frangrech - Hello Poetry

You told me you loved me but like a rose you admired me, plucked me and left me to wither without love.

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Jan 19, 2016

Jan 19, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC

You told me you loved me but like a rose you admired me, plucked me and left me to wither without love.

I am not Paris, I am humanity begging to be restored. I am not Paris, the terrorist, the mockery. I am the part of it that asks why. I am not the destroyer the killer, the monster with a gun. I am the disappointed , the little voice of conscience, That tells you to look in all corners of the world and breathe reality. Because if you too weep You are not Paris, You are the many, The past, the present, the future That beg for humanity to be restored.

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC

Fusillades des Paris

I am not Paris, I am humanity begging to be restored. I am not Paris, the terrorist, the mockery. I am the part of it that asks why. I am not the destroyer the killer, the monster with a gun. I am the disappointed , the little voice of conscience, That tells you to look in all corners of the world and breathe reality. Because if you too weep You are not Paris, You are the many, The past, the present, the future That beg for humanity to be restored.

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Things that make me truly happy are Unplanned walks alone

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Aug 20, 2015

Aug 20, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC

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Things that make me truly happy are Unplanned walks alone

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My eyes closed I was carried to the world of desires where once in this same place we laughed and talked and drank wine. The warm wind hugged me and held back the suppressed tears that begged to be let loose. And for that one moment everything was perfect and I couldn't remember; why was I sad when I came here? And then I heard footsteps and they returned me back to the world of reality. Where they maybe yours, coming for the solace of that night like me ? But they were not yours, no. And I remembered why my heart was full of pain when I came here. And it dawned on me why every time I go out of the house, almost automatically I come to this same place, taking the same route. Because for a moment I long to have that one, perfect evening. But I realise as I think it, it’s only one, there will never be another. And that’s why I keep on chasing this route, the route of desire to mask the searing pain of reality.

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC

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My eyes closed I was carried to the world of desires where once in this same place we laughed and talked and drank wine. The warm wind hugged me and held back the suppressed tears that begged to be let loose. And for that one moment everything was perfect and I couldn't remember; why was I sad when I came here? And then I heard footsteps and they returned me back to the world of reality. Where they maybe yours, coming for the solace of that night like me ? But they were not yours, no. And I remembered why my heart was full of pain when I came here. And it dawned on me why every time I go out of the house, almost automatically I come to this same place, taking the same route. Because for a moment I long to have that one, perfect evening. But I realise as I think it, it’s only one, there will never be another. And that’s why I keep on chasing this route, the route of desire to mask the searing pain of reality.

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So I saw your ex And she got prettier And suddenly I felt jealous And I don't know why 'Cause she's your ex And I should have gotten over you. ; I think. And now I go back to those old nights Pretending you're cuddling me Which is silly, 'Cause you're not that kind of guy. And "I miss you" Seems even stronger now. And I don't know why But I fear her even more now Even though you're not that kind of guy To only fall for looks. But you're still a man. And I'm still your insignificant, ugly 'friend'

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC

Casual confession

So I saw your ex And she got prettier And suddenly I felt jealous And I don't know why 'Cause she's your ex And I should have gotten over you. ; I think. And now I go back to those old nights Pretending you're cuddling me Which is silly, 'Cause you're not that kind of guy. And "I miss you" Seems even stronger now. And I don't know why But I fear her even more now Even though you're not that kind of guy To only fall for looks. But you're still a man. And I'm still your insignificant, ugly 'friend'

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Sometimes when the house is quiet and everyone's asleep I lie on the cold floor And hold myself because no one holds me now. My big hair sprawled out like a mane Illusion of fierce. Sometimes I look ahead but then I look back and fall back.

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC

Concise I

Sometimes when the house is quiet and everyone's asleep I lie on the cold floor And hold myself because no one holds me now. My big hair sprawled out like a mane Illusion of fierce. Sometimes I look ahead but then I look back and fall back.

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