Je me mets à écrire, c'est pas comme les histoires
Y a pas d'encre ni papier, tout est électronique
On entend comme la pluie, légers bruits du clavier
Comme la nuit, quand je n'arrive pas à dormir
Et ces vers qui m'étouffent et me sauvent en même temps
Et me font rêver aussi, quand je lis Corneille
Lui, par exemple, ses vers l'ont rendu célèbre
Et le doux bruit s'arrête quand je dois bien penser
À ces alexandrins qui animent la magie
Et des fois, quelques fois, en plein cours de français
Je lis un texte qui est trop beau pour être vrai
Ou comme Ann
Just leave me be!
Let my past be something of glass,
that I can shatter and sweep away,
without effort or nostalgia.
As a snake strips it's skin,
I shall start again.
As new as baby's first breath,
I shall be reborn.
Let the wind blow away,
what is left of my past,
and leave me to restart again.
I sit down on the chair
After such a long day
My entire body sighs
I pick the cello up
I know its shape by heart
Elegant amber curves
Beautiful polished wood
All carved so carefully
I pick up the long bow
The ivory horse hair
Turning gray at the edge
Honey colored rosin
Dusting the bow lightly
The smell I learned to love
I poise it on the strings
And I begin to play
Sometimes it's hard to do
For each and every day
My cello is sometimes
My bitter enemy
Can't play anything right
Giving up is tempting
But for most of the time
We're real accomplices
I dust it off each day
And always tune the strings
And together we sing
Soaring high melodie
New school, new beginning. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. How old am I now? Fourteen. How many times have I moved? This is numero six.
What should I pick now? The girl fresh from France that makes the boys drop at her feet? The shy girl who buries herself in books and has only one friend? The football coach’s daughter who’s swimming in money? The emo girl who talks to no one but is hurt by her dark past?
I chuckle, remembering the look on my dad’s face when I bought all black clothes. I’d gotten a whole bunch of friends who were all pierced up, and punk. La
Starting Again.
I stare at myself in the mirror, seldom giving any facial expressions to my backwards self, apart from the often downward glance at the new me. I have changed my self, my look.
I used to be so happy, I was blinded by love, the world was hazy and soft. Until the fog of passion all cleared and all the lies and betrayal was sharp and hit me like a pound of bricks. He only wanted as a trophy, as a boasting toy. I hated myself and him and the foolish game that was. But I loved him and he made me feel like I was beautiful. I tried everything to find that blind happiness again. I hurt myself and others to try to get lost like I was
Choking on ash
Scrawny humans
Dying on their own
Suffering in silence
Or maybe it's the destruction
Raging mutely on
The barren, frozen
Wastelands
All that's left to live on
How did this even happen?
People can't really say
Are we even people?
Pieces of human decay
Ashes of burnt things
Carried by a dusty wind
Everything's been covered
Animals run around
The ones that haven't died
Patiently await their turn
The water is contaminated
Chemicals are everywhere
Chemicals are in us
Killing us from inside
People have named it
The death of all and any
It is the Apocalypse.
Sorry for the very late reply hun! x won't happen again. Just place it in Featured hun, there's a glitch in the folder make that I'm trying to figure out so sorry for the inconvenience
when submitting to the gallery, the folder it comes up with is submit to featured, you just click on featured and it'll give you a list. Click on April Challenge Starting Over
Mine doesn't really work like that. So I click 'Contribute Art' Then it comes up with all my deviations, then there'r a 'submitting to featured' but when I click on it, it does nothing...?
Hm. So you've gone into the gallery, clicked on contribute art to this gallery, and where it says 'contribute to this folder: featured" there isn't a arrow button next to it to click?