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David Leger Aug 2014
I've come to lay my arms down,
So take me quietly into crowded streets,
Set me free in amongst the bustling town,
No Resistance. I'm beaten and weak.
When the last rebel falls, will there be victory?
David Leger Aug 2014
I search for wood in the darkest hour
In the coldest forest amid the trees
Facing the wicked winds with valour
At a toppled tree, I bend down on my knees
Collect the lumber dry and frozen
I rise and begin my journey back
Wherewith the fuel now chosen
A simple light is all I lack
David Leger Aug 2014
All her shattered faces
Scatter the darkened floor
Her scent lingers in the evening breeze,
Dancing with the open door.

She used to fill my heart whole
With marrow of life unending,
But as I hear love's bell's defening toll
My heart is left unmending.

Now left only with an empty core,
(Oh God, how I hate this dying heart!)
Your broken sighs don't call me anymore
As these strands of life begin to part.
I hope I'm finally starting to get over you after all this time.
David Leger Aug 2014
Her lips against my skin,
My hand caressing her ****** thighs,
This night where I am within her.

I'll bleed my passion into her depths,
As she ***** the breath from my lungs,
And the tides that bring her ecstasy,
The still night is broken as she cries joy.
A tribute to the Nightwish song of the same name.  Experimenting with eroticism.
David Leger Aug 2014
Late night car rides,
Empty pints of *****,
A one-night ecstacy,
With a heartbreak dawn:

She shows her shallows,
As if they're great depths;
A cry of sorrow? Honey,
You ain't seen nothing yet.

She's not an open book,
She's just a bookmark type of personality.
Stuck between the pages of something more interesting,
Like a catalog or a Cosmo magazine.

Oh, she's always just caught between someone's pages,
With bits and pieces of their's stories rubbing off on her,
But them words don't look the same tattooed on her, oh no.

So stop pretending you're the deepest sea,
Your pretentious crap never fooled me.
Meant to be a spoken word, the tone is sort of casual carelessness, or a passive aggressively condescending. Hopefully that helps you to understand the tone of this piece.
David Leger Aug 2014
I'll return one day, as all falls into place,
I'll return to see you in my aging ways.

But when you see me, know this:
I've only come home to fade away.
I hate them more than anything, but they'll always be part of me, and I'll always love them.
David Leger Aug 2014
Vien ici, ma belle,
Vein et me rejoindre
Alors qu'on peut reve ensemble
Sous la ceil de la nuit brillant.

Nous peuvons aller n'import ou,
Et quand le matin se reville
Nous serons encore ici
Dans la mer profond de la vie.

English Translation (sounds a lot better in french though)

Come here, my beautiful,
Come and join me
So we may dream together
Under the sparkling night sky.

We can go anywhere at all,
And when we wake
We'll still be here
In the deep sea of life.
Wrote this in french. I thought it would be a good idea to start writing in french since I haven't been exposed to it for a year now. Hopefully writing in french again will help me retain the language more.
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