Love Online – Poem

Scrolling up and down,
Scrolling left and right.
Tinder, Grindr, Twitter, Tumblr :
All the same, a waste of time.

Tick-tock, tick-tock : lost in time.

A picture lost among millions.
Like, pass, like, like, pass.
Tinder, Grindr, all the same.

When will love happen ?

 

NB : It wasn’t written on Valentine’s Day ! haha

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Celebrating FIVE years on WordPress

It all began with a poem in February 2013, Forest, or the Death of Romanticism. At the time, I did not know where I was going with my blog. I knew I wanted to share my poetry, as well as some of my photographs.

This article is a way to share my favourite articles on this blog, so feel free to click and have a read on things you may have missed. All links open in a new tab.

It was five years ago, and now, I think I am quite happy with what Writing One’s Dream and the Dream of Writing has become : a sort of map of my human and artistic experiences. I have said it many times : I am an amateur in both writing and taking photos ; yet, I think that you do not need to be an expert to share what you create.

Recently, I started reviews on books I read, including Despentes’ Vernon Subutex and Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. I also talked about series I watched, such as Dark. In the future, I would like to talk about films as well.

A few years ago, when in Ireland, I worked on an amazing project about the importance of money in society. After interviewing many people, I wrote a kind of summary of the answers : What if money did not exist ?

I loved this project, and I hope I can create something similar soon. The truth is that when I created the blog, I was still studying and had more time than I do now. Especially since I have also started writing a novel on Scribay.

I would finally like to thank all the people who follow me, comment and like what I do. It’s always a pleasure to see that my work is appreciated. For those who haven’t yet, you can follow me on WordPress, as well as on Instagram and Twitter.

Ode à la neige

Ô cendres fragiles de l’hiver,
Vous qui dansez délicatement
Recouvrez la terre,
D’un immense manteau blanc.

Quel est votre pouvoir
Qui réchauffe son cœur ?
Dans le silence noir
Où il se meurt.

Ô cendres fugitives de l’hiver,
Dansez, valsez et ne cessez jamais.

Souffrance – Poème

Perdu dans les profondeurs de ta tristesse
La plus sombre,
Tu contemples ton âme.

Bercé par le rythme de tes pensées,
Tu laisses couler les larmes.
Larmes de joie et de chagrin.

Tu aperçois alors la Mort qui approche,
Sa cape qui danse dans le vent.

Tu la laisses venir,
Plus près encore.

“Viens à moi”, tu chuchotes.
“Enveloppe moi”, tu implores.

Mais l’Ange te dépasse,

Et tu restes seul.

 

 

Adapté du poème Anonymous Inspiration

The Anonymous Inspiration

And again it happened
Drowned in the depths of my sorrows,
The darkest,
I contemplated my soul.

Lulled by the music of my thoughts
I let them fall, tears
Tears of sadness, tears of bliss.

And Death noticed them and came,
Her cloak dancing with the wind
And there was nothing else I could do
But wait.

Wait for the Angel,
The Angel of Death.

Purification

I.

C’est un secret dont je me lasse,
Une vérité cachée, hélas!
Qui se renforce et creuse la terre
Et soudain prend un goût amer.

C’est un secret dont je me lasse,
Un mensonge proliféré, hélas!
Il se renforce et sors de terre
Et s’élance dans les airs.

C’est un secret au goût amer,
Une honte cachée en mer
Qui me condamne à l’enfer
De quelque amour imaginaire.

II.

Il me faut taire
Ces amours imaginaires,
Ces amours interdites,
Cette vérité fortuite.

Il me faut taire
Ces pensées éphémères
Lors de ma poursuite
De rêveries interdites.

III.

Il me faut taire,
Il me faut taire!
Laissez-moi faire,
Il me faut plaire!

IV.

Voici le secret indéfini.
Celui qui me punit,
Et lentement me condamne
À la mort de l’âme.