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Summer's GirlSummer's Girl9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am gathering flowers for my girl.
She waits beneath the cherry tree,
couched among the leaves upon the grass.
Her beauty is no small thing,
and through the shady boughs
Summer's breath turns the twist of her braid.
The sun is sweeping clear the morning,
turning over slowly into midday
before expiring into unseeing darkness.
These garnered blooms still hardy though,
despite the shortened moments of their existence,
they will colour the chestnut hair I love.
In truth, I cannot stem this smile,
this attitude of quiet pleasure;
she has distilled it like music.
I am gathering flowers for my girl.
She waits beneath the cherry tree
Pasts of a Sleeping BeautyAnd as the moonlight hit her eyes, I could see everything I wanted in life. There was no more wanting, no more searching. I had found the one thing I always thought god had sent me here for. As I touched the chilled cheek of her face I could feel the connection, that spark of life, that essence man only finds when he's born. That connection to the world, part of being, part of living. What I had in my hand I wouldn't let go, not for life, not for death, not for god.. No one. She was mine, I was hers and I couldn't live with it any other way.Pasts of a Sleeping Beauty4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I lowered my hand to hold hers, we turned together and looked on to what would be our lives. I was
ser. e pronto.ser. e pronto.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sentes a vida a passar por ti à medida que o tempo vagueia no infinito.
É um cambalear desmesurado por entre coisas nunca antes vistas e que tão depressa se tornam passado.
É um querer impossível de voltar atrás no tempo e viver tudo de novo.
É uma vontade impensável de parar o tempo e ficar Assim para sempre.
"You're only young once. So do it right."
É a doença que nos é auto imposta aquando da pressa de viver.
Sei lá.
É. E pronto.
É também aquela sensaçãode que nada vai mudar nunca e de que será sempre tudo igual.
É a impressão daquele espinho cravado nas costas que não nos deixa mexer e ver o que já se passou.
É impotência de que
Your bad dayYour bad day8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say: "I had a bad day"
And you think that you have collected a year of horrible days.
Your eyes are fireless.
You have a ruined face.
Are you ok?
In front of the mirror you can't laugh of yourself no more.
You try to write intense texts
but then you slam the papers away and the poetry is gone.
Hey you need a wind and sky holiday.
And so where is the passion when you need it the most?
You work at a believable smile
while you drink your coffee
and you always go for the same way
hoping that a miracle invests you
Like a car accident in the middle of the road.
But then you kick the leaves away and the magic is lost.
You cover y
I ask myselfI ask myself8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always ask myself
what time is it and I think that
I'm already too tired;
I always think that's too
early, or too
late
to understand
or to talk.
Time slips
on me like
smooth
cold
benzine.
I looked for love in your
eyes and
in the kind line of your
mouth but
I understood that it'll
never
be
like before
anymore.
Now I breathe only the air
that I want, and if it's not enough
I don't care;
oxygen's presence is
indifferent to me.
My body don't ask me nothing
but rest.
I finished to cry
now, if you want
talk to me but
listen to yourself while you do it.
***
Mi chiedo
sempre
che ore sono e penso che
sono già
Petit coeur de cristalJadis, mon petit cœur fait de cristal astral,Petit coeur de cristal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
naïf, craintif et banal sans être glacial,
au moindre effleurement tous mes sentiments,
tel une coupe de cristal, chantait doucement.
Ce fut après avoir ma mère pardonné
de m'avoir abandonné que ce cœur est né.
Musique trop dissonante pour tout le monde,
le cristal s'assombrit et déserta l'aronde
De mon cœur, du printemps la belle messagère ;
Un mauvais temps constant et éternel hivers,
cristal opaque de mon cœur, un grand désert.
Mon cœur Bucéphale indompté, qu'une chimère,
l'Amour, transp
little heart hiddenI speak very bad English...for the french it's after this poésie..little heart hidden7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Formerly, my small heart makes crystal astral,
naive, apprehensive and banal without being icy,
with the least touch all my feelings,
a such crystal cut, sang gently.
It was after having my mother forgiven
to have given up me that this heart were born.
Too dissonant music for everyone,
the crystal darkens and deserted the swallow
From my heart, spring the beautiful messenger;
A constant bad weather and eternal winters,
darck crystal of my heart, a large desert.
My heart untamed Bucéphale, that a dream,
the Love, slowly transpierces gold dagger,
tomb of
Lectie despre elAi incercat sa faci din univers un om,Lectie despre el7 years ago in Open More Like This
Si te-ai pierdut in matematica primei planete.
Cum crezi ca poti sa intelegi un om,
Fara sa intelegi natura?
L-ai rastigfnit ca pe-un Christos modern,
Si ai crezut ca el va sta acolo.
I-ai pus toate greselile tale-n palme,
Si-ai zis … caieste-te.
