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moemoe
27 Searching the meaning of life is as hard as lifting a mountain. And living a life without regret is even harder. But putting a verb to the word "friendship" is much harder.
I Don't know if you and me are meant to be Mais ceci étant dit Je fais tourner les pages de mon livre Celui qui traite de ma vie J'y lis des mots dont les lettres dansent pour te décrire Dans cette relation J'espère y trouver la passion Et faire vivre tes sensations Avec douceur et compassion Soleil levant Au senteurs du printemps Fleur que tu es Je ne pourrais te résister
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
Le livre de la vie
Des plus profonds des océans Et du haut du ciel Plus forts et plus ardents mes désirs sont Tu me fais face avec ton sourire tout beau tout miel Je me perds alors dans mes émotions Intrigué, je t'observe comme un bel oiseau battant des ailes Dans tes yeux brillent mille lueurs de satisfaction Dans les miens dansent mille et un rayons de de lumière Chaleur et douceur Nul besoin de croire en son destin Nul besoin de lire Hugo ou Voltaire pour te dire que tu es belle Nul besoin d'attendre pour prendre part à ce doux festin
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Festin
Trying to sleep, Working till i get tired In my bed i retire But my head playing solo Spamming me with thoughts going slowmo Making my body slave of my mind Feeling miserable, confined But i'm a fighter Even if i'm blind I can see brighter In my imagination i feel ya near me No doubt you can hear me In the broken mirror the reflection of myself Deep in my eyes you can see yourself Let dreamland turn wonderland Your image shining Like a lighthouse, guiding my steps towards sleep, deep Finally, i'll get there even with air to breathe I'll try to find some peace
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
No fear Shakespeare
When you have nothing left to win, try not to lose everything...
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Untitled
Life, that train on which we embark by accident Family, that tissue on which we wipe our tears School, that pain which makes us stronger Friends, that diversity which enriches us Religion, that pill which lets us cross the borders of reason and logic Adventure, that fascinating quest whispered to me by a girl i like Work, that fight which we must win Money, that double-edged knife which can cut us Love, that drug which we can't get enough Children, these stars which we hope will shine forever Death, that last train station where we don't want to get off Grave, That dark and cold room
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Cycle of life?
There was a boy who lost his way He wondered if he'd leave or stay So he decided to sit and think He raised up his head to the tired sky With his curious eyes, he stared at the shining stars And with an innocent face, he smiled to the lonely moon Dancing in the cold night, the trees seemed so happy far away from men The little boy stood up and walked his way, responding the call of the wild, free, naive forest Alone with his dreams and fears, he called his mommy out of darkness A soft wind broke the silence of the night Murmuring its sweet and lovely songs The boy amazed turned around himself and open his arms like a blue happy bird He heard something cracking He turned his eyes and saw a white wolf looking at him as if he was the last of its kind The wolf screamed in pain   When the boy realised that the beast was looking for its mother too, hot tears flowed down his cheeks He headed toward the wolf The white beast growled loudly The kid smiled and cuddeled it, chasing its pain away   The two lost their paths but they finally found themselves   Like two parts of the same soul...
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
The boy who lost his way
Knock knock knock the daily alarm rang rang rang wake up and look at your life maybe it'd feel like you are facing up to a broken mirror, wandering in an endless desert of sharp despair and pointed distress Maybe you, they and i should see into our hearts and travel throughout our souls maybe we should climb the stairs of love maybe we should destroy the walls of hate, bringing bridges together as if it was an invisible string between the poor and the rich, between the young and the old, between the sky and the ground, between the stars and all the orphans' cries How many times would we fall down before we stand up? how many times would we sleep with no regets? and how many times would we wake up with a smile in our faces?
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
How many times?
What if i wake up today and see words alive, fighting each other like brother enemies   would LOVE win over HATRED? or would PEACE suffer from WAR?
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
What if the words were alive
I met an old man one day he gave me a book, an old book I looked at him with a curious eye he smiled to me and disappeared like a tired smoke With trembling fingers i turned the pages some angry dust released itself into the air, like a result of traveling throughout the places and over the ages that night when i read it, glued to my chair i thought i lost my mind in an ocean of words...
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
An old book
Dear mirror, We stand up in front of you You stay there, like an old tree, calm Dear mirror, we show you our secrets Our good and bad secrets But you are still like an old man,attentive Dear mirror, you see us cry and smile But you are still tough like a stone   We give you a look, and you give it back Dear mirror, we hit you and you hit us back So are you good or bad? Or are you showing us our true nature? Dear mirror, our emotions are naked in front of you Far from you we wear so many faces But we see you as you are and you see us as we are Dear mirror...
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Dear mirror