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ArnauldJarvis
ArnauldJarvis
I believe in sharing innovating ideas with others so as to please, as to inspire. By sharing these poems like the others I want to make clear of my aim.
As I observe my memories behind me I see fate gave me no hints As to where shall I find meaning at all Purpose was beheld deep inside me A sensation pulsing zest above them all But pain paints life with inexorable ink And when my tears are mixed with blood Melting and pouring into my chest I finally find my heart Then purpose buds and breathes And I know what I ought to do After the final everlasting blink
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Etude XI
There was somewhen love Only to adjust with evil Turning life into something hard and round Trying to escape the bowl Only to taste a glimpse around Before you just fall apart and down
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:57 AM UTC
Etude X
A knife swims in the eery air bursting down smearing the few fawn crooked'em crotales springing drops of meltdown sun God hollows and shadow balloting follows
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Etude IX
oh oh muse... oh oh muse... will your vacation here last forever? holding hands hence and kiss so many call you at their side time to bring all of your juice tonight inspiration and windfall your vanity take me to an cosmos free of promulgation oh muse... give a touch to my trembling hatch I feel like dust and the pages... oh muse ... scratched and peeling... no odour at all no colour at all only the light that makes them spicy if you're there step by step come stand by me I need you oh muse... petrified my skin,  statue my corpse I see only blue a window of vanity
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Etude VIII
A canorous music perforates my opaque, It is  gods, talking... Rain's drops are their pillars of the temple. Echo of gossip... Quivering chromaticism smearing me, With osculates and solidarity, Eventually... Kissing a cross 'round my knuckle, I start... I solicit solitude... Away from this deluge of unknown. This echo of bursting sparks, dreams... Will I altogether, be accompanied By my only one ally? We anon, god(?) I hope(!), will rally loneliness, Imbibing a cup of chocolate And zest and dally. This sweet's like gold. But... One for all, all for one... Ostracizing my faith... Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination. The cross fell. Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!... Gods still howling But I am still walking The echo melts through. Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion... Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! The rain of dead, the rain of shadows. With a liquor of ink... and... tears Melting my ego, my flesh Sunk in my sole soul I yield and fall Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Of lies, Lies, Yes.... Of lies! Lulled by loop and fetching, I cannot resume, I kneel more and bow, Tie my cross again 'round my knuckle Till I dust to golden grain. And hover Fetching equanimity... No eyes will ever again bloom hope. I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything. This is my alibi desuetude 'Cause I'm thirsty for luxury. Stopped ended lines, squeezing and hugging ink. I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Etude V
A canorous music perforates my opaque, It is  gods, talking... Rain's drops are their pillars of the temple. Echo of gossip... Quivering chromaticism smearing me, With osculates and solidarity, Eventually... Kissing a cross 'round my knuckle, I start... I solicit solitude... Away from this deluge of unknown. This echo of bursting sparks, dreams... Will I altogether, be accompanied By my only one ally? We anon, god(?) I hope(!), will rally loneliness, Imbibing a cup of chocolate And zest and dally. This sweet's like gold. But... One for all, all for one... Ostracizing my faith... Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination. The cross fell. Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!... Gods still howling But I am still walking The echo melts through. Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion... Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! The rain of dead, the rain of shadows. With a liquor of ink... and... tears Melting my ego, my flesh Sunk in my sole soul I yield and fall Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Of lies, Lies, Yes.... Of lies! Lulled by loop and fetching, I cannot resume, I kneel more and bow, Tie my cross again 'round my knuckle Till I dust to golden grain. And hover Fetching equanimity... No eyes will ever again bloom hope. I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything. This is my alibi desuetude 'Cause I'm thirsty for luxury. Stopped ended lines, squeezing and hugging ink. I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye.
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-I've got bored of words. -You tergiversate... Small world.What this bouquet of flowers is doing in the intermediate?It's a date? -Ah... such prolixity... More champagne? -What's the point? -My aim? Mmm... to try to oscullate you. -... What?... Such profane elixir do you desire? -It'll be more than tasty.It's alleged... -But, don't you distinguish the mayhem's reflection below? -Your solicitude.. Ah!... What a nice champagne.Hmm... Cake? By the other way or not there's nothing at the ceiling. -You've perused my protocol... A small slice, please. -A kiss a skirmish.Palatable as this recipe... Well... apart from an armageddon... -Stop pushing on boy. -I already vanquished the inception, you know... -Catastrophe is your trophy, but I disavow your apocalypse. -I was expecting something more digestible.How's the alcohol? -Standstill... -Hm!... As everything surrounding us. -Ahhh... No... They just don't move.. don't have gravity... -Funny waiter... Hovering waiter.Did you emend your canon? -Champagne and desserts will not litigate your anticipation.You know.How strange is... -The room? No... Is normal for it to circle upside down. -A hug? -In this desert? With all those people? -They are frozen, and... before I veto, quivering in a hurt heart. -Blown sand... popped champagne... Oh, I didn't notice the light fixture's embroidery. -The sun's in the bottom.Look up... Its obumbration is into the typhoon. -Standstill, nothing's synchronized... -Is your tranquility dissipated? gone?... -No.If isn't yours. -I just still want that hug. -Hmmm... I forgot you're a cold person... -And you a hot girl... Irony... -You'll melt... -I'm apt to it... Then an aurora flash And splashing glass Accompanied by springing sparks Shattered bass walls Begetting noctilucent dark and dusk A hurricane, breathing the sun Just dust to dust
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Etude VII
-I've got bored of words. -You tergiversate... Small world.What this bouquet of flowers is doing in the intermediate?It's a date? -Ah... such prolixity... More champagne? -What's the point? -My aim? Mmm... to try to oscullate you. -... What?... Such profane elixir do you desire? -It'll be more than tasty.It's alleged... -But, don't you distinguish the mayhem's reflection below? -Your solicitude.. Ah!... What a nice champagne.Hmm... Cake? By the other way or not there's nothing at the ceiling. -You've perused my protocol... A small slice, please. -A kiss a skirmish.Palatable as this recipe... Well... apart from an armageddon... -Stop pushing on boy. -I already vanquished the inception, you know... -Catastrophe is your trophy, but I disavow your apocalypse. -I was expecting something more digestible.How's the alcohol? -Standstill... -Hm!... As everything surrounding us. -Ahhh... No... They just don't move.. don't have gravity... -Funny waiter... Hovering waiter.Did you emend your canon? -Champagne and desserts will not litigate your anticipation.You know.How strange is... -The room? No... Is normal for it to circle upside down. -A hug? -In this desert? With all those people? -They are frozen, and... before I veto, quivering in a hurt heart. -Blown sand... popped champagne... Oh, I didn't notice the light fixture's embroidery. -The sun's in the bottom.Look up... Its obumbration is into the typhoon. -Standstill, nothing's synchronized... -Is your tranquility dissipated? gone?... -No.If isn't yours. -I just still want that hug. -Hmmm... I forgot you're a cold person... -And you a hot girl... Irony... -You'll melt... -I'm apt to it... Then an aurora flash And splashing glass Accompanied by springing sparks Shattered bass walls Begetting noctilucent dark and dusk A hurricane, breathing the sun Just dust to dust
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A canorous music perforates my opaque Quivering chromaticism smears me With osculance and solidarity I solicit solitude And altogether, I'll be accompanied By my only one ally We, anon, will rally loneliness Imbibing a cup of chocolate With zest and dally Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie! Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! With a liquor of ink... and... tears Penetrated any level of my flesh and sunk into my sole soul Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Lulled by loop and fetching, Fetching equanimity I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything This is my alibi desuetude I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye!
