julien-de-broissia
Well, I was born in London in 3rd october 1996, my mother a spanish woman and my father a french man who had decided to come live here. I've had a difficult youth and to this day still have trouble making friends. I am an avid reader of fantasy and fiction books and have always liked writing some poems, I think I will post the only ones i kept recorded (there was a time where I wrote my poems on paper so I lost them). I wonder what this site might bring me and who knows, I might finally be able to make friends (I also love animals and video games, going out is fun with others =D) / / P.S. : A lot of my poems are quite dark and sometimes even morbid, the ones on lighter notes might surface once in a while.
This fiendish beast arises from hell
The tricks he plays are cunning and evil
He strikes in a second and disappears in an other
He only returns when your blood is gone
This demon is evil and cunning
This demon is strong and fast
He does somewhat creates order out of chaos
He empties the sea with his unique presence
Fear him, but do not hate him
For he is only obeying the law god cursed him with
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
His body is the sea
His soul is the air
As he sores through our dreams
And protect us from our fear
This powerful king rules over the world
This powerful king is a cruel one too
He gives life but he takes it as well
He is life, he is death, he is god
Beware I say, beware
Because when you enter his kingdom of shadows
You are no longer safe from the tyrant king
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
A little boy sits in the rain
He has no one to hold on to
Alone and desperate
He looks unto tomorrow
One day, the sun lifts
One day, the little boy isn’t alone
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
In the dark of night, flies dark words
Unbidden cruelty pops out a sullen canvas
The blank wall hears, sees and spreads
It transmits hate, love or fear
However, it feels them not
A cold truth it is, to have a skeleton
but no spine
The dead walk when he talks
Defying both law and nature
Arisen from a newly dug grave
Sullen from a horrid rave
This monstrosity of life, opens woes and wounds
This cruel beast has no other emotion then loathe
Hello, goodbye, onto an other world
The one ruled by shadows
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
The coward flees battle
The brute is eager for it
The wise loathe to fight
But fight for the ones they love
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Tendons cracking, skin unfolding
Heart beating, wings dancing
Roar resounding, fire raging
Power exceeding, beauty enhancing
True nobility is born from freedom
True knowledge is born from living
When man sees the wind
He feels the earth
When man touches fire
He understands water
But when man becomes the dragon
He wakes
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I once knew a woman from Nantucket
Whose heart was so big she couldn’t hide it
She once sat surrounded by friends that loved her
Whose words about her were non truer
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Hear their cry, hear their howl
They will hound you down till dawn
They have no foes, just preys
Unlawful to the light of day
Blood streams flow wherever they pass
The children of the night race
Their fangs gleam like the moon
Their domain extends over the world
If you hear the leaf rustle, you’re doomed
If you feel the earth tremble, so should you
You’re life is at an end
There’s no escape
The children of the night, followed by her wings
go unbidden, where they please
The children of the night are truly beautiful in it's gleam
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
Shakespeare asked:
"To be or not to be,
That is the question"
I replied:
"To be what we want to be,
That is the answer"
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Walking along the road
You hear of a mischief made abroad
Suddenly, everything changes
The return of vengeance and lingering grudges
You ask
"what I heard of, is a fearful thing"
I answer
"what you hear of, happens once in a life's ring"
Still you fear, you cower, you run
You flee, you hide, to be shun
Poor fellow, was he, to believe in bad lucks
Poor fellow, was he, to jump in with the ducks
At every corner, lied a shadow for him
In the end, he lined in with them
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC