...Transgender Bipolar DolphinDolphin by birth...Transgender Bipolar Dolphin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bird by right
When in her heart
Her soul takes flight
From pole to pole
She flies each day
At neither one
For long she'll stay
She hears the call
For her return
To icy depths
Where others yearn
For all the hope
Within her light
But all are blind
Before her sight
When none can see
The truth she keeps
And no one knows
This dolphin weeps
A ghost that cant sleep...My heart cant let me sleep...A ghost that cant sleep...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is feeeling so weak...
So lonely, and so hurt...
the tears roll over the face...
The night keeps counting the time...
I wish I could sleep...
Awake to think... How small I feel...
Everyone has a life... everyone has a home, everyone has a love...
everyone but this lost soul...
I feel like a ghost that got lost in time...
I feel like a picture that only writes things down...
People seem to forget that even If I dont look like Im real, I still have feelings.. I still live...
I want to stop this hurting inside... Because it burns me like a poison...
All I have is my letters... All I have is my art...
When I scream and cry no one turns around...
No one bothers to look what the fuzz is about...
I get lost between people, not being important at all...
Everyones means something, everyone but this ghost...
I wait and I give... and then I get lonely and fear....
Today I feel so invisible and so hurt, that I wish I could feel as cold as the lonely night that shin
SickVarying degrees of afflictionSick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the old ones hang out to dry
Stop by Sad Sally and smile some
It will be her final goodbye
A Walk"I want to take a walk and write something"A Walk2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thought I this night. But what to say? Nothing worthy in sight.
I feel a drive to spill ink on paper, but no words heed the Shaper.
I could write about my dad who believes if I died yesterday
I would be rotting in Hell's fiery pits today!
But I don't need his fallacious religion to know that my life has meaning.
I could talk about my friend who recently joined the army,
although it is nothing, a spit in the sea compared to the American death machine.
I could think about how I was medicated;
drugged half my life for a problem I was later told most people grow out of.
I could sing of my sister whom I love and hate so much -
love because she is my baby sister,
hate because she treats us like shit smeared over the floor.
But none of these things interest me,
now that I have returned from my walk.
WorthlessHave you ever woken up feeling worthless?Worthless2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ever realized that you cannot lose something you never had to begin with?
Ever felt the pain and emotion swimming... no not swimming.
That's too graceful of a term to describe it.
Crashing, thrashing you around in its wake... and you are left battered and broken in its tide pools.
The critters of the sea swarming around you, and wondering what you are because now you are unrecognizable as what you formerly were.
Your True ColoursI saw your true colours today,Your True Colours2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And they weren’t what I expected.
I didn’t see the red,
The rich colours of a king.
I didn’t see the blue,
The calm colours of the sea.
I didn’t see the orange,
The passionate colours of fire.
I didn’t see the white,
The simple colours of peace.
I didn’t see the silver,
The mysterious colours of night.
I didn’t see any of those things.
When I saw your true colours today,
All I saw was grey.
Stain RemovalResilient and strong,Stain Removal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the stubborn
Stain on the wall.
There's not much to do.
In a dome of fire,
The cinder and brick
But still I remain
Upon the fallen rubble,
What did I do?
I will never leave you,
This chemistry inseparable.
To amputate me
Would blister you
I am the stubborn stain
You wish me away
But still I remain,
Beneath your collapsed chest,
A friendly stain.
Beating your unconscious heart.
So what did I do?
The ghost of lettersOnce again Im right here in this place with no track of time...The ghost of letters5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once again Im writing things no one can hear or care about...
Im hiding behind my letters, Im hiding behind the night, Im finding myself alone having this thoughts of lies and lost loves...
Sometimes I do wonder, why am I so lonely?
Why am I so scare?
I could talk to someone, I could say hey..
But then I remember, hey they dont really care, they dont really hear you say hey?...
I try to tell myself that is alright to be alone, that is alright to be locked up, I try to tell myself that this feelings would go away, If only I pretend like I dont care, it might be true someday...
I find myself so away and so distant from everything, from everyone, being like a ghost that only goes out at night and walks slowy so no one can hear her...
I live my days feeling numb, feeling closed, feeling my lips seal with stones...
Im like a warrior that got tired of war...
Im like a doll that got tired of being called not goog enough...
Pensee d'un schizophreneMélasse de mots et pensées inextricables,Pensee d'un schizophrene3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Jargon incompris et musique inexprimable
Que l'esprit enfanta pour troubler le silence,
Vers maudits écoutés par la sombre démence.
Pourtant, ils paraissent être des anges rêvés
Descendus d'un empire dont les phrases ailées
D'une poétique céleste seraient capables
D'innocenter le meurtrier le plus coupable.
Ainsi donc, je perçois ces paroles divines
Dont l'apparence majestueuse m'illumine,
C'est une fumée d'or que l'on ne peut toucher,
Elle est là malgré tout, il me faut l'inhaler.
