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Truth be told, if it must, anything that he does,

Whether smart or stupid justifies easily,

All this running around… It is simply because

He cannot stand to be away, not joyfully,

It is but poor excuse to spend some time with her,

See her smile, hear her laugh, get to know each other.

If you were then to ask him what lies in his heart

His eyes would shine and his mouth, in a smile, would part,

For him then to explain that for a single chance

To spend a day with her, talking, laughing, sharing,

Anything he would give, he would be so daring,

Anything to be close, to admire her dance.

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Anything to admire her beautiful life-dance.

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A small alternate ending, because why not?

Sort of a sequel to : Hopeless romantic

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Silence is not empty

It is full of itself,

As discrete as an elf

And surely as witty;

How it can help gleaning

Many a strand of calm

But also of meaning,

Feel them pulse in your palm,

The meanings and desire,

Silence tells of a world

So big and much higher

Than the one that is pearled

In a glass quite precious,

You cannot understand

Though somehow comprehend

Through something unconscious…

Don’t think, don’t fight against,

Simply feel and let go

Only then will you know

All that’s in it condensed.

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Not quite but almost.

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I revel in the silence

Reflect on my existence,

I wonder about my stance

How I should move forward hence,

Should I have taken this chance?

Or am I not for romance?

I feel like I want to dance,

Moved by a strange, weird trance

At an unearthly cadence…

I long for more than a glance

But can’t manage to advance

In this wide, unknown expanse;

Can I change my circumstance?

Make these dreams to me bechance?

How long ’til like Bagger Vance

Fades away my sufferance?

There’s not point in resistance

If you have broken my lance…

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Not really satisfied with this one, I feel it could be… enhance(d)…

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Amber could keep my being from ever feeling lost

Both in heart and in mind but, my dear, at what cost?

Challenging the heavens, that which is called fortune,

Defying the wide world, not dancing to its tune,

Endlessly going forth and writing your own fate

Freeing body and soul from this low, earthly state,

Granting yourself power to achieve what you seek,

Hear carefully my friend for it comes not with ease,

It is a timeless quest born long before the Greek,

Jealousy of the gods bringing us to our knees,

Know life will tear you down, happiness has a price,

Lucky are those who have looked upon it but thrice;

Maybe you shall succeed on the first of your tries,

No one can say for sure, but maybe you shall fail,

Oh my friend keep your hope and listen to your cries

Perhaps you shall find strength where you see yourself frail,

Quivering in the cold; a lion lives inside,

Roaring deep in your heart, you do not have to hide,

Stand your ground, lift your chin, look ahead with a smile,

Though life is not all kind it is worth the effort,

Unknown and long the road, and hardest the first mile,

Veer off but keep your course and hide not in this fort

Which you have built around yourself for all these years,

X marks the spot; listen, the call to adventure!

You must answer at once, jump through the aperture,

Zero doubts in your heart, oh let go of your fears…

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A fun and short project, really pizzazz!

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What is this obsession

I feel rising afar

With some apprehension?

But unable to bar

From my head or my chest;

Too late, I am taken,

My world ever shaken,

I pray, hope for the best…

It is sweet and bitter

Full of dark and glitter,

I can feel its cold heat

Now spreading through my soul

And the unsteady beat

Of my heart no more whole…

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I once had a good friend

Who one day went away

Into the dark of night

As dawn was approaching,

I know not what became

Of him after that day

But sometimes I listen

In the wind, on the sea,

To the murmurs of birds,

To the whispers of fish,

For what?, I cannot say,

I listen nonetheless

For something ages past,

For something that will last

But always it falls back

Down after rising up,

The red leaf floats onwards

On invisible streams

Of glory and passion

To the ends of the world

And even though I know

I can never follow

The light in my heart burns

As my lonely soul yearns,

Sometimes comes a young bird

Whose song I recognize

And I smile for a time

Feeling luck in my veins

And I let myself bask

In such warm and sweet dreams

However in the end

I know this for a fact

The bird will fly away

And all will be quiet

Under the setting sun,

And I feel not content

Rather enthusiastic

As if as Hercules

I could now tame the world,

Oh more than that ! As if

I could go row my boat

Along the clear river

For years and years and years

Until the wise stars rust

’til diamond turns into dust

Until your presence fades

Until not time remains

I move without moving,

I fly without flying,

Until I reach myself

In this quiet garden

Until, with slow steps, it

Starts all over again.

I once had a good friend

Who one day went his way

Into the dark of night

As dawn was approaching.

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A poem without rhymes, is this real life? ._.