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Chronique d'une mort annoncee - Chronicle of a ..Chronique d'une mort annoncée
L'or du matin roule sur les brumes de la nuit
Chronicle of a death foretold
Morning's gold rolling onto night's mists
- SophieCT, May 2013
I.Am.Not.An.ArtistI am not an artist
I do not believe I am someone with a creative mind
someone who can make something so bland into something so magnificent
I am not that
I will never be that
I see art and the world it is in
and I see nothing
I see no beauty
just shapes and colors
I do not see the beauty someone has created
or the depth and emotion that is hidden between the lines
I don’t see how someone can see so much within so little
to be able to create a life by just a few lines
and to be able to recreate something with their minds
I wish I could be able to do this
just a little of this
but I am not an artist
I am my own person
The HourglassWatch the hands go round and round.
Ahhhh, how long have I been sitting here,
Listening to the grandfather clock?
Watching him ticking away?
Watching the polished wood yellow and rot?
And with every sound he makes
More maggots eat his wooden flesh.
Every grain that falls is an eternity!
In the firelight you can see the glass.
The dust that coats the cracking bulb,
Listening to the sand that trickles down.
Listening to the passing hours.
With every grain that filters through
Another man sleeps eternally.
The sundial stands defiant!
From my leather chair I see it!
It stands defiant in the plaza below me!
Standing in the moonlit night.
Smoker's EpiphanySlipping through a puff of smoke
exaggerated wisps slipping through my subconscious
and I am emptier than before, less than I was
something subtle and hearty
smoothened and soothing
it's almost relief
Mother's DayMother’s Day,
For all mothers out there,
A time to relax and enjoy,
Having your family so close,
And loving all the moments.
For this is your day,
Celebrate and treat yourself well,
For all have done so much for your children,
You are an angel sent by God,
To bless the children,
And show them the way.
God bless mothers,
From around the world.
DilemmaToday in class
You moved to sit beside me
And my heart missed
Your friends followed,
All sitting nearby
And I sat in silence
Afraid of being judged
The presentation started
And I tried not to look at you
But instead peeked
From the corners of my eyes
The presenters spoke
And I tried to focus
On the droning voice
But you invaded my thoughts
What we had talked about last night,
What I should say to you,
How I should instigate the conversation,
If we were to have one at all
I peek over
And you look miserable
Sick, I remember,
And feel an instant sympathy
And fear of being judged
By those around me
Keeps me silent
All Systems are Shutting DownI shut down
Kicking everyone out
I sit alone inside myself, while other pieces of me close the gates around my heart
And lock the door to my brain
I refuse to let anyone in; I pretend I’m not home
“Please leave your message after the beep…”
“Where are you?”
I don’t know.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t know.
“When are you gonna let me in?”
I don’t know.
Never open the window... Never open the window...
I see you're here.
Pay attention, don't fall. It's dark.
What? No, I don't want to light up the room. Yeah, nor open the window. It's useless.
And actually, the only light I need...
...is that one that is so distant for me.
She asked me why I was saying that.
But best of all, I knew that actually she didn't care
I saw too much faces ready to wipe away all my tears and all my fears
But best of all, I know that actually they didn't care.
Seems like destiny put me in this world to help others.
Oh, I'm tired, but I won't show you.
it has been four years, right?
Four years that I'm holding all of you on my shoul
The ChoiceSitting at the edge of the abyss
Between life and death.
I’m greeted with a disheartening choice
Solemn and quiet, I think on it.
As I sat, it is Death and all his friends
Who come upon me.
He grimly outstretched his callous hand
And persuaded me with odd tongues.
I thought of the missteps in life,
The seemingly dire loss of joy and hope.
Seeing no point to carry on, I decided
To listen to what the black spectre spoke of.
In the somber state my life had
Amounted to, I began to consider Him.
As I listened, a glint of light shone in
my eyes, fiercely blinding me.
From the clouds, a great white angel
Gently drifted down to me.
Current Frame Of MindSadness surrounds me
Questions fill the air
My actions have consequences
I didn't think it could be this bad
In love once
Only to smash it into pieces
She's back, but it's not the same
Trying to remember
What is it I want?