N'est-il pas dangereux de s'enivrer d'autrui?
S'accommoder d'un hôte inconnu, un ennui?
Ainsi partager les rênes de la conscience,
Enfin vivre double sans aucune échéance.
Altruisme suprême d'où la bonté émane !
Pour la charmante hospitalité de ton crâne,
Attendais-tu quelconque présent en retour?
Croyais-tu encore en l'humain, la vie, l'amour?
Quel dégoût ! Je viens pour rayer tes espérances,
Écraser l'affection, raviver ta démence,
Dupliquer tes addictions et grand
This Darling ImageDear,This Darling Image2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I've spent the past three days trying to think of what to give you while pacing back and forth across well worn paths of intricate weaves in the carpet. I had all sorts of terrible ideas, and that was frustrating till I thought about how you would, without hesitation of a question accept each one, as the worst of my apologies have always become legitimate wishes once they reach you.
Then, when the rain stopped and I pulled the curtain back to peek out of the window, I saw teardrops (yes, teardrops from the sky) on a rose. It was poetry, and you. It was poetry and like the most aptly spoken, delicate and fragile words, you are poetry. There's only one thing of any worth that I can give to you. So now I give you every word I've ever known, you deserve these words so that they tell your story and introduce the sound of you to the universe. You've given me hope, so let me give you the ability to travel endless miles of open air and stimulate the h
Unfair"Thane...."Unfair2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He lay there in his hospital room, His breath so heavy, and his eyes half-closed. He tried to talk, to say something! anything! But his throat was so dry, the words just wouldn’t come out. He reached for her hand instead, touching it gently, and he felt her tightening her grip.
He tried looking at her again. Tilting his head was so damn hard, but he did so anyway, ignoring the utter pain in his neck.
She was standing there, her head down, her hair fell on her face, covering it. But he could still see tears glistening on her cheeks. He wanted to reach for her cheeks, wipe the tears then kiss her beautiful lips, and tell her that everything is going to be alright…
… but he knew it wasn’t. His time was fading away…
He had to say one last goodbye.
“Commander, it’s time to go.”
She sighed, wanting to rip the comm. off, and scream. She wanted to scream so badly, to yell and shout and even
AU REVOIRÀ Mon Père.AU REVOIR4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Ou les pérégrinations poétiques d'un papa pas banal).
T'es-tu déjà, lecteur, essayé à l'écrit ?
D'abord tu sais la fin, je t'en fais le pari.
Que l'on tâte au roman, au conte ou au poème,
C'est la fin qui commande : alors je dis "je t'aime"
Pour ne pas terminer sur ces mots si banals
Qu'on en oublie le sens alors qu'il est vital.
Connaissiez-vous Papa ? Comment non ? C'est dommage !
Je vais devoir vous faire un cours de rattrapage.
Un beau jour de juillet, année quarante-deux,
Lorsque tous les français voyaient la vie en chleuh,
Un bambin épatant nous montra sa frimousse
Le teint rose et l'il bleu, riant, suçant son pouce.
Il était si mignon que l'on reprit espoir
Et la France attendit qu'arrive le grand soir.
Enfin le moment vient, le pays se libère,
Vous ne le saviez pas, mais c'est grâce à mon père !
Paré de tant d'atours, on jugea opportun,
De fort bien l'éduquer pour en faire un tribun.
Alors on le plaça (pour forger sa conduite)
Chez les maîtres r
Erotique du nihilisteLa fille sur la dune – la faille de la luneErotique du nihiliste2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantz, avril 2013
Irony of ReligionWe areIrony of Religion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His forgotten children
Broken angels, fallen from above
Bleeding wings but he doesn't care
He wants to torture us, until death
Our souls are begging him to love
Someone, anyone, please save us!
I am suffering a living hell
Where these zombies are everywhere
Screaming only one word... Amen.
Save me, save me from religion
This horrible nightmare, this infection
It's eating our mind and soul
It will never let anyone go!
Save our broken souls, serve us the dish
The sweet taste of death.
FETE DES (im)PERES - FATHER'S DAYSi t'avais choisi un caveau on aurait pu trinquer à l'ombre -FETE DES (im)PERES - FATHER'S DAY2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
toujours à faire ton malin
If you would have chosen a vault instead, we could have had a toast in the shade...
- you've always been such a smartass
LES SERMONS DE L'ABBE - la bagnole en villeLES SERMONS DE L'ABBE - la bagnole en ville2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Version audio ici
Haro sur le baudet ! Haro sur le baudet !
