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Enter Pygmalion
Sculptor of my flesh
Firm hands of a man
Desirous of himself
Ego outstripping
Lust driving
Hard stone chipped
The night sounding
Like an uneven clock
Tic tic tic with nary a toc
And the outer shell of my existence
Slowly fades
Chunks and
White marble dust
Removed to find my bust
My curves
My lips
My stony eyes
Fake garbs
With hard wrinkles
My shoulders sanded to perfection
Carefully crafted collarbone
Body finally fully formed
The master Artisan
Find his own enslavement
Obsession with his own creation
Thus all other loves pale in comparison
Perhaps that is the curse or fate
Of all true Artists
"Hope's a balloon, hope's a balloon.
Pop it ya bastart's and let it fall soon.
To wait is to worry where it will land,
so put the power in that old right hand,
and pop it before the rise of the moon. "

As I watched the cluttered sky above me, moving with the murmur of a waiting room, I couldn't help but feel sorry for those quiet little hopes; Everyone walks around with their neck bent, staring at the sky unable to see the stars, and only able to feel the moon. And they never stop to look around either.  Seems a wee bit sad t'me.
Why give us hearts to love with
  but not the wisdom to take care of them?
La beauté d'un lever de soleil ,
la beauté d'un diamant ,
la beauté de l'océan .

Même la beauté de cet univers ne pouvait être comparé à ce sourire ,
ce sourire gracieux pourrait commencer un battement de coeur,
ses sourires pourraient réchauffer le cœur le plus froid de l'humanité.

Votre sourire est la perfection ,
vos sourires est la plus brillante ,
Je pourrais survivre si elle était seule avec votre sourire.

Votre sourire apporter une joie mille,
votre sourire épargnez-moi un mal de coeur,
votre sourire me épargne de chagrins ,
sans votre sourire, le monde ne serait pas un meilleur endroit .
The moon has always had an effect on me. No matter what cycle it's on,  it never fails to astound me by the way it protrudes from the rest of the sky. Or the way it changes it's shape every night. Sometimes it  decides to randomly hide away and come out when it knows everyone is asleep.
 May 2015 stéphane noir
Jade
You once had me in the palm of your hand,
But you squeezed too hard,
I could not breathe,
I could not shout,
And now -
I
Just
Want
To
Be
Let
Out.

I cry and scream,
Kick and flail,
Silent anguish turn into wails,
Oh how our love so frail,
Is
Gone,
Has
Failed.
 May 2015 stéphane noir
Kris
i was frozen in fear that i had broken your trust, and that the number of times i said sorry wouldn't be enough even though you said it was okay
i did something i shouldn't have today
I feel sorry for you,
because she's moved on.
You finally lost the girl you never thought you would,
and I feel sorry for you,
because at one point in time,
she would of given you the world,
but now you're lucky if she'll even give you the time of day.
You  lost her
its no ones fault but your own,
because that girl tried everything for you,
but you weren't willing to fight for her.
I feel sorry for you,
because she finally realized she deserves better than you.
She gave up on trying to make you happy,
no now she cares about making herself happy.
You're no longer who she thinks of at night before she goes to bed,
and you're no longer the name she smiles at when she hears it.
She's found someone new,
someone who is willing to show her what she deserves,
because you see,
she's found someone who gives her life,
when you showed her nothing but the cold darkness.
She no longer thinks about you every second of every hour,
no you're nothing but a memory,
a lesson she's learned from,
maybe next time you'll learn,
to not go after rocks,
when you had a diamond in your hands for so long,
and maybe one day,
you'll learn how to love,
with that cold rock you call a
heart
T.B.
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