Si i-ai batut si-n cap un cui … doar ca sa te asiguri …
Dar a scapat… caci el nu ar putea muri ca sfant,
Sau sa se nasca pacatos.
El e un univers de ghicitori fara raspuns,
Este un fel de-apus la miaza-zi.
El e un triolet … asa cum, Minulescu l-a descris,
Si cum tot el a zis, ca nimeni nu poate intelege simbolul trioletului.
NO ONENO ONE7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
NO ONE
...willl ever feel this again
NO ONE
...will ever treat you like this again
NO ONE
...will ever know you this deeply
NO ONE
...will ever laugh like this again
NO ONE
...will EVER worship you AGAIN!!!
CulpabiliteI spaek very bad English...For the French, it's after the English text !Culpabilite7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Signal late I plead guilty,
of an unforgivable error.
Muzzling the Truth,
I believed, happiness
group to safeguard.
The dégingandée troop,
That the tragedy struck.
My fault, meâ culpâ,
the quarrels unchained.
My offence courrouçed,
and my heart cut up.
Their contempt is intended to me.
But crueler my heart
badgers me in a redeemer!
In French :
Top tard je plaide coupable,
d'une erreur impardonnable.
Bâillonnant la Vérité,
Je cru, la félicité
du groupe sauvegarder.
La troupe dégingandée,
Que la tragédie frappa.
Ma faute, meâ culpâ,
les q
You Don't Deserve My ChainsEvery time you kill meYou Don't Deserve My Chains7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I born again
Every time you close the door
I break the wall
And every time you say goodbye
a different word is spoken
Every time you look at me
my back is facing you
And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do
Every time you join my game
I'm not playing fair
And every time you really love me
I pretend that I don't care
Its like I'm not even there
your eyes filled with tears
my heart filled with pain
you think I hate you
I don't
My whole life
You meant
I think of you
I cry
I see you
I lie
There is a storm in my heart
It tears my inside apart
I am bleeding and I am hurt
Like
DacaSi daca m-as pierde-n tine,Daca7 years ago in Open More Like This
Si daca nu m-as mai controla,
Si daca mi-as da frau liber imaginatiei …
Udne as mai fi eu atunci?
Si daca mi-ar pasa de mine,
Si daca m-as trezi cu zambetul pe buze
Si-as merge la culcare tot asa.
Si daca as incepe sa iubesc …
Poate sa ma iubesc pe mine …
Ce as mai fie u atunci?
Si daca-n bratele tale voi fi liber,
Si daca-n inima ta voi fi singur.
Si daca in mintea ta voi fi eu,
Si pe sanii tai ar scrie numele meu …
Cum as mai fi eu atunci?
As putea sa morAs putea sa mor gandindu-ma la tine,As putea sa mor7 years ago in Open More Like This
Sau as putea sa mor visandu-te.
La fel de bine as putea sa mor in brate la tine,
Sau as putea sa mor inecat in lacurile din ochii tai.
As putea sa mor privind spre cer,
Sau as putea sa mor calcat de tramvai.
As putea sa mor electrocutat sau chiar fulgerat.
Si de pe bloc, as putea sa ma arunc,
Sau o piatra as putea sa-mi leg de picoare, si sa sar in ocean …
Dar din nefericire sunt nemuritor.
Talking to the stonesI am talking to the stones …Talking to the stones7 years ago in Open More Like This
Until now I did not know they could listen.
I was going round the horizon,
Like a last guardian of the galaxy.
And I continued talking to the stones.
Only later I found out, that the stones are not listening to me,
They only mock me.
InsomniaInsomniaInsomnia7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The whole world is sleeping
I hear my heart beating
Amidst the silence deafening
While the clock is beckoning
In my own wakeness
Seeing only shapes of darkness.
Thoughts of thousands
Creaking house sounds
Nothing stirring
Seconds turning
Wishing deeply
To be sleeping…
…And I'm alone it seems
As the whole world dreams.
06-07-06
chapitre 13Chapitre treizechapitre 137 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Labyrinthe ou parc d'attraction ?
Etrangement, à la vue de Uriko, le ninja abaisse son arme.
« Uriko-san ?! S'étonne le ninja.
_ Oui, c'est bien moi, réponds l'intéressée. Mais qui êtes-vous,
_ Tu ne reconnais pas ma voix ?
_ Non. Le devrais-je ?
_ Attends, je vais e rafraîchir la mémoire. Nous étions les meilleurs de l'Académie et pourtant…
_ TOI ?! S'écrie-t-elle. Tu as réussi à avoir tes diplômes.
_ Tu connais ce guignol ? Demandais-je.
_ Oui. C'est Ikemoto-san. Mon plus féroce rival.
