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Here is my repertoire of poetry and short stories. It will be a bilingual repertoire, with both french and English poems. The french poems will come bit by bit for I will but an english equivalent, though not necessaraly in an actual poem... We will see as it goes on wink

So I will put a few of my older and first poems and a short love story... Have fun! Leave comments if it pleases you wink

These three poems are more repetition/style poemes... I didi not work rhymes into these but focused on the way it was built up... But as I said, there older poems...

From that time on…

From the day we met,
The day that the storm let our eyes meet
The day that will stay forever in my mind
I knew you and I would go far.

From the first time that we talked
The time where you were all by your lonesome
The time where I finally came to you
I knew that something would go on.

From the night by the fire
The night we spent under the twilight
The night we exchange our first kiss
I knew that my heart screamed for you.

From the morning we spent together
The morning our bodies and soul merged
The morning we exchanged our few gifts
I knew we would last so long.

From the day we said goodbye
The day I had to leave you
The day that we held each other as long as we could
I knew I would have to see you again.

From that moment on,
I knew, even threw all the confusion,
I knew that I loved you
I knew you would always be in my heart.


The confusion of the world

In the confusion that is the world,
I see nought but fear,
I see nought but sorrow,
I see hell everywhere.

In the confusion that is the world,
I fell nought but pain,
I feel nought but confused love,
I feel like a wreck.

In the confusion that is the world,
I hear nought but screams,
I hear not but confusion,
I hear not but you.

In the confusion that is the world,
I notice something that none other can,
I notice a fact none other would,
I notice that the world and my heart are one and the same.


What is love?

What is love,
But the whisper of the wind
Among the winter pines,
Filling the air with sweet words.

What is love,
But the renewal of buds,
In the fresh air of spring,
Speaking of a new beginning.

What is love,
But the splash of the ocean waves
On a shining summer beach,
Bringing forth news of hope.

What is love,
But the fall of colourful leaves,
Floating in the autumn breeze,
Hand in hand, foretelling a life in unity.

What is love,
But the flow of the seasons,
Fluttering and changing,
Like the relation we hold with one another.


This one here might be misisng a bit of beat unfortunetly... but here it is anyways

I see you…

I see you like an angel down from the sky,
Peering around in the confusion down low,
Not knowing what to do or where to go,
Searching for a pure soul that would not lie.

I see you looking about and, with a sigh,
Turning away from the misery that was your foe,
Your eyes looking for the one who would be your hero
Your gaze finally catching a sight that would never die.

I see you staring down into my eye,
Yours searching the very corners of my soul,
Plundering into every memory with your eyes of coal,
Waiting and hoping for a greeting that would soon fly.

I see you listening to every word that I,
Living of this world where humans loll,
Said about this place that became dull,
For people would only laugh at I who am shy.

I see you sympathising at my position,
Telling me of the world from which you were banned,
The place you called home, above our land,
Tears falling at each word regarding your humiliation.

I see you getting closer in our discussion
And soon our spirits merged, like ocean and sand,
Soothing each other by our mere presence and
Our merger was the first sign of perfection.

I see you deep down in me now,
Giving me the courage I need
By the bond of love that started out a seed
And became what we feel for each other in a secret vow.


A french poem(translation coming soon)

Ode à l’amour

Ce soir, sous le ciel étoilé
Les étoiles filant devant leurs regards,
Deux jeunes avec la mine embarrassée,
Étaient assied, tout près d’un feu hagard.

Ce feu qui brûlait si fort,
Comme le cœur des deux jeunes enivré,
Qui, dans le secret de leur cœur d’or
S’aimait sans savoir ce que l’autre pouvait éprouvé.

Ils se levèrent et partirent dans la nuit inexplorée,
Voulant être seul sans autre être dehors.
Ils s’assirent et percèrent le voile du lac embrumé
En même temps que le voile dans leur esprit.

Leurs regards s’approchèrent sans tord,
Leurs visages se collèrent, enchantés,
Leurs corps se serrèrent sans retard,
Leurs cœurs se lièrent comme jamais ils n’auraient pensés.

Et c’est de là qu’à commencer,
Une histoire qui se retouche dans l’art.
Et c’est ici que qu’ils se disent sans hésiter,
Qu’ils s’aiment, mes amis, si fort.



And finally, I will put a short love story... my french poems will come later.

