Rain is warm
and sweetly sour,
it has charm
and great power.
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Four sentences of three words.
Short but efficient.
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Petit enfant
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Petit gamin insouciant s’est vu grandir
Dans un monde où personne ne reste enfant,
Sa vie et ses espoirs il s’est vu brandir
Au sommet de palais, beau et triomphant,
Mais le monde est-il vraiment ce qu’il paraît ?
Avec le Temps la naïveté disparaît
Et alors emporte tout, même les rires;
Lui, éternel, nous l’apprend amèrement
Si souvent à nos dépends, sans sentiment.
Tous les éléments se déchaînent et chavirent
Alors le si fragile et précieux vaisseau
S’échoue sur la plage attendant le pinceau
Du vieux magicien des rêves oubliés
Qui vient, parfois trop tard pour le grand sablier,
Les dépoussiérer…
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Credit to Amearya
Prince
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I have travelled the lands
And seen the truth of life,
Men are grasping at strands
Of hope to escape strife,
Look at you, poor creatures,
All barely surviving,
Such sad, weary features,
None is truly living.
But I, I the new Prince,
I have had a vision:
End your indecision
That you should have long since,
For it is consuming
Your hearts from the inside
And no matter the stride
You will feel it looming…
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Heroes
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When all hearts were empty, when all joy had long left,
Victim of the power of the world’s greatest theft,
In this soundless moment when night is the darkest,
Fell down from the clear sky the angels of star-dust
They knew not what they should be; believed what they must
To vanquish this dark foe, prevent this mad harvest,
But how will they gain trust from all those they protect?
For they are not human, therefore should not expect
Any joy at their sight, no matter if they fight
For the same side, this light, to end the livings’ plight.
In the end they might fall, lost to this great struggle,
Or they might rise and shine if they somehow manage
Their duty, their pride and destiny to juggle;
Fret not, not all is lost, they have one advantage,
One heroes always have: the power of pure hope
And none can deprive them of this long, long trite trope.
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Coeurserre du roy
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Je veux être pirate
De ce trésor de sang,
Ce tambour au cent strates
Qui, si fort, tout ressent,
Mais ma gorge se serre,
Mon courage s’envole,
Je ne suis que corsaire :
Pour un autre je vole.
En bon marin je vire
De bord selon les ordres,
J’admire ce navire
Laissant le loup me mordre.
Le vent souffle au delà
Des limites du monde
Les mille et un soupirs
Que transporte cette onde…
Ni chasseur, ni la proie,
Martyr des oublieux
Portant jusqu’en ce lieu
Une invisible croix.
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Parce qu’on a vu les poèmes plutôt hermétiques dernièrement, en voilà un.
Dear younger me
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Dear younger me, remember when I said
That I could do anything? When with the world I played?
Well I’m sorry, really truly sorry, I lied…
I feel like a magician whose hands are tied
Behind his back, or a featherless bird,
Like an unknown and distant creature
Lost so far away from its herd,
Like Ariel, without a voice to nurture,
And Charon or Ra, each day after the other
Having to get up and sail their ships,
And stand before some unending hardships
When my only dream is to lie in bed with no bother…
Yet, all hope is not lost
But, see, life has a cost
And as years pass and my soul grows old
I feel that my heart follows, ever less bold,
However I walk and will keep walking
When I cannot run anymore
Even if I cannot become the king
I will not let my footsteps be limited to the land of bore,
For, though perhaps weakened, the flame of my dreams is still burning
And as long as I can I will keep it so, I will keep yearning.
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A bit of free writing.
In inspiration, in tone and in the pickyness over quality.
Feels nice.
For it will be
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Don’t let yourself fall over the edge,
Don’t let yourself slip into silence,
Don’t close your eyes in front of the stars,
Don’t leave your heart broken on the ground
But if you do, it doesn’t matter,
Don’t listen to the noise, the chatter,
Pull out this cold, invisible wedge,
Get up again and find your balance,
Give time to heal to your new scars,
Keep hope live, in your chest feel it pound,
Oh friend, take your time, gather your strength,
Walk, I know you can go the whole length;
Remember, happen whatever may,
In this huge world you are not alone,
Though you may feel lost in this unknown
Home is never very far away…
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Don’t let good or bad prevent you from reaching your goals or take you down for good for, whatever you believe will happen or whatever may happen in reality, it will be as it is and you will have to deal with life.
For it will be…
Dear life
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Today I woke up early and I went to school
The weather was quite nice though the air was not warm,
I felt the world was interesting and had charm
I didn’t feel ousted nor did I feel a fool,
Despite my tiredness I’ve endured ’till the night,
I went to buy some food, listened to a nice tune,
Though despite my efforts and though try as I might
I couldn’t help but seek for a glimpse of the moon.
I look often but miss, my heart skipping a beat,
And in these instants dwell for a moment too long,
I ponder on my life from my small earthbound seat
And wonder how my mind and my heart move along…
I the end I did see a shooting star pass by,
A quick but brimming sight which eased my dull sorrow,
Ease only but the sage says “Keep hope in tomorrow!”
And upon these wise words, friend, I bid you goodbye.
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The eye
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There is this unknown eye looming in the distance,
Glowing as bright as fire there, somewhere in the dark,
And I can never say when I shall see the spark
Or where it will appear, for all my resistance
I cannot ever seem to evade its cold gaze,
It appears not evil nor any kind of good
– In its heart I saw no wicked intention blaze –
Never getting closer but never going far,
It is always around near the edge of the wood
Brightly piercing the world as if a brand new scar.
Though I know its presence, though I know its features,
I know not its purpose, I know not the reason
Why hell, the heavens, or any of their creatures,
Would watch over my soul throughout every season.
The eye has its reasons which my reason knows not
And wondering further would just result in naught…
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Angel
How do you know?
What?
When you meet an angel. How do you know? I mean… Can you know? How can you be sure?
I… I’m not sure… I couldn’t say… Perhaps, yes. Though I can’t be sure…
Why?
Why what?
Why can’t you be sure?
Because… Well, because… I… I don’t know…
But how would you, if you had to? How would you say?
Uhm… well… probably, I think, someone extraordinary. And beautiful… But not just beautiful beautiful, I mean… Beautiful in their looks of course, perhaps… But also in their kindness, beautiful in their intelligence and in their whole existence… Someone… extraordinary. Someone amazing. Someone who would take your breath away in an instant, someone who would make you go wow… But not just for an instant, someone who would make you go wow each time you saw them, each day, when you would wake up and when you would go to bed. Someone… someone so special, you would be able to see among a crowd of hundreds of people, someone whose voice you could recognize anywhere and that you would even hear in your dreams… Someone you would think about all the time, someone who would think about you too… the same way you think of them… Someone extraordinary in their ordinariness…
Really?
Yeah, really… That’s how I would describe an angel, that’s how I… I think that’s how I would know if I ever saw one. If I had to say…
Oh…
Why?
Why what?
Why do you ask?
Because… Because I think I found one. An angel I mean. I didn’t see any wings nor a halo but… It was an angel that I saw, I’m sure…
Oh really?
Yeah…
I’m not really sure.
I guess I just felt like it…
Don’t ask.
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