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


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.

Don’t look up – Poem

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NB : I hope it is clear enough on the picture, but you should follow the numbers. The last lines should then be :

Dark Dark Dark // Dark mind, Dark me, Dark people. // Don’t mind me, people. // Don’t look up.

Hope you enjoy it !


Now on Twitter

I don’t know how long I’ll stay there, but if you are interested in reading more about stuff I care about (art, vegetarianism, Human Rights, etc), you can join me on Twitter.

Also, I will share some of my articles there, so it would be a good way to get more poetry and photos.



Snowy photograph and poem

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As I look through the window
And lay my eyes on the snow,
I embrace my dreams of the unknown,
In which I travel alone.


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.


New project : Book Reviews

Coming soon! Because I like to write but I do not find ideas for non-fiction stories and because I love to read, I have decided that writing reviews of the books I’m reading could be a good practice.

I have studied English literature for the past 6 years so I do know a little bit about novels, short stories and poetry. Yet, I have always found it hard to express my opinions concerning the stories I was reading. By forcing myself to write on this blog, I can get better at writing and of course, expressing feelings.

And at the same time, it could give you ideas for your next book to read! I also hope that it will be an opportunity for you to give me advice on what to read.

The books I read are essentially French and English literature. The first review I am going to write will be of “Vernon Subutex”, volumes 1 & 2, written by Virginie Despentes. (I am still reading the second book at the moment and it’s really exciting).

I hope you’ll like this new topic on the blog!


Bittersweet Lullaby

Intoxicated, I love you.
Deception sobers me                                                                                            Up, and down
I find myself


The jingling of glasses,
Your voice echoing,


This infinite second                         Gone
Yet so extant.