Ou est le sens de la vie? by Xchilly-angelX, literature
Literature
Ou est le sens de la vie?
Où est le sens de la vie?
Il est dur de comprendre quelquefois
Que des larmes qui habitent au bord des yeux
Peuvent un jour couler par tristesse ou par bonheur
Il est dur de comprendre à quel point on peut être malheureux
Avec si peu de choses qui comblent nos vies
Or Je ne sais pas crier, et encore moins pleurer
Je conserve alors, tous mes pleurs dans mon coeur déchiré
Je ne saurais voir ou prendre l'aide qui me vient
Je ne saurai même pas comment prendre Sa main
Il est dur de comprendre, que cela peut prendre des mois
Avant d'enfin accepter le mal qui vous rongeait,
De l'exposer, de le raconter, le dire, comme si de rien n'éta
Je regarde le monde qui me fuit,
Ce monde où aucune réalité n'est douce à dire,
Où le moindre sourire est suspect de traîtrise,
Ce monde où une coupure bien placée
Peut décider que ça finit, que ç'en est assez,
Alors s'échappe de cette entaille un flot écarlate,
Tel une rigole d'amertume, déversant toute la malice du monde
En un petit tourbillon rouge et chaud.
Doucement, la mort nous berce de ses bras réconfortants
Et lentement, le someil le plus paisible, la nuit la plus douce, la plus longue,
Nous saisit tendrement, en nous disant d'oublier ce monde,
Ce monde qui a causé ces deux traits sombres,seuls témoins d'un désespoir san
Her Favorite Element by Xchilly-angelX, literature
Literature
Her Favorite Element
Bioluminescence. Thats all she can think about before the hit. "There is bioluminescence here and I know what that word means"
Looking down in the water she can see all the fish (probably disturbed by the current) shining, moving around, swiming pointlessly in that cold, black water. They grow bigger at a crazy speed.
"Don't scream, the night's calm and the moon is beautiful. Don't disturb that with your silly fears. You've already disturbed enough the world as it is. Yeah...silly fears...it's only water after all...your favorite element. Beautiful wat..."
She won't finish that word, nor that sentence. The drawing for her friend will alway
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The Kiss
A kiss...what exactly is a kiss?
A kiss is like a breath
A little, humid softness,
The palpitation of two lips,
A bit of tenderness given on the corner of a cheek
Of a mouth or even on the whole body of the other
A frozen moment, as short as the dew of a feeling
A kiss is like a sparkle of a star in the immensity of the cosmos
It's good like a golden bread, made with love.
A kiss is like a slice of eternity
That's going to rely two lives with the best of themselves.
A kiss given like a sparkle of light must be recieved, amplified,
To be completed.
2- To be a victim is for some a full-time job that leaves no time for
When you feel alone,
When you need someone
To clear those shining tears
From your bright eyes,
When you need a friend
To help you remember
What your feathery wings are for,
You won't have to call me.
I'll be looking up
At all those mysterious stars
Upon the black, velvet coat of the night,
Hiding the face of God.
I'll be looking at all those shining miracles,
And I'll come to you.
I'll be there, by your side,
To warm you up through the night,
My arms locked around you,
As light as the touch of the morning dew.
I'll be holding you closely,
To let nothing separate our hearts,
And always keep them beating at the same pace,
Dark angel, yeah right x__x by Xchilly-angelX, literature
Literature
Dark angel, yeah right x__x
Dark Angel, Yeah right!!
Saying things in order to ruin my life,
That's his function
He might be ho! so loved by some others
But with me, the only thing he does
Is torning my soul,
Ripping me apart
And make my eyes water.
I seem him every day,
Normal: I'm in his class
(invading HIS class, actually)
He thinks he's so superior and powerful.
In fact...he might be.
He's got the power of life and death upon me
I almost killed myself for him
His words brought me back
In some dark corner of my mind,
Where no one loves me,
Where his arms are for me
The ones I used to love,
But are now the ones crushing my life,
Reducing it to no
Careful with real life... by Xchilly-angelX, literature
Literature
Careful with real life...
Careful with real life!
She seems so quiet, so calm
But in fact she's disgusted.
Disgusted of this disease called life
Disgusted of the people around her.
Her madness turned into a trip.
A whole trip she can do in her own head,
In the farthest corner of her subcontious mind,
Where she can finally be alone
And feel the softness of silence.
Playing a video game,
She doesn't even see the screen.
The moving squares are for her
As insignifiant as the death of an ant.
The boredom kingdom.
Ho! It rhymes!
That made her day.
Two words made her happy for 24 hours.
And then...death...
For milleniums we've seeked the explanation, the s
What's the matter?
One guy,
Two guys what's the matter?
They're both perfect
Chose this man,
Chose him not
The other one's waiting
Don't make him suffer.
Life's so short
Why not take them both?
No, wait
Respect.
One's got to be the one.
The one to fill your life
The little girl's growing up.
"Make a choice, but,
Don't be wrong
You must be perfect
Or else you'll be...
Well...you'll be laughed at"
Pressure, Pressure,
Can't you leave her shoulders,
For one second?
Hamlet or Romeo?
Don Juan or Don Quichotte?
Time for her to breathe
Ho! Won't she chose
Between two guys
That love her
And that she loves?
One guy,
Two
My dream...my only dream... by Xchilly-angelX, literature
Literature
My dream...my only dream...
Slowly dancing through the night
Snow cover us with its soft, white coat.
He's holding my hand,
Warming me up at the same pace
As my hear does.
I'm pulling him closer.
His lips upon my face
Effectuate a soft waltz,
Carressing my skin
With those two pink perfections
With his ivory teeth showing
In a gorgeous smile.
His hand gliding through my hair
Gives me goosebumps.
His deep, warm, chestnut eyes
Smothering me
With this comforting look
Only he can have.
We get inside a church,
To feel this quiet atmosphere
We can only get in the house of God.
We lie on a banch,
As a requiem is being played.
We're holding eachother,
B
Hey guys!!
just wanted to make an update of my journal since I wrote the last one...in august :S
hehe ^_^;
erm whats new??
well as you guessed, I'm TOTALLY IN LOVE
and it feels great ;)
part from that I'm really really sick...
I spent the whole afternoon at the emergency (??? how dyou say that??? à l'urgence...whatever) yesterday with my friend...
I have a very bad """amygdalite""" the things in the throat that swell when they're infected and that some ppl take off....
anyways and it went in my lungs so it's pretty bad and it hurts as hell
and my bf's in Toronto this week-end to make a surprise for his auntie's 50th bd so he's
hmmmm what to say??
Really everything's going well.
Job's so so considering it really kills me...but it's worth it cuz it pays kinda good.
So yeah...it's my bf's birthday on friday...still have to find a gift...
Part from that well...gimme news of you, guys!
Love ya'll
:hug:
Sometimes we think our parents are so cruel.
My dad sent me this today, I guess he took it on a website even thought he didn't give me the link.
Still...sometimes it feels good to cry ourselves to sleep ... as long as those tears are some of peace and happiness...
Je vais essayer de m'en souvenir.
Je t'aime, imparfaitement, mais je t'aime. P'pa x x x x
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I love you as you are, as you seek to find your own special way to relate to the world.
I know it is important that you are the person you want to be and not someone else that I or others 'think' you should