,
Alors que fond la nuit,
S’actionnent les pantins
De mon profond ennui,
Ces ombres éphémères
Qui me guettent et qui rôdent,
Menaçantes chimères
Qui, mon sommeil, taraudent.
Ne laisserez vous point
Ma vieille âme éprouver,
La condamnez vous donc
À cet étroit recoin ?
À ne jamais trouver
Bonheur parmi quiconque ?
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