Moon Dust

cour cour mon enfant ne te laisse pas attraper

I was tempted to run away,

to pretend this tornado never came my way,

but there was something never letting me run,

and so i had to wait for the sun…

Not seeing it very soon,

i was blind to the moon,

the stars it let me see,

each of them setting a little of my spirit free.

I soon danced within my tornado,

every mouvement peaceful and slow,

i found my colors within the dark’s light,

found the morning in the night.

A rainbow’s existence was claimed,

as my tornado turned to rain.

A little girl curled up and afraid,

just waiting to be saved,

tears covering her wounded skin,

her body so fragile & thin,

her eyes are filled with pain,

as she tries to cover from the rain,

alone, there’s no one around her,

she’s too week, doesnt have power,

dreamland is the only place safe,

because she doesnt have the real world to face,

she tries to survive trought another day,

convinces herself its going to be okay,

we pass by her as she tries to bare,

to busy to even care.

je t’attendais sans le savoir,

meme si dans l’amour j’avais arreter de croire.

tu a su transformer en rose tout ce noir…

je t’aime.

De tout mon monde j’aurais fuit

si tu n’aurais pas eclairé mes nuits

tu a su me couvrir de toute cette pluie…

je t’aime.

chacune de mes blessure est devenu mieux

tu est mon cadeau des cieux

tu a fait naitre une etincelle dans mes yeux…

je taime.

je crois en nous, en ce qu’on est devenu

a ce que nos coeur contiennent

a ce que nos pensee detiennent

je taime.

:)its my birthday today, my sweet sixteen:):D lets see whats in store for me this year:)

life is life and i would have it every other way.

je cris je pleur,

a chaque jour, un peu plus, je meurt.

Une des chauses que jaime le plus faire c’est ecrire des poemes. (Jespere que l’anglais ne vous derange pas, puisque la plupart d’entre eux sont anglais.) Quand je suis triste ecrire des poemes de me soulage beaucoup, c’est comme si je masquer ma peine sous une autre forme.

A mon avis la beate de la poesie c’est quelle peut faire a plusieurs personnes comme un gant. chacun l’interprete a sa maniere.

A nos plumes!:D

P.S: cliquez sur categorie; Poesie pour pouvoir lire mes poemes, merci:)

She had dreams she believed she could aim,

she had hopes where everything was dummed,

she saw in the eyes of love so manny doors,

tried not to noticed all the ones that closed,

she was a fool.

She let the wind rush trought her veins,

she pouched her pain out to a smile,

found the strenght to another battle,

believed she could fight as every day is new,

she was a fool.

She trusted in her heart,

didnt want to see the truth,

didnt notice all the dark in people’s eyes,

saw the certainty in every possibility,

she was a fool.

Placing her heart out for everyone,

she believed she could fight it all,

believed every battle is worth its won,

taught that right would find a way to prevail,

she was a fool.

The truth she found out,

by a night that was too cold,

that life’s battle is already lost,

that all that matters was gone,

she knew she was a fool…

Her eyes were open,

her heart was shred,

her hope was broken,

all she had was faith.

Do you want to be a fool?

Bonjour a tous,

Enfin, je commence mon blog. J’espere que tous comme moi, vous aimez la poesie, l’ecriture, les nouvelles, les articles… Si oui, je crois quil est temps de peinturer cette belle toile!