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Anybody like to write Poetry? [random i know]
Anachromie replied to LucienTycho22's topic in Off Topic
Merci, c'est gentil, bien que j'écrive de moins en moins. -
Anybody like to write Poetry? [random i know]
Anachromie replied to LucienTycho22's topic in Off Topic
Poetry like the other kinds of writting is a way to share your feelings, to describe them as much as you can and to think differently about them... Personally, when I write a poem on a piece of paper, I am able to stop hurting myself with my own problems, I just put them into words and I see everything from an other side. Strangely, writting doesn't help me that much anymore, but at least, even if I am so lazy that I don't write that much, it's still easy to find a subject. -
Anybody like to write Poetry? [random i know]
Anachromie replied to LucienTycho22's topic in Off Topic
After hesitating a few months, here is one I wrote something like 3 months ago, I don't care at all if you don't understand french and if french people don't like it, I just wanted to post one. Répugnante clarté Vous est-il arrivé de remarquer, Dans la lueur d'une simple journée, Que les ombres semblent se dévoiler, Noircissant toute forme de clarté? De même, dans la plus dense des nuits, Chaque lumière nous semble infinie, C'est alors que la peur nous envahit, Que dans toute ombre un monstre est défini... Inversez enfin la situation, Laissez parler votre imagination... Jour et ténèbres que nous connaissions... Qu'il ne soient qu'une seule création... Alors, Peur et Lueur ne sont plus rien, Que deux doigts venant de la même main, Les sourires hypocrites des humains, Jouant son dos, trompant tous nos instincts... Qui craignez-vous le plus pauvres mortels, Une nuit sombre mais des plus sincères, Ou bien cette répugnante lumière, Qui n'attend que de nous brûler les ailes?