The outlaw and his love

This is a story of a man against all odds, a man in love with a fair maiden, a man who started a lonely quest, in hopes to end its terms in a world deprived of solitude. This quest is not without great obstacles, for women are the biggest mystery known to man. Furthermore, it is known to all that love knows no boundaries. This man could love the Queen of Ireland or the lowest servant of the dungeons. All he knew is that he was mesmerized by her beauty, having seen her bathe, one day, in a pool, as he was getting wood in hopes to stay warm that night. He lived as an outlaw, disgraced by his previous actions, without the knowledge that he may one day find someone he could love. Some even say that one’s life only starts when love’s embrace enters and takes hold. So, this is where his life really began…

He needed an occasion to meet her, for love would be meaningless without her knowing of it. One day, that occasion came. He was waiting, by the pool where he had last seen his maiden. When she finally arrived, after days of lonely waiting, he came out of his observation post, heart pumping with joy, leaping towards the girl of his dreams. Unfortunately, love gave him an unbalanced step, slipping on a muddy rock, sliding on his back, until his head was right by the women’s feet, his eyes peering upwards. Luckily, the maiden was so busy laughing at his clumsiness that she didn’t see what he was looking at. He rolled over in a flash and got up before she could say anything. Looking at her from up close for the first time, he saw that her eyes were of a striking beauty, her lips and nose, so fine and refined and her face, a jewel, perfect and untapped. When she finally looked up and peered into his eyes, it was easy to see, by the sparkles in the back of her own, that it was love at first sight.

She giggled shyly, just as overwhelmed as he was. In her crystal-clear eyes, he saw himself as he was: tall, handsome, strong and toughened by his exile from the kingdom. When she finally woke up from her seemingly hypnotic state, she asked him, in a sweet voice: “What is thy name, kind sir?”. His reply was hesitant, fearing recognition, but still full of etiquette: “I am sorry, my fair maiden, but I seem to have lost my memory when I saw thy beauty and heard thy soft, beautiful voice.”. Luckily for him, she took that as an answer. He then asked the same question to the wonderful lass in front of him. She answered: “Why, my noble Sir, thy must have been in these woods for ages, for I am Princess Elizabeth, future Queen of Ireland”. His mouth lay agape. He had fallen in love with a member of the royal family! His blood was too impure and he was not of royal lineage. How could he plan to be with this fair maiden?

Before he could think any further, the princess laid a kiss on his lips, disrobed and jumped into the pool, right near the waterfall. She gestured the outlaw to join her. He did not need to be asked twice. He too undressed and went into the pool, where they talked for hours, learning more of one another while the bonds of love grew tighter and tighter. Then as day changed to night, questions soared into being. But, when he was finally ready to ask her, she had disappeared, her clothes gone with her. All that was left was her scent and the memory of the time they passed together. Broken hearted, he walked to his cabin, wondering why his love did not bid him farewell.

From that night on, he waited to see the princess again. As minutes grew to hours and hours changed into days, he lay there, awaiting her return, knowing that only the sweet nectar of love could nourish him from now on. Then, one day, she came back, bringing life and hope with her. As he approached, he could see the sorrow in her eyes, trying to figure out how to apologize for leaving so abruptly the night before. What she didn’t know is that he had forgiven her the moment she reappeared. Thus, the issue was quickly pushed aside, leaving place for their love to grow stronger. When darkness covered the sky, she bade him farewell, telling him that she would have to sneak into her room without being noticed. As she was leaving, she also shouted that she would be back in a few days with clean clothes, in which he would meet her father.

It took our hero a few hours to finally understand the challenge ahead. Not only would he have to convince a father to free his daughter, he would have to convince the king that he was worthy of her, even after what happened in the past. Nonetheless, he believed in love and destiny, and decided to let himself be guided by them.

As the day of the encounter approached, he planed out what eh was going to tell her. When his love finally arrived, this is what he told her: “Elizabeth, my love, I have a confession for thee. There is a reason I wander these woods, with only thee to keep me company. I’m an exile, hunted by the King himself. I committed an awful deed. I was once part of the royal guard, committed to protecting your brother. Unfortunately, I failed to fulfil my duty and he was struck down. I was the only survivor of the onslaught so the King blamed me for what happened. This was my deepest secret...” As he ended his story, she burst into tears, tears of betrayal. She could not understand how he could keep that from her, but she still forgave him for it. She told him that their journey to the castle would still take place, in hopes that her father had forgotten his face.

As they approached the king’s presence, the lovers seemed to incarnate love itself. They say that any man with a heart would falter before love. This man, though, must have been of stone, for the moment he laid eyes on the outlaw’s face, he ordered his guards to take him to the dungeon and prepare the execution block, where he would be hung. Elizabeth threw herself at her father’s feet, begging him to spare his life. The king, outraged by this behaviour, asked the guards to lock her up as well, for she would be hung for high treason. Both were carried away without any hope of salvation.

