A little word.

Sometime you get hurt,
And it make you cry...
But the pain is not painful...
It's hurt... and yet...

You want more.

'Cause the pain,
Feel good.
The heart beat faster... and faster.
The tears fall down.
So mysterious...
Then... you realise.
You're okay. Just good.
Then... you cry more.
And... you... smile.
No fear... No nothing.
But something.
A little word.
A little word.
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# Posté le lundi 11 août 2008 10:08

Fire & Ice

Fire & Ice


So Cold...My Little Snow.
Falling...
Can't hold on to anything.
Don't know how...
Still Falling...
Try To Catch My Little Snow.
Before It Melt Away...
Tears.
My Little Snow. Don't Have Hands To Reach.
My Little Snow. Don't Have A Voice To Tell.
My Little Snow. Is Afraid.
Falling... Falling...
Sleep My Little Snow.
Take Some Rest.
So Tomorrow You Can Fall Again...
And Again...
So Cold.

This blog end here for now. I'm going back to my pen and paper.
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# Posté le samedi 02 février 2008 12:11

Play

Play
Do you believe in fairy tale?
Beautiful wings... so white... so pure... Comme un mirage que l'on perçoit à l'oeil. But when you try to reach it... touch it... they fade away. They disappear. Comme un nuage qui se disperse doucement.
The wings need the wind pour se faire bercer tout comme les pensées se promènent de leurs propres grés en toute liberté. Le vent peut parfois être si glacial et pourtant si chaleureux. Tel une berceuse, il en est le berceau et chantonne à nos oreilles des mélodies de toute sortes... avec des sourires ou des larmes. Début de la bataille.
The wings need the earth pour se donner une poussée et s'élancer tout comme la voie de la parole a besoin d'un ancrage pour garder une certaine réalité et parvenir à dire la vérité du vent. Le vent et la terre s'entremêlent souvent au point de ne plus différencier la différence des deux. Commencement du combat.
The wings need the fire pour trouver la force et l'énergie de suivre ce que l'instinct lui murmure, ce que le vent lui souffle et ce que la terre lui dire. Croisement des armes.
The wings need the water pour survivre et laisser le c½ur battre. La douceur de l'eau danse avec le vent, nourrit la terre et caresse le feu. Mais le vent peut disperser les flots. La terre peut camoufler les vagues. Le feu peut effrayer les mers. Et l'eau peu s'évaporer et disparaître.
In the end... is the wings are Black for the darkness... White for the purity... Gray for some hope... Red for the pain... Or... do they just fade away... ?
So tell me. Do you believe in fairy tale?
I want to. But I can't find de way.
Is this real? Can you tell? It takes me some time to write it. So is it a lie?
You can't tell. It's so easy to play with the words, the mind, the heart. What's real? What's not? The line between the sun and the moon is so small. The line between everything is so fragile.
Like a crystal.
Sleep.

Eklypse
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# Posté le lundi 21 janvier 2008 12:07

True of False

True of False
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.

Eklypse

p.s.: not my text, but my pic.
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# Posté le vendredi 18 janvier 2008 08:31

RIP

RIP
Killing yourself...
For me, it's a selfish act to do
Or a really courageous one.

In each case... it's hurt.
For them. For you. For me.
For everyone you left behind.

I won't tell you to rest in peace.

Eklypse.

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# Posté le mercredi 09 janvier 2008 22:56

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