Now I shy away from love
Into more romance
But that does not satisfy my hungry heart
Will I wake up from this dream?
And find a woman by my side
Time will tell
But until then
I weep softly
Slowly, as I hide away
Equestrian StormEquestrian Storm
I was walking through Canterlot,
as rain beat my plot.
I just didn’t feel right,
before it came into my sight.
The princess of the night,
alone and broken.
What a pitiful sight,
out of my slump, twas awoken.
“Princess, why are you here why are you crying?”
“Because nopony loves our night, I would be better off dying!”
“No Luna no, now that you shouldn’t say!”
“And why ever not, what reason hath you that I should stay?”
“Celestia for one, your sister whom you love.”
“Right sure, the sister from whom to the moon I was shoved.”
ITS JUST A DREAM.VIOxSHADOWITS JUST A DREAM.VIOxSHADOW FANFIC
After the battle with Vaati and Ganon,the four links became one again....but by unknown reason...not much time after that, the four sword was pulled out of the shine for "cheaps reasons"...as they called to the action Link did once again....with the "reborn" of the four links, there was also the "reborn" of the evil...and a very popular evil....yes....Shadow Link returned as well...for Vio's disgust and joy...
"AHHH!" said the purple young hero in his bed...
That was the fourth nightmare Vio had that night...and all of them treat the same topic...Shadow Link....since Green pulled the f
Wild Westyou've lived a billion years,
why fill them with regret now?
lying down, waiting for the world to end.
a natural death, calm and quiet.
your face harrowed,
marrow slow, then stopped.
empty eyes staring at empty space.
you've been waiting for the black holes
to consume you. and your soul?
and the heat death?
has it made your heart cold?
but I've known you all these years
through time and space, lives away
has the time worn you too thin?
what of you remains?
no, keep your lips closed.
I can read you fine from here.
the static on every band.
a billion years riding behind you
on a broken horse
through the vast open space.
The GardenerI was squeezing grapes with my fingers,
jamming them in my mouth,
pulling them from my clothes.
There was a hunger that all my acres
could not subsist. Could not
And with the blight a thousand wasps
carried me out beyond the fences
and past the pastures
and opened my god-damn eyes.
It was bright and sunny
and early morning,
gold light like her wispy hair
and in the concrete cell
I cried out,
"I did not commit."
26 long years.
All that's left
a field of weeds.
In the hallwayI saw death hanging around
in the hallway outside of my apartment.
I was choking on cigarette smoke.
He cracked a little smile and walked off,
rattling bones echoing off the walls.
Motorcycle Ride, San Francisco, Nighthe felt the low rumble between his legs
egging him on. stars dripped from his eyes,
white-hot wet. he pursed his li6ps tight,
contorting his face. he gripped hard,
feet flicking, wrists twisting. loud,
he pushed off into the night.
the black river below him unchanging.
not a sound to the left or right,
just the low hum to keep him company.
the air cooled and light
dripped from his pores.
he turned off the lights,
letting himself bathe in the glow.
the hum raised him back,
his eyes clear on the river once more.
it had been a long night,
and he had paddled soft and slow
trying to keep warm.
he held his eyes tight and waited fo
From the Back RowI heard your soul song sung
the echoes of your voice across empty halls
and I can feel that air so deep in your lungs,
quivering in anticipation, demanding freedom.
The sweet pounding drums,
sweat pouring down your face
and those swaying hips,
prancing feet in your black wingtips.
You grab the brim of your hat,
crisp like your white suit, so clean
and you pound the ivory with your gilded
fingertips, themselves cold and steely,
like your face this morning.
Your song's always been for someone else.
But I'll keep watching, even here, from the back row.
Excavationechoing off the valley walls,
metal on metal. i'm overwhelmed
that ring of ax on gold
we were rich in this valley
til the night settled in
and, surrounded, we tried to keep warm
curled around the fire,
but the stars were so bright
we both went blind.
hungry animals lurked,
just beyond the fire's heat
until we both exhausted, fell asleep.
i felt them pulling,
first at you, then at me,
and i reached up, drew,
and emptied round after round
after round after round
until they were all nothing
nothing but dust and the ash of the flames
and my eyes cleared, but yours
milky and wide.
now the mines haul hard,
the lines never slac
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