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I can feel it in my head,

Silently creeping, this lightness,

It is taking over the usual brightness,

As it unwinds, thread by thread,

All the paths I have ever tread;

I can feel it in my chest, this tightness,

As I indulge in required politeness

And forget all I have ever read

And all I may have ever said,

Not even feeling the uselessness…

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Mistakes create experience,

experience creates memories

and memories make mistakes.

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A pair of eyes in the morning

Open and contemplate the world,

In them you can see deep yearning

And pain, as all the sails are furled:

For this vessel no adventure

Despite the great call of the Wild,

Oh per the contract’s indenture

They shall ever remain so mild.

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Quite incomplete.

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C’est ma sorcière de minuit

Qu’a cassé la pendule…

J’ai pas rêvé, y’a un bruit

Au fond d’mon vestibule !

Et me voilà réveillé,

Dans mon petit oreiller,

Ah ! Si j’étais Superman…

Oui, si j’étais Superman…!

J’arrêterais tout ce cirque

Et je lui volerais dans les plumes !

L’archer banderais son arc

Forcé de choisir lequel allume !

Mais je ne suis pas Superman

Et, seul ce que j’ai su permane,

Le reste s’évapore dans la nuit étoilée

Tandis que, la tête sur mon petit oreiller,

Les yeux ouverts, à présent réveillé,

Je contemple le silence de mon vestibule,

Ai-je donc rêvé ? Ou bien y a-t-il eu un bruit ?

Je crois entendre le tic tac de ma pendule…

Pourtant en mon esprit encore endormi

S’envole au loin la sorcière de minuit

Sans laisser aucune trace derrière elle, hormis…

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Une petite expérience rigolote avec des souvenirs, des sentiments et des mots plus qu’un réel travail de poésie.

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I find that waiting is the most difficult thing to do in life

Especially when you are expecting something to happen,

It can feel like ember burning under your skin or a sharp knife

That would plunge into your flesh, or hunger : you feel you senses sharpen

Like never before, you see the world fly by, yet time passes slowly,

Slower than a moment, like a second stretched to a century,

And yet in this earthly miracle there is nothing holy

For it is like being alive and knowing who they bury

But not being able to move a muscle or utter a shout

For fear that you would turn yourself into a thousand broken shards

And thus shatter the fragile equilibrium of the world about,

It is like playing a solitary and endless game of cards

With a deck full of aces of dark spade and bloody queens of heart

And you are the dealer so you know all the draws and their grey colour,

See how the world gets you ever closer, and yet you are apart,

See how your soul takes you so far away, and yet there is dolor,

Thus are the mighty tides of time against which your ship is battling

Older than the world itself and yet as ageless as the sea,

Feel it in your core, feel it in your chest, the lively drum rattling,

Count every beat, every raindrop, until there is no more to see.

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And when the entire mountain is chiseled away,

the first second of eternity will have passed.

Not as I expected/intended at first and slightly late but here for you to enjoy! ;)

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One drop for the hero, two drops for the villain

Three for the old mentor and four for the maiden,

Five drops for the sidekick and six for the pupil,

Seven for the watcher and eight for great evil,

Nine for the innocent and ten for the lover,

Eleven for the hope, twelve for the prophecy,

Thirteen for the henchmen, fourteen for the savior,

Fifteen for the secret and leave the last for me…

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Drop by drop an ocean falls.

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Tonight there are no words,

No song, no little birds,

Only the wind, the sky

And the stars up so high.

There is no deep meaning,

No secret to be found,

No lore to be gleaning,

Only this quiet sound,

Alone, omnipresent

Into the world around,

A silence quite pleasant

Despite not all profound.

What I mean is listen,

Look around and just feel,

Let your lone eyes glisten

And your heart slowly peel

Away all those layers

Revealing your true self

To these other players

Instead of keeping closed

Or tucked high on a shelf

And live on what’s supposed…

I know it’s no science,

I know you may be shy,

All I say is “Please try

For once to experience…”

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Pour mieux nager, il faut savoir perdre pied…

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Out of the dark poison rises

The bright phoenix born once anew,

Away are thrown all those guises

For all this time only they knew,

When second turns into minute,

Day into month and century

Yet this infinite memory

Happens in moment so minute

One can never begin counting

Before the instant is over

Nor can ever finish hunting

The end in the farthest never,

Now here they lie into the dark,

Breathless and devoid of a spark,

Hearts forever skipping a beat,

Stuck in this lone, endless repeat.

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Ha, classic(al).

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I have a word upon my tongue

I have a world for which I long,

A million letters together strung

To make a tale powerful and strong

A tale of life and adventure,

A tale of deep friendship and love,

Oh one that would many hearts capture,

And one that would fit me like a glove,

But despite my greatest effort,

In a struggle against myself,

I am unable to leave this fort

Built out of all my lost time itself,

If only I could sing this song

Aloud without hesitation

Or, yet, simply murmur it along

Without giving in to temptation

Of stepping back in the shadow,

Of painting life out of silence,

Perhaps I could share this small, warm glow

And somehow grow out of the balance…

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Not my favorite in what I wrote lately, but it still somehow speaks to me in a way…

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A giant of dark stone

Not of silver nor gold

Stood over the city

Guarding its ancient gate

Casting a hopeful light

For ages it had shone

A smile ever so bold

Confident and wity

Which nobody could hate

Despite their strongest might

It kept the great balance

Between raw bloody war

And ever rare sweet peace

Between heaven and earth

Symbol of improving

For those who stole a glance

In the dark far from shore

An olden masterpiece

Back from the city’s birth

And now it was moving…

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from sea to sea

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I’m late, I’m late,

So incredibly late!

I must hurry on fast,

I’ll never be on time!

I hear each minute past

And all the hours chime!

I’m late, I’m late,

So late for this new date!

These legs must keep moving

I cannot wait or stop,

I cannot stop running

Until I reach the top

Or my top will come off,

Oh yes, go on and scoff!

It shows you have not seen

Or ever met the queen!

I’m late, I’m late,

I should have been there at eight!

How can I, with weather so misty,

Ever be on time for the tea party?!

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Did you ever hare the story?