Well, i'll just leave those here for readin'.
With a single word, you can throw someone down.
A single touch, and bring them to the ground,
A single look, and make them feel beat
A single thought, and take them from the pit.
My mouth is closed,
Yet i must scream. I do,
And it tears my brain,
My heart. Replaced by an
Abyss, not to explore,
But to be.
Ne partez donc point, ô fièvres infidèles,
Qui nourrissez en moi la flamme d'une chandelle,
Qui font naître en mon âme, la lame d'un poête,
Et tout en ce faisant me dévorez la tête.
Nature
A tree. It is dawn. A mountain.
A dove. It wakes up. An eagle.
Shakes her wings. Preparation. Shakes his wings.
Starts flying. Morning exercise. Starts diving.
Starts to look at the ground. Hunting time. Starts to look at the ground.
Notices something in the ground. Target spotted. Notices something on the ground.
Starts pecking. Dinner time. Starts plumetting.
Clutches the worm. Clutches the dove.
Eats the whole.
Goes back home.
A forest. It is dawn. A city.
The Devil :
A little boy. He is playing war with others. They laugh, making sure they don't hit each other.
He is the soldier.
A little girl. She's playing with her mirror. She compares her face to other girls she knows.
She thinks they are prettier.
A woman. She is working. She has two children to feed, so she must work very late.
She wishes she had more money.
A man. He is playing around. He has children, two, which have everything they can want.
He is happy.
He appears.
He talks to the little boy. He can make him general. He says no thanks. I'm playing happily as a soldier.
He talks to the little girl. He can make her the prettiest. She says no thanks. It would make my friends jealous.
He talks to the woman. He can give her as much money as she wants. She says no thanks. I have enough to live well.
He talks to the man. He promises anything to the man. The man says yes. He smiles.
He is gone.
The little boy is playing with his friends. He became caporal.
The little girl is looking in the mirror. She is as pretty as her friends.
The woman counts her money. She has been promoted, and can go on sunday with her children.
The man is unhappy. His children are not there anymore. And he now knows he has made a serious blunder.
War =
And suddenly, it happened.
A dog looks out. It sees something.
He starts to bark. His eyes dart as he does it.
Then he stops. He looks around.
Then at himself.
He collapses.
A boy looks out. He sees nothing.
He starts to laugh. His head jerks as he does it.
Then he stops. He looks around.
Then at himself.
He collapses.
A girl looks out. She sees everything.
She starts to weep. Her body jerks as she does it.
Then she stops. She looks around.
Then at herself.
She collapses.
A man looks out. He sees them.
He starts a sigh. He shudders as he does it.
Then he stops. He looks around.
Then at himself.
He sighs again. Packs his weapons.
And goes to the next town.
Power =
He stepped. Again. and again. and again.
Each of his step glided along the white marble
No one heard him, but everyone looked at him.
He stopped. He sat on the white throne. Uttered a sigh of boredom.
He stepped. Fast, and sure. Deliberately.
His feets made no sound against the grey marble.
Everyone, around him, bustled in the action of life.
He extended a hand. No one saw it. No one saw his grin of satisfacion
He stepped. His step were slow, filled with energy.
His feets thumped against the black marble.
No one was around. That was thanks to him.
He pushed a pile of ash out of his way. He blowed it away with madness.
Science
It came as a fruit. Men looked at it, took it, brought it back home.
It was round, and shiny. They stood in circle, it being in the center.
Then one of them, which was the strongest, walked to it.
He stared at it for a moment. It shone in his eyes.
Then he took it in both hands, and reaped it in half.
Then he started eating it; slowly, in little golden bites.
And as he ate, he sensed something coming;
He took a sheep, and made wool. He took a stick
and a stone, and made an axe. Everyone followed him,
Ate fruit, and things were produced with frightening celerity.
The weapons started getting bigger and bigger.
The houses, the buildings, everything became big.
Then one day, someone found out about fission.
Two days later, everything had ended. And in the middle, stood a golden fruit.
Silence
As he came, noiseless sounds made themselves heard.
Everything stood still. Nothing breathed, nothing moved.
Everyone stared at him. Everything looked at him.
Only eyes moved. And those eyes stared soundlessly.
Finally he got through the town. Noisy sounds
came back, and as they did, did everyone move.
Suddenly, it was so noisy, that everyone ran out.
They could not stand it. Some of them collapsed.
He came back. He had forgotten his suitcase.
But when he came back, nothing was there.
Nothing could move, nothing could breathe.
He knew that nothing would come back.
He took his suitcase, found a suitable hotel
And installed himself. He was at peace there.
Haikus : Seasons :
Those were meant to be separate poems, so it is normal if it gets a bit repetitive between two of them.
Finally, the sunlight broke through
The white clouds full of snow faded
And those promising rain came
But for the moment they had nothing
Nothing that had not been eaten before.
Then, suddenly, the rain came.
A heavy downpour, which relieved the famine
that had afflicted the land.
With the rain, the crops finally grew
And with them, the hunger was gone.
Today, the rain was gone.
The crops were ripe, ready for harvest
Everything was for the best
Then the blast of heat suddenly came,
Burning through the cottages and land, Scorching.
The sun scorched, but ripened
Crops finally were ready for their harvest
And they finally produced food.
With their famine ended, people enjoyed themselves
And started to think about reparing homes.
They started rebuilding their homes.
While they were working, the heat faded,
Replace with a humind wind
With the wind, sudden and new diseases
Made themselves known. The hardest part began.
Now, people fell like flies.
Flies fell like flies too. Seeing that
People thought about philosophy and art.
Gradually, the disease disapeared, leaving behind only
A few people, called artists, and wind.
The wind fell once more.
All was silent behind. Food, lodging, water,
everything was there. People too.
People who did not go out. Cold.
He who bit people. Bit them dead.
Everything was white by now.
The cold made itself king. Of nothingness
Outside, for them, was nothing.
Then the elder got up, very slowly.
Yet another cycle completed. Next one now.
Deception
People. People. People. People. People.
You. People. People. People. People.
