Poems, thoughts and memories of all sorts.

At the end of the day

And probably the start of the night,

I just want someone to stay

And hold me tight.

Someone to hold my hand

When I take that first step,

Stay with me until I understand

That it isn't the end yet.

Don't be scared by my sad words

They only mean that I'm feeling,

Just like the soaring bird

I'm a living being.

I'm only scared to leave the past behind

Unsure of the next step to take,

Tricked by my own mind

I'm stuck in the future I need to create.

So please be my new passenger

Follow me through the dark,

And help me get my life back together

For a companion would sure warm my heart.

As I stand here holding onto her soul, I feel the emotions seep through my fingers. My hands cover up the holes in her spirit, trying to keep her from losing it all. Fingers gently pulling the pieces back toether, making her whole again. Slowly running my fingertips over old scars, reminiscing about the past. All those battles we've won, fighting side by side. Grounding her when the wind blows too hard, snatching her vitality away. Hands of goodness, treeasuring the gold between them. Two kind souls talking with each other, pushing and pulling in all the right places.

For all we know our life is lightning. A quick temporary light passing through the sky. Who knows when the thunder will come ? The rippling effect of all your actions setting life into motion. The call of your existence searching for similar souls to travel with you. Who knows how bright you'll be ? Lighting up a whole country or bringing light to a single soul. Bringing hope to those stuck in the darkness. Who knows which clouds you'll divide ? Your unique pathway through the sky guiding your soul home. Your course taking you to new horizons, to live an other existence. Who knows if you'll bring the wind with you ? Taking on the weight of the world and carrying those beautiful souls with you. Lifting nature up and offering it a journey. Who knows if the rain will follow you ? Washing away the sins of all those below so they can start over. Giving life to all beings equally. For all we know our life is lightning. And I'm sitting here, storm on the horizon, watching souls pass by.

I'm tiny on this planet. So small it wouldn't make a difference if I wasn't here. Yet my inner world is gigantic. It's full of sadness and sorrow but they are magestic. Tidal waves crashing over me. My hope, a single candle standing proud on the top of a mountain, flickering when the hurricane comes. My emotions, rivers turning into cascades, fill in all the dips and cracks. My happiness growing in those fields of sunflowers. My inner world is so rich and detailed. I wish I could show you.

Il y a bien des personnes qui ont besoin de moi, mais qui veut de moi ? Qui serait prêt voir ma part d'ombre ? A voir derrière le masque ? A l'accepter ? Et m'aider dans les jours où je n'arrive plus me battre ? Qui voudrait ramasser mon âme brisée et m'aider la reconstruire ? Et qui ne sera pas frustré quand elle se brisera nouveau ?

Some nights ther's a little devil sitting on my shoulder. Whispering all sorts of things to me. Meddling with my brain. Making all my thoughts go fuzzy. And I'd wish he'd just shut up. Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet now and again ? Everything he's saying is so tempting, yet so useless. One step forwards and two steps back. Thing is I can't shoo him away, for all I know, he's lonely too.

Here I am, a mere statue. Stuck where I am. I'll never be able to move and discover the world. My fate lies in watching you all come and go. Some may stop and watch over me for a while. Some will once glance at me. And others won't see me at all.

For here I am, a mere statue. Rain and wind have smoothened out my skin. Moss is slowly covering me. The breeze whistles through my cracks just loud enough to give me a voice. My creator thought I was beautiful but he never asked for my opinion.

For here I am, a mere statue to never wanted to exist. I didn't ask to be here. I won't weep when I start falling apart. That's life. Time wears you down until you're only dust. Oh how I wish I was dust, free to fly away with the wind.

Here I am, a mere stature. And you can come to spend time with me. You can break down in front of me. I won't mind. After all I'm doing the same, just a lot slower.

Fight through the pain my love. Do you know what's waiting for you ? Relief. That's what'll come if you push through this. The weight will lift off your shoulders. Your heart will become brighter. Your mind, free to wander on it's own. The black clouds around your head will clear. And I know it might only be temporary but it's there waiting for you.

Et je peux sentr l'océan dans mon corps,

Ses vagues rythmiques,

Et ses torrents me bouleversent.

Je suis un navire de pirate la recherche de son trésor.

When all is said and done

Will anyone remember the songs I have sung ?

The melodies I love to hum

Will anyone know or will they all be gone ?

Would you be surprised to see my bruised heart ?

Tearing at the seams and threatening to fall apart

Maybe all this is just the start

Of an other dreaded downfall

Why is it so hard to resist the pull ?

Somehow I always feel

That some of this is an illusion

And some of it is real

But I can never make the decision

To stop the spinning of the wheel

So maybe when all is said and done

Nobody will know of the melodies I loved to hum

I don't know if it's sad but it sure ain't fun

To think of a heart that's here but probably already gone.