Depuis trop longtemps, mes bien chers frères, nous sommes spoliés, navrés, montrés du doigt, jetés au ban de la société, enchaînés, roués de coups, poignardés, conspués, sifflés, et j’en oublie. Je parle, bien sûr, de nous autres, automobilistes. Révolte ! Révolte, mes bien chers frères ! Ce matin, encore, à la une du Monde, le seul journal apolitique de droite en France, un méchant blogueur s’en prend à nous en listant 7 arguments. 7 arguments en faveur d’une vitesse maximum de 30km/h, étendue à toute la ville ! 7 péchés capitaux, oui ! Commis par le bloggeur (c’est une mauvaise blogue, comme on dit) Olivier Ramezon, ces 7 arguments représentent ni plus ni moins que le MAL.
Aussi vais-je les balayer d’un revers de soutane, devant vos yeux ébahis. A l’assaut !
Argument 1. Une tonne d’ac
WritingDifficult to master,Writing2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But worth it in the end.
LA VIE QUOTIDIENNE DES 7 PECHES CAPITAUXActe I, scène ILA VIE QUOTIDIENNE DES 7 PECHES CAPITAUX2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lieu : l'enfer, au sein d'une tour luxueuse, dédiée aux personnalités du lieu. On entre dans le bureau de travail des 7 péchés capitaux, juste à côté de celui "Succubus, Inc". La scène présente les 7 personnages en pleine réunion, style "brainstorming d'entreprise."
Paresse : j’ai pas la forme aujourd’hui…
Colère : la forme de quoi, grosse pute ?
Luxure : on m’appelle ?
Jalousie : si c‘est « grosse », oui…
Gourmandise : oh oui des grosses pâtisseries…
Avarice : … avec l’augmentation du sucre et du beurre, tu n’y penses pas !
Orgueil : je vais les faire moi-même, ça sera 10 fois meilleur.
Paresse : si tu veux…
Colère : mais t’as aucun orgueil, saloperie ?
Paresse : ben non…
Orgueil : elle va se calmer, la colère, là, avant que je l’écrase !
Gourmandise : une écrasée de pommes de terres… oh ui…
AcceptanceWhy can't we all accept our differences, and live happily with each other?Acceptance11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every person had a gift they used, and magic was one of these gifts, yet, most people didn't accept it and treated mages horribly.
Valena made it her purpose to show people that magic was just like any other weapon, if used to serve good, it's good. If used for evil, then it's bad. Can you blame a sword for killing an innocent? No, you blame the person who used it. Magic was more dangerous, of course, ut it had many good things that people decided to neglect.
For the past weeks, Valena had been invistigating the missing Templars. The investigation led her to the Coast, just in time to see The Templar Captain, Cullen – She recognized – throwing another Templar to the ground, and that Templar turning into an abomination.
It was horrible, the man flew in the air, loud shrieks coming from him, making everyone place their hands on their ears. More demons and shades came out of nothing, sending dark waves
How You Remind MeShe was suffering, she was in pain, the potions barely held her through. Only magic could heal and save her.How You Remind Me10 months ago in Drama More Like This
But the castle was far. There was no time. She was slowly slipping away, losing her life in his arms.
Zevran's heart broke and shattered with every passing second. His beloved's suffering was his fault. He felt weak and hopeless. He could do nothing but run, and hope he reaches Arl Eamon's estate in time.
He was a fool to think his past would not come back to haunt him and hurt the only person he cared about. It was all his fault. He shouldn't be with her. His presence is a threat, to her and everyone else. He could never escape his past, and although he tried his best to ignore that fact, he was now being reminded of it with every moment his lover was suffering in, with every agonized breath she took.
The seemingly endless road ended, and Zevran found himself running in the market district, yelling at the people to get out of his way. As he reached the estate, he rejected the h
Poeme du jour St Valentin / Valentine's daily poemElle a volé mon coeur et s'est gelé les doigts.Poeme du jour St Valentin / Valentine's daily poem2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She stole my heart and froze her fingers.
Frantz, février / february 2013.
Drunk-ku IILever à 17hDrunk-ku II1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dans mon vieux tish iron maiden
- la chambre tangue
Criminal thoughts...Today I woke and saw my window as every morning...Criminal thoughts...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The same sky was outside, the same houses, the same people...
Yet the feeling inside me was slighty different...
I have a beating heart... that sometimes wants to bleed so hard...
I have my love far away from my touch...
The sadness aproacches me and I feel depress...
I see my sky once more, with this bleeding feelings of love all around me, and I think...
How lucky I am...
Somehow I see the world being full of art, so pretty, yet so open...
I feel free even when I feel that my hearts travels millions of miles to be right were it wants...
I feel so alive...
Everything inspires me, from the tick rain, to the burning sky, because I see the world as an open door...
Chances to have fun, chances to make love. chances to hold on...
Even when I cry I can feel the art coming trought my heart...
The fear of losing the love inside my heart gets lost when I see his pretty eyes and hear his beatiful voice...
I know I love him.. I know I miss him..