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J'avais compté deux paniers repas pour notre promenade,
ton dessert favori avec du miel frais de montagne.
Seul dans l'herbe bleue je n'ai plus faim maintenant - une marmotte
I had packed two picnic baskets for our romantic walk
and your favourite french dessert made with fresh mountain honey
alone in the blue grass I am no longer hungry - a marmot
Frantz, April 2013
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she is her own garden
how I live
with two types of
love
in my heart:
silence the skin that cries out
that can feel the weight of her body
pressed against me
even in dreams
rejoice in her journey
although I am
not
the destination
it is enough to know
she walks her own path
unfettered
and free
it is enough to know
that though
she'll never pen a love poem
about me
her words are being born
her VOICE will set the world aflame
quiet the shivers
that snake
electric
through my nerves
every
time
she says my name
we are none of us owed
we are none of us owned
it is an honest
adoration
that does not expect the same
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reduction
I'll tell the truth:
I am a thief of the
worst persuasion.
if you want honesty,
I don't think that we will
last.
give it one or two
or three years—
years tense with opposing forces
and unusual magic—
and our reaction will be
complete. we will both
go back to our own kinds.
haven't they always defined love
in terms of chemistry?
(opposites attract,
but like dissolves like.)
and here is the confession:
here is why I am odious:
I know this and
I will not withdraw.
here is the electron bridge—here the
anode, cathode, the ill-fated
reactants.
I set this up like dominos;
I wield it lik
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inglorious
i am all smiles
and pale sun,
too.
and we are wild
things
it's true.
but in past lives
i was good.
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Vision Originality Technique ImpactVenez amis lecteurs découvrir cette très savoureuse première immersion de notre <img class="avatar" src="a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/o/l…" alt="
" title="lombregrise" /> national dans la poésie de style coréen, même si je doute qu'il y ait des marmottes en Corée.L'écriture est d'une fluidité redoutable qui offre à la chute toute la puissance de son effet de .. chute, et effet... Car les mots se déroulent avec un tel naturel qu'ils sont à n'en pas douter l'ouvrage d'un amoureux des mots <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/w…" width="48" height="28" alt="
" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="438" title="I've got too much work to do."/>Ce poème est un conte, une fable, un texte court, alors n'ayez pas peur de le lire. Au pire ce que vous risquerez c'est d'y prendre goût et de vouloir en lire encore, d'autres poèmes, d'autres textes.
Eh Sombregrisoux ! ça me rappelle une histoire belge : c'est l'histoire d'un mec qui a un rendez-vous galant avec une jeune femme qui est vachement jolie. Alors il veut lui offrir des bonbons, puis il hésite ... Au final il lui achète du lilas, sûr qu'elle aimera ça ... <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="
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