_ Alors, il te faut autant de ringards pour te défendre ? Lance le ninja d'un ton supérieur.
_ Dès que tu as fini avec lui, j
chapitre 12Chapitre douzechapitre 127 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
De nouveaux pouvoirs
Après notre exploration de la salle, nous poursuivons notre chemin. Petit à petit, nous entendons une musique. Le tunnel tourne brusquement vers la droite, juste à l'entrée d'une nouvelle grotte, d'où s'échappe une agréable mélodie jouée sur un instrument à corde. Nous ne pouvons pas voir grand chose dans cette grotte, car une vielle peau de bête déguenillée est pendue en travers de l'entrée, mais nous apercevons quand même la partie inférieure d'un personnage portant des bas bleus et mauve, et des sortes de chaussons pointus de couleur bordeaux. Sous l'insistance de Avel, nous entrons.
L'homme qui
chapitre 11Chapitre onzechapitre 117 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Un commerce dans ce labyrinthe ?!
Dans le mur gauche du tunnel nous apercevons une ouverture. C'est l'entrée d'une vaste caverne à l'intérieur de laquelle la voix d'une jeune fille appelle à l'aide. En nous approchant, Avel croit distinguer, tout au fond de la caverne, une forme humaine. Nous y pénétrons pour voir ce qui ce passe. Lorsque nous nous approchons de la forme étendue, nous reconnaissons un de nos adversaires dans l'Epreuve des Champions. Il s'agit en effet de la femme elfe. Elle est en train de mener une lutte à mort contre un énorme boa constricteur qui cherche à la broyer entre ses puissants anneaux.
A pein
La photographeKimLa photographe7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soleil incandescent,
Source de chaleur.
Art fait de candeur,
Sans être indécent.
Avec ses yeux rieurs,
Narre la beauté,
Celle en liberté,
Sans tous les tabous plieurs.
Regard sur notre planète,
Regard sur l' enfer.
Ange ou Lucifer ?
Reflet de ton âme, fillette !
Son sourire enjoleur,
Cache une satire,
Ou cache le pire,
Me tire de ma torpeur!
Voici une traduction faite par :iconlunarebecca: !
Theating white-hot sun,
Source of heat.
Art made of guilelessness.
Being not indecent.
With her big cheerful,
Tells the beauty,
This one in liberty,
Without one in yielding taboos.
Look on our planet,
Look on the Hell.
A
Fragile dollOh my beloved fragile doll!Fragile doll8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can I live without your pale face and
breathless lips?
Your eyes look so cold, oh my fragile doll
Sing me a lullaby to meet you in dreams.
Your touch's like the cold of grave
Sadly lying at midnight's time.
Oh, my fragile doll, my deadly one,
Your touch breaks my heart into thousand pieces.
You'll never wake, my fragile doll
Though eyes, so cold, still stare at me.
Your lips will never get the color back
My fragile doll, and now you sleep.
Oh my fragile doll, I talk to you at night
Talk, but you can't hear the words.
Your soul has left the porcelain world
My frag
A fairy tale...Once upon a time, there was this faerie, and she lived in the woods, but she was the only faerie in the wood, the other faeries had left because there were too many people coming through.A fairy tale...7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She enjoyed the solitude but was never truly alone. She would run with the wolves, tell stories to the trees, sing with the birds, and she would dance in the rain. She would point the occasional lost traveler in the right direction. But her favorite thing to do was to fly.
There was never a time when she felt more free then when she was soaring through the clouds. No one could touch her there and she could be truly free. The only other person who lived in
A Latin Aura.7 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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End this while you canI need somthing to ease the pain,End this while you can7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Perhaps a pill or a razor sharp blade,
Cuts deep through my vains,
euthanize the pain.
I need your return to stop the rain,
that drifts me into a sea of agony,
Where i wait alone for your return,
Still holding on as my soul burn.
End this while you can,
Dont let it quietly remain,
Die alone from old age,
Rust and Decay of endless days,
left untouched.
When well earned peace of mind,
Finally settles in,
Same as allways i come to find,
This i could never win,
Sometimes you just die from within,
Its not you, its mankind.
End this while you can,
Dont let it quietly remain,
Die alone from old
LiesCountless memories left untouchedLies7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Left alone, collecting dust
Just like you left it,
Same as you'll never find,
Many words spoken,
Few things done,
Many thoughts left broken,
Few binds undone
Who am i to judge or question
The revolution has begun.
Youre everything
i ever needed,
Youre everything
i never wanted,
forever youres i vow
You said we'll never be apart,
then where are you now?
The depths of hell awaits my depart
Iv'e waited here for so long,
Now its time to take my leave,
Thinking how you did me wrong,
All the lies, how could i believe?
Many words spoken,
Few things done,
Many thoughts left broken,
Few binds
Sta.sh