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Etude V
Life seems to be a divergent efflorescence of orchids Orchestrated and resembling a defiant symphony's iridescent who Ignites incognito a mood, a mood which perscrutates for a delinquent doom
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
Deluxe Annexation I
During I was cogitating I felt something silently booms A spark bubbles it is, vellicating my desire. I let down my hands collapse but, constantly merry scared was I again by a sparks' silent booming in front of me. Purple, violet, pink and colour mandarin. Glimmer, maddling, melting. A sparks' shy bubbling coy blink Blue, turquoise and diaphanous white. «Stop this transcendental dance, you'll subluxate yourselves», mentioned I. Soon an exhilarated game overtook the chamber. «Your tingling tickles me», said I and they scattered thorough in the air. «You should run fast», uttered I, «for I'm going to pursue you» and bit a rose betwixt my teeth whilst rejoining them, dancing tango with extempore fashion.But having been besides them, they vanished letting me hit with my shoulder the window, looking down my blunder, grimaced contemptuously by their blundish. «That's the matter: you are immaterial» murmured I whilst removing and throwing the rose behind me without looking back. Thus, looking down, letting a sigh flew in the air, I laid my hit shoulder to the window and turned left my down-bent neck, letting my hair cover my face. The sun it was, bathing the chamber, cheated by the black clouds.Its departure's time is coming closer but, early tonight.«How deluxe» murmured I schematizing a grimace of a half smile.The sun didn't see it, for only my unshaved chin was obvious to him. «Hmmm, the dawn is inexorably amaranthine for those accomplished the impossible» I sighed turning away my indifferent sight. I was heading immodesty to my comfortable armchair.But the sparks' bubbling, squeezing my three-days unshaven cheecks, plopped me to the sofa, dancing like a ballerina.Dazed by the intensity, I fell in a prone position on the sofa with my legs bending to my back, my eyes covered by my hair and my coat's tail covering the rest of my upper body. Soon, yellow, green and grey, I fell ill. «Yyoouuu vvanquishedd me luxuriously» I murmured and closed my eyes. Having them opened I observed the rose on the floor, being bathed by sun's last beams. I tried to catch it but, it was farther I optimized. I looked at the sparks, who were dancing more vividly and playful. I blew my hair,blinked and looked them again, with my eyes begging artificially whilst they passed it to me, continuing their dance. «Oh, benevolent you are», I murmured having a contemptuous half smile.I blinked.Then my coat were fixed and my hair parted by them. A rose, I was deliberating. «I have to be arose» sighed I a blow against my hair, slightly. A rose red as blood and gold of fade. I couldn't get up.The mesmerizing fragrance couldn't be interpreted. Then, I resume my deliberation, with my body fixed, facing the ceiling, bringing my fingers' distal phalanges together at my lips whilst the spark's bubbles were trying to lull me. And I closed my eyes. A spark bubbles, tickling the incessant intensity. Intensity forever stultified. We are neither savages, nor can become salvages nor slaved. But we belong amongst, amidst sparkles shadowy. Touched like vellicated babies by a bird's song. «You are ossifying the world, please stop». «Others melt by feasts, why don't you call them beasts?». Who then luxuriates the corpus? Who embellish peace? Lotus by whom are distributed? It's a piece of blast threshing what can last. That neither yield nor bend. What trending is throwing hope inside a spring's bottom. Becoming immediately a dried hollow which billows. Billows spitting dust and gold. The dawn is inexorably unforgettable for those accomplished the impossible. Constantly, purple red and pink, glimmer, maddles, melt. Neither calamity blooms. Nor clarity booms. Are we then, not all abiding.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Etude VI
