Oublié Invisible Sans importance Sans consistance J’apparais Puis disparais Mais personne Ne me reconnais Inconnu ou Méconnu Personne ne me voit Qui voudrait Oui qui voudrait Accorder de l’intérêt À un être de mon espèce J’existe Sans exister La société M’a effacé De ses dossiers Je ne suis rien Qu’une âme Errante Sans but, sans fin Sans rien L’éternité m’a condamné Mais l’humanité M’a abandonné
My Dearest Mad-Readers,
Yesterday, I realized some of my older blog posts needed to be a little pimped up. My style was not the same when I started blogging 5 months ago, so it's only normal I work on them again. I hope you like this new feature image and forgive such a short introduction. May you enjoy the magical snow !
Winter begins Whiteness falls Trees whiten The ground gets wet The earth rests I look out the window At dancing snow flakes In such sweet wind And unbearable cold They fall Tiny stars Try to hold on To this wet ground Where they are Unwelcome They then become Miserable puddles Irrelevant I stay still Observing this quietness Of a rare intensity Everything is but white Time has stopped The sky finally blows Breathes Offering us This marvelous gift
If you had a good time, don't forget to show your appreciation by liking and commenting (or even following this madly crazy blog). Feel free to stay and read some more, I'm always happy to have you here! :)
Take care,
Phil.
My Dearest Mad-Readers,
Would you be against a dose of prose this afternoon (unless it is morning or night where you live) ?
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Death’s shadow is drawing closer. It becomes more oppressive. The bird is here, sitting on its perch, awaiting the ultimate moment. Its livelihood is leaving. The very essence of its short existence is about to leak out. This legendary animal’s bright feathering is progressively losing its sheen. The burning fever gets more and more painful. Its heart is burning, its body gets consumed, its soul is on fire. A sharp cry tears apart the universe and the ashes of this tiny creature fall down on the ground, as simply as dust spreading through the air. It is all over. The shadow moves away, victorious.
She is gone. Her murderous work is done. She shall still need to come back, for the legendary phoenix is immortal.
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If you liked this poem, perhaps you will have a good time reading this one too. In any case, I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, I'd love it if you could show your support by liking, commenting or following the (sanely) mad author that I am. You may go crazy and read every piece of writing on this blog if you wish. Thanks for your time and have a great day (or night) !
Take care,
Phil.
My Dearest Mad-Readers,
Re-publishing old posts can truly be a blessing. I believe this poem about an author lacking inspiration did not get the attention it deserved when I only had a handful of followers. Since this blog is a lot about sharing my work, I added a feature image to it and entirely changed the introduction. Enjoy !
I am here Computer on With no ideas Nothing to explain Or criticize So I merely write Without a lot to say I remain plain Facing this blank page Which longs for me only Calls for me only Yells at me Only As the music murmurs In my ears That all I need do Is follow its call I let myself go Into this vain poetry The music speaks to me The page is so beautiful But so empty I want her And can’t help it Though I may run I never reach it
Thanks for spending the most valuable currency there is reading this post. I hope you liked this poem ! If you did, feel free to let me know by liking, commenting, sharing &/or sticking around for more. There are quite a few posts to read, since this is my fifth month blogging. You can also follow me (via WordPress or Email) if I am good enough an entertainer, and be sure that even greater content is yet to come !
Take care,
Phil.
My Dearest Mad-Readers,
I have a short poem about freedom for you today which, I hope, will inspire you. Let's strive to be active individuals, who embrace all new adventures, rather than passive observers. The latter (sometimes without being aware of it) chooses to stay idle, to imprison themselves in the comfort of the day to day. They look away, but never dare they take the leap...
Salty wind Clear sky Repressed fear Embraced happiness I am sailing away On an adventure Hastily cruising Steadily running The seagull glides The waves whip down Never do I give way Whilst others look away Such a beautiful passion A new force Has ignited the spark Has offered me the sky
Thanks for spending the most valuable currency there is reading this post. It means a lot to me. I hope you liked this poem ! If you did, feel free to let me know by liking, commenting, sharing &/or sticking around for more. There are quite a few posts to read, since this is my fifth month blogging. You can also follow me (via WordPress or Email) if I am good enough an entertainer, and be sure that even greater content is yet to come !
Take care,
Phil.