With only hours left to live, they used the time they had to fulfill most of their dreams, except their most important: raising a child of their own. Hiding behind their love, putting fear aside, they exchanged their vows, even as the executioner came for them. They were then placed on the hanging blocks, throats bound, only able to move their hand. So, as the blocks were pushed from under their feet, they took each others hand and didn’t let go. As life parted their earthly forms, both body and soul were still holding hands, as though they formed one completing each other. Love had sealed them together for eternity…

I really enjoyed reading "I See You..." The poem itself was beautiful. Sad at the start, but it ended well. I like the rhyme. ABBA really works for you. You say it's missing a definite beat, but I found it flowed nicely. Bravo!

I hope I have time to comment on some of your others soon. But I gotta study, ya know. XD

Your "Realizations" poem I really enjoyed. I never used to care much for free verse poems but I've gotten into them lately, the seem to show a deeper side of the character of a person. The poem is very insightful, I love the way it lets you get inside the mind of the poet, nice work. ^^

YAY! *jumps up and down* Mathew's back!!! =]] I'm very happy that you decided to join us here once again. It's been a while since I've talked with you, or seen any new poetry from you. I'm also glad you're going to enter something into the contest. I see you got my message. XD

So...HI!!

This is Isis and Emily! we are NOW commenting the s**t/hell out of you...

From That Time On- We thought it was beautiful *looks at Emily* didnt we, *nods* we did.The structure was great, we loved how it was set up. You write really well. *nods head again* Yup Yup. The Repetition of certain words, added a lot to it. Its really sweet, like you, with a happy ending.

The Confusion Of The World- Very descriptive, nice word choice, and a great comparison of the world and your heart. Once again, the form and structure catch the eye. We both love how as one reads your poems, they cannot fully understand the meaning of it until the very last line, or stanza in others. It keeps the reader on their toes, or their nose pressed against the computer screen, waiting for it to all make sense. Suspenseful, it all builds up. We loved this one, too. XD

What Is Love?- Beautiful, vivid imagery. Great description of love. It made us smile. Form seems to play a big role in your work. We love it. And once again, the first four stanzas are simple and a comparison of love to everyday things...and then you hit the last line of the last stanza, Like the relation we hold with one another , and the perspective of it all changes. LOVE it. =]

I See You- Well, for that one, you're wrong. The beat was great. It wasn't awkward and it flowed well. XD The rhyme was great. You're really good without it, but it sure adds something to the poem. Also, it's a different rhyme scheme. We don't see many using ABBA. Like, ever. It's usually ABAB or something of that sort, and it's a nice change. You surely pulled it off. The story itself was wonderful, too. Kinda starts a bit sad, both the human and angel sort of out of place, but then they find each other, and they're whole again. It's a really nice, sweet story. We love it. Great job.

Ode à l’amour- We are POSITIVE that this one is GREAT...but we dont know what it says....srry. Send us a translation sometime and we'll tell you what we think. XD

The Outlaw and His Love- It was a really good short story. Loved how the ending was happy in that the two found each other, loved each other, and spent their last moments with each other, im sure if heaven exists they would be there together. And at the same time its sad that they had to die to be together in the end. Really well written. And obviously we love this one, too...of course.

Fear Of All- WOW! That was incredible. Insane. And within questions, there are the answers, in and of themselves. WOW! It's hard to describe how it made us feel. It's just...wow. Amazing. Many people have probably asked themselves those same questions, but they couldn't do justice to them like you did. You have a way with words, babe.....babe.

Realizations- We're sorry if it sounds like we're being redundant...but it's really hard not to be. You're just so awesome of a writer. And we're in awe of your awesomeness. hehe <-- Awe of AWEsomeness. This one was great, just like all the others. We think our favorite lines were the first two. They flow and they just..POP. BA BOOM! lol

Desert Staring- hehe We read this one last night! And ya know what? It's STILL great. Actually, it's a little bit better the third time around. hehe Beautiful story. Sad at the beginning with the soldier away from his love. But it has a good ending. Him being able to be with her finally. Nice word choices, and great imagery. We loves it still.

Reality's Hell- We LOVE this one. Lots and lots and lots. We also love how each stanza is just a continuation of the previous. Like, how you end one with hell, and start the next with it. End the next with reality, and the next begins with it. And of course, the last stanza sticks out. Like a sore thumb. Or a purple monster in a yellow room...*looks at Isis confused* did you JUST come up with that? anyways...*looks away from Isis...still confused* But in a really good way. And like some of the others, you are waiting in suspense until the last line when everything comes together. What a twist! [with a twist!] It's all in their head.

Well...i think we did a pretty good job, right? *looks at Isis* yup sure did XD! And if you dont think thats enough of commenting the s**t/hell out of you...tell us, we will comment some more! YAY!

p.s. if you dont get the colors....whats in blue, Isis said. and whats in Indigo, I said.