During I was cogitating I felt something silently booms A spark bubbles it is, vellicating my desire. I let down my hands collapse but, constantly merry scared was I again by a sparks' silent booming in front of me. Purple, violet, pink and colour mandarin. Glimmer, maddling, melting. A sparks' shy bubbling coy blink Blue, turquoise and diaphanous white. «Stop this transcendental dance, you'll subluxate yourselves», mentioned I. Soon an exhilarated game overtook the chamber. «Your tingling tickles me», said I and they scattered thorough in the air. «You should run fast», uttered I, «for I'm going to pursue you» and bit a rose betwixt my teeth whilst rejoining them, dancing tango with extempore fashion.But having been besides them, they vanished letting me hit with my shoulder the window, looking down my blunder, grimaced contemptuously by their blundish. «That's the matter: you are immaterial» murmured I whilst removing and throwing the rose behind me without looking back. Thus, looking down, letting a sigh flew in the air, I laid my hit shoulder to the window and turned left my down-bent neck, letting my hair cover my face. The sun it was, bathing the chamber, cheated by the black clouds.Its departure's time is coming closer but, early tonight.«How deluxe» murmured I schematizing a grimace of a half smile.The sun didn't see it, for only my unshaved chin was obvious to him. «Hmmm, the dawn is inexorably amaranthine for those accomplished the impossible» I sighed turning away my indifferent sight. I was heading immodesty to my comfortable armchair.But the sparks' bubbling, squeezing my three-days unshaven cheecks, plopped me to the sofa, dancing like a ballerina.Dazed by the intensity, I fell in a prone position on the sofa with my legs bending to my back, my eyes covered by my hair and my coat's tail covering the rest of my upper body. Soon, yellow, green and grey, I fell ill. «Yyoouuu vvanquishedd me luxuriously» I murmured and closed my eyes. Having them opened I observed the rose on the floor, being bathed by sun's last beams. I tried to catch it but, it was farther I optimized. I looked at the sparks, who were dancing more vividly and playful. I blew my hair,blinked and looked them again, with my eyes begging artificially whilst they passed it to me, continuing their dance. «Oh, benevolent you are», I murmured having a contemptuous half smile.I blinked.Then my coat were fixed and my hair parted by them. A rose, I was deliberating. «I have to be arose» sighed I a blow against my hair, slightly. A rose red as blood and gold of fade. I couldn't get up.The mesmerizing fragrance couldn't be interpreted. Then, I resume my deliberation, with my body fixed, facing the ceiling, bringing my fingers' distal phalanges together at my lips whilst the spark's bubbles were trying to lull me. And I closed my eyes. A spark bubbles, tickling the incessant intensity. Intensity forever stultified. We are neither savages, nor can become salvages nor slaved. But we belong amongst, amidst sparkles shadowy. Touched like vellicated babies by a bird's song. «You are ossifying the world, please stop». «Others melt by feasts, why don't you call them beasts?». Who then luxuriates the corpus? Who embellish peace? Lotus by whom are distributed? It's a piece of blast threshing what can last. That neither yield nor bend. What trending is throwing hope inside a spring's bottom. Becoming immediately a dried hollow which billows. Billows spitting dust and gold. The dawn is inexorably unforgettable for those accomplished the impossible. Constantly, purple red and pink, glimmer, maddles, melt. Neither calamity blooms. Nor clarity booms. Are we then, not all abiding.
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Let's have some coffee, shall not we? Are you hungry? No, why? You have a playful deluge to propagate, do not you? Your eyes blaze vividly like sky And? The whole street's quivering by luxurious lights The clouds strive to squeeze amongst each other What's recrudescing? Get up! thunders doodle  the sands I got bored of coffee With such clouds amidst the sun'll be discombobulated Are my eyes still blazing? Oh, stop chuckling It's not me! listen! the wind blubbers and woes don't you wonder why,? A blizzard's ambulating? Observe those odd bolts! Want to race? You think you'll be rejuvenated? By the inception sunshine, wasn't we to bloom blows? How bizarre now! you forgot the cup of yours I'll imbibe love without you! will you please, catch me? If I don't want to scratch me! Your kiss mangles me delicately Look.. I believe I cannot inhale The billows of zest, touchy how you are! The sea becomes boring to behold It's whether we play or hunt Dull, warm lasting not night Hold my hand What? we'll in such transcendence, dance? Increasingly Let's demonstrate our demons You are drunk bliss Some coffee? It's a pulchritudinous oblivion! no You utilise love as toy I just connect the tiles
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Etude I