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Under the dancing autumn leavesI've been waiting,
sitting on a lonely bench
for a flickering light,
for a sliver of hope.
I've been convincing myself
that my patience would be worth
even the slightest freshness,
a ray of sweetness.
I've been wondering
why I kept waiting
for such a long time,
for just a tiny morsel.
But I've been enjoying
what I've got
a caress of wind,
a glimmer of rain.
And I'm satisfied,
filled to the brim with what little I got,
I can stand again,
searching for a path in the not-so-lonely night.
Of dreams and sweet goodbyesI remember our goodbyes,
now that I know that I'll really go,
a journey of many long miles,
before which I had to let you go.
You didn't hold me back,
instead, you told me to go,
you gave a little push on my back,
"follow your dreams, I let you go."
Later you told me you'll wait
no matter how many years it'd take.
You told me you'll wait
till you'll become part of the dream I make.
You said dreams hold no interest
if they are just shelter from reality
and you let me go not for a rest
but in an intent to build my reality.
You let me know
that if I ever let you go,
forgetting you on my way,
you'll look for me and stand in my
The closed doorI knocked on the door,
one, two, three times
and then a hundred times more.
It never clicked
nor anybody answered
my call asking for an entrance.
The door stayed cold
filtering any light coming from the inside,
It isn't the door's fault
that I was gone,
that you didn't answer
because there were other doors
invisible ones inside of us
which didn't budge
no matter what the call,
no matter what the dispair
they never opened.
That's why I couldn't wait no more,
that's why you didn't answer
and that's why we took separate ways.
The power of wordsIt is fascinating
how such little words,
how such meaningless sounds
could break your mind.
It is disturbing
to see people utter them,
loudly and without thinking,
not even regretting the harm they bring.
It is suffocating
when those words have to but can't be held,
or when those thoughts can't be expressed,
frustration building up inside.
It is heartwrenching
how a few words,
can break a fragile heart.
It is as surprising
as how a few sweet words,
pronounced with love,
can make forget and even heal wounds.
Sweet judgmentsWhen you walk out there, people always look,
gauge you and comment on you.
You can say that they are judging you,
even when hiding they staring eyes behind a book.
Is that enough of a reason to make your heart falter ?
to hide your face behind some mask
or to be afraid to stay and ask ?
instead picking up your pace to try and run away faster.
People always judge, that's what you call instinct.
Judging your comportments,
your appearance and doing assessments,
because if we didn't we would be extinct.
If you are not able to judge,
how would you decipher the truth from the lies ?
when to trust and when to fly ?
measuring the dis
La liberteJ'ai pris quelques affaires,
fais quelques pas dans la nature,
me suis assise sur l'herbe fraîche
avant de basculer et de m'allonger.
Le ciel était tout bleu au dessus de moi
quelques nuages blanc voguant ici et là,
dansant et naviguant librement
dans la mer infinie qu'est le ciel bleu.
Leur sourire a soulevé mon âme
l'a remplie de leur nonchalance,
de la simplicité de leur légèreté,
accompagné du doux parfum de la liberté.
Moment bref de rêve,
à jamais éphémère,
puisque jamais durable
car aussitôt que je me relève
le monde m'engloutit en
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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