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Tu ne sauras jamais à quel point je t'envie, Morphée
Car tu es le seul être qui puisse comprendre à quoi cette dormeuse pense
Quand elle s'allonge sur cette mer blanche, les yeux fermés au monde
Ce que je donnerais pas pour être en paix avec elle dans son royaume des rêves
De voir son sourire maintes fois caché pendant sa vie de veille
Sous son armure aussi impénétrable qu'invisible
Réponds-moi, O belle songeuse
Le monde est-il si cruel que tu ne peux pas me confier
Les secrets de ton cœur timoré?
Peut-être un jour, serai-je digne de tes égards
Et tu me connaitras pour de vrai
En attendant, ton sourire somnolent me suffira
Literature
Half
I learned about flowers
by splitting apart their stems
with precision and an Exacto knife;
but I learned about fractions
from the boy who kept one half of a red chrysanthemum
and gave me the other.
Literature
Osteophilic
He loved his bones.
The way they never asked too much of him
or protested his requests.
There was nothing superfluous in their design;
simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.
They were spry, robust
ready to take on the world with
sharp and fluid motions.
His bones were not brittle like she was.
Not so breakable or frail,
not so expendable.
They didn't bend under pressure
or fracture under stress.
He loved his bones -
their ivory purity eased his soul -
and he was proud of the way
they held everything together
so effortlessly.
She knew one day he'd stomp this
old flame out, long before 'death do us part.'
Cremation had never been part
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Ever After
Crumbs
from a slice
of life
left behind
to remember,
eaten up
by birds
of the past.
This way
I lost
one path,
found a thousand
white trees,
a woman asleep
pale as the moon,
surrounded
by stale tears.
In dreams
she waits;
in reality
I wonder:
can I save her
does she want
my love
still?
I have no horse
I have no reign.
Nothing to give
but a kiss
and the rotting castle
of my heart.
Long shadows
bruise the ground,
as I let fear
hold my hope.
Around us
poisonous roses
bloom inviting -
what kind of curse
is to believe
and lose,
what kind of evil
will promise
and steal.
The sad wolf
of loneliness
howls
through skin and bones,
I shiver
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Ceci est mon premier poème écrit en français depuis le lycée. J'ai été inspiré par la beauté de ce dessin par 
fav.me/d6cu5ov ainsi que par cette photo de mon amie/observatrice,
fav.me/d6dnhyu
Je ne suis pas sur si j'ai bien fait, alors je serai tellement reconaissant si vous pouvez donner vos pensées, si je peux améliorer mon travail.
Merci en avance pour vos commentaires.
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To my Anglophone watchers, the translated version can be found here:
fav.me/d6cu5ov ainsi que par cette photo de mon amie/observatrice,
fav.me/d6dnhyu
Je ne suis pas sur si j'ai bien fait, alors je serai tellement reconaissant si vous pouvez donner vos pensées, si je peux améliorer mon travail.
Merci en avance pour vos commentaires.
______________________________________________________________
To my Anglophone watchers, the translated version can be found here:
Beautiful DreamerYou will never know how I envy you, Morpheus
For you are the only being that can understand what this beautiful sleeper thinks of
As she lays on that white sea, eyes shut to the world.
What I would give to be at peace with her in her realm of dreams
To see her smile oft hidden in her waking life
Under her armour as impenetrable as it is invisible.
Answer me, O beautiful dreamer
Is the world so cruel that you cannot confide in me
The secrets of your fearful heart?
Perhaps one day, I will be worthy of your consideration
And you will know me for real
Until then, your somnolent smile will suffice.
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Took me a while to get through this, but j'adore ca. (Je parle francais....Peut-etre pas bien. 
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