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It seems he's still holding up sir
His head is sitting on the shelf
His ******* body dropped down
He's still looking arround
Starring at our things angrily
Only alive
Out of sheer will

Eyes wide opens
Like they shouldn't
Following me
Like they couldn't
Hanging at the edge of the pit
He's taunting me
He's showing off

'Tried everything, sir
'Don't understand
His face's dried up as you can see
He's yet still talking back to me
Spitting on us, biting back
Frowning at us
Staying back

I'll just put him in a bucket
I'll teach him to disobey law
Let's see how he holds on
When his dear world is put away
It's only fair for death to reap the things I love
It's not to love
The things I hate
Some day you'll be distracted for the last time
Nicolas Fargette Dec 2019
They say people are scared
And so you are
They say many are outraged
And so you come to be
They got you swinging on a leash
Watching them grinding their teeth
Your eyes ready for the leap
Their pendulum set

Waves in the air, you switch sides
You get colours with sounds, your head slides
They show there's  nothing out of here
Tell us that the end is near
We believe in the things we see

Remember what you saw in streams
Nothing really
Ever seemed to burst at the seams
The world you want everywhere
And out of reach
High in the common dream

They said people were scared
And so you are
They said people were outraged
And still red you see
They got us pulling on the leash
They got us showing our teeth
We change the world when we know
How it came to be
Immersion in VR is making sure you really don't see anything
Nicolas Fargette Nov 2019
I'm sorry if it's getting dark
It's the wind that pushed us that way
Just have a short walk through the park
We'll do our best to get away
Some people like watching the clouds
And remember their shape before
They lifted appart from the crowds

And in the crowds today they said
That they'll soon figure something out
They know what they're seeing, they said
It's not the end it's just a drought
Some people like watching the crowds
Giving strange names to everything
And telling us the shape of clouds
Nicolas Fargette Nov 2019
I can feel the cold breeze on my arms
I can see all the odd ways the world behaves
I can't be wrong, the bird has left his nest
And today I can be

The way back was pretty long, I guess
And the road was lonesome at its best
Some came along, I can feel them here and there
And I should know
Where they went

Perhaps they went where all of them belong
A small house with windows in the sun
Some toys around, and laughter on the grass
A black hole where they smile and forget

Close your eyes, or did I just close mine
I can't get this picture off my mind
It's funny how, I can see through your eyes
Yet I can't hear you

All I hear is what's sung by the wind
I don't care if all the trees stand still
I hear beyond, that water we swim in
I don't believe the sun

I don't believe in things I can't touch
I don't reach for things my eyes can't meet
I don't know why, I just hear it a lot
It's written in
For good now

Oh it's good to be myself again
I'm in awe of what I could do now
The music's on, now everything makes sense
Just like it oughts to
Which way is back ?
Nicolas Fargette Oct 2019
I wish there was something again
I wish there would be something new
I wish it wouldn't stay that way
But I don't remember if I care

I think I know where I'm going
But I'm not sure I remember
There's no reason to stay away
There's nothing to stay away from

And here I go rambling again
I seem to think that it would help
I don't know what I do again
Was anyone else living there ?

I'm so afraid of those who talk
Because I feel like I cannot
My words aren't the ones I thought
Their world isn't the one I'm in

And maybe we all kept writing
Just so we could talk to ourselves
While wild memories **** us off
The one who's left would maybe learn

And maybe he will not look back
He'll let us die just like we did
I could say that I am sorry
But I'm not sure I believe it

There's no reason to be sorry
Nothing in there I would preserve
Wouldn't show anyone on earth
Why would I show that to myself

Why did I show that to myself
What in the hell was I thinking
There's a thousand of other way
Yet there's the one I can think of

Is there at all logic in there ?
Am I the one bound to try this ?
I've been doing it everyday
Twenty more minutes gone away

Well maybe I won't sleep tonight
I feel I really don't want to
Me tomorrow won't remember
And all day long he'll have to learn

Maybe he'll find sleep in his night
Maybe he'll find the clue I missed
Or maybe he will delete this
He'll try to find out a new way

What is poetry anyway
Some people like to write novels
Because it's like a trip abroad
poetry's just stepping outside

Maybe it's better improvised
Maybe you can't chose what you do
Or did I chose so long ago
Twenty more minutes gone away

I'm just listening to some guy
Talking over the internet
About some pretty mystery
He makes such pretty videos

This is the third time I watch it
I have no idea what he said
I just wish there was something new
Twenty more minutes gone away

People read whatever they want
I'm only writing this for you
I can't pretend that I make sense
But that's something you always knew

Twenty more minutes gone away
I wish I'd have found something new
I've been looking everywhere now
You'll try again 'cause I know you

In two hours I have to walk
With people who know I can't sleep
And most of them are pretty nice
but there's nothing that they can do

Twenty more minute gone away
I haven't found anything new
The me I am today is tired
I am waiting for tomorrow's

I really should stop this thing now
Throw this down to the internet
To folks I know nothing about
I'm sure this is a good idea
By this point you should have fallen asleep
Nicolas Fargette Oct 2019
In the ether, touch,
In the colours, scent,
In the shadows, light

And the unmoved thinks
As the landscape, sinks
An older world flies

The alentours scream
So many outlines
Under the covers, resonate

Another cloud fell
And so many days
Under its cover, resonate
A song that never stopped ending
Nicolas Fargette Aug 2019
Little dancing wick burning inside your yellow square
Pressing your light on the screen you've never been so bare
Throwing colours on my wall's the matter of the day
All other things forget themselves, silently you play

One thing they can never know is
How I'm watching you
One thing they can never know is
How I talk to you

Little burning wick dancing inside your white square
There's something deep within that knows you are aware
Of all the warmth you bring, of half of what you give
Of nothing that you breathe, of just how long you live

One thing they can never know is
How I'm watching you
One thing they can never know is
How I talk to you

Litlle burning wick dancing in your black square
It's been so many days you're gasping for air
I'll burn another match for you to come by
I will be looking when you learn how to fly

One thing they can never know is
How I'm watching you
One thing they can never know is
How I talk to you

Litlle burning wick tell me you're still there
I need you to tell me life isn't fair
Now I feel cold, it's yesterday again
And this morning I'm wearing a new chain
Il n'y a pas de sot m├ętier
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