#motif
Des, des parts sombres nait une graine.
C'est une rose, rose naissante à la tige verte.
Elle peut grandir si vite ! La tige enserre la peine,
En plein de petites racines, agréables, certes.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
Pourquoi ? Bonheur supposé,
Pourquoi ? En partant voyager,
Pourquoi ? L'humeur sombre,
Pourquoi ? Ne voir que des décombres.
Peut-être trop,
Peut-être beaucoup.
Bientôt : le ciel bleu.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
Read me like poetry
Perform my surgery
Tell what am I
to you
and to me?
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC
standing at the start,
the end for some others
take the first step,
then take another
that's it,
sit
spend some time here,
nothing to fear here,
lie down, but
stand,
keep moving, and
look around,
you are bound
to be late
and
right on time, too,
so, slow down, you
know,
the view is great
on both sides
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
The feeling is
In-escapable.
Un-matchable.
Dis-orienting.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC
A question? A response.
He leads her onto the floor.
A thought? A wonder.
"It's crazy how someone-i(m)p(e)rfect-could feel so perfect in this moment."
A move? A dance.
He sways her into his arms.
A desire? A plea.
"If only he realized-finally-
that I only wanted this moment."
A pause? An end.
She sighs...
A question? A response.
He lead her onto the floor.
An action? An excitement.
He didn't even know.
A move? A dance.
She wanted to be in his arms.
A smile? A plea.
She only wanted this.
A pause? An end.
Thank you...
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
I am like an elephant who remembers.
My life so endangered that I tread lightly
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC