And they tell you
Out of tragedy, legends are born
But none seem to mention the struggle
While weaving the heroic tale.
They only talk ballads,
Of monsters slain, and battles won,
But none remember the sacrifices,
They only assume a hero has it all.
Ave,It's never enough for him,
she'll always be the punching bag
he enjoys to torture so.
Even when he's not around,
his cruelty never fades.
His twisted morals don't allow him to let her go.
He drops off the face of the earth,
a month or two, even more,
but the million memories are still there,
battling, struggling and ripping her
from the inside out,
a massacre within her heart.
With a thousand thoughts in her mind,
and the burning ache in her soul
she holds her pride to her throat,
ready to let her boiling blood pour.
Only then he comes back,
to renew his vows, to reignite
the longing, the sorrow, the so called love.
He took her for granted, that was his sole fault.
He stands aside, envious of her smile, though,
she's no longer his, and her eyes look the other way
while she shares a dance with another man.
She's no longer the wreck he worked so hard to create,
she now soars in skies he can't even dream to reach.
She sees him, but doesn't care,
behind his fanged smile and cold glare
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
A True RulerMoney rules this world boy,
never let that slip out of your thoughts.
No one would question your actions,
as long as you pay in hefty notes.
Don't you love the social norms,
That made it possible for us to get it all,
Driven by a whim or a simple nod?
While others claw, fight, and even bleed
chasing after their very basic needs,
but all this trouble is as good as dust
if you still can't pay for the things you hold as rights.
Watch us steal dreams, and suck
life and will, while we enslave you behind a desk.
We mock your troubles, and laugh so hard
when you'er about to fall and crumble.
It's not our fault you weren't born
holding on to a golden spoon.
Who cares for how many moments you miss,
While trying to live and sustain,
Or how many relationships die because
You were busy donating sweat,
to the very jobs that promised you to thrive.
And oh, remember those fairy tales you recite,
Of love, family, and a cozy home?
We promise you, you'd tumble under a pile
Of bills for every littl
Upside-DownIn an upside-down world,
Our first meeting will lack shyness,
and the rules of social etiquette,
instead it'll be an insult towards you,
and a bullet through my head
shot from a smoking pistol,
you clutch in your hands.
We'll get to know each other through neglect,
I'll let you go to bed mad,
and you'll hurt me on a whim.
I'll never say I love you,
it's a privilege you can't get.
I'll simply shoo you off,
and you'll give me the finger and walk away.
In this world, where beginnings are tearful,
the endings will be our joy, they'll be the point
where we're supposed to fall in love,
and grow bored of our hurtful routine.
Only then, I'll pull you close and whisper,
about the first time I snapped a picture of
your heart melting smile, the one that
sent me tumbling to the ground,
in the middle of the road, and sent
my coffee splashing all over me.
You were the one who offered me help.
I'll admit I long for your embrace
in the cold mornings when it's raining
You always said we should
count the stars one by one,
for when we reach an infinite,
we'll find the happiness we always sought.
Your bedtime stories were always
about the good, old lady who
decided to knit a blanket for
all the children of the world but,
someone always got left out.
Now I wonder if this was your way
of telling me we were never meant to last.
You braid my dreams,
a single strand at a time,
In each knot I'd hide a runaway fish,
and in every braid I'd search for a hope.
You said I could be the princess,
and you're the knight who'd keep me safe,
because the world around us is so cruel
but you never told me,
I had to be strong on my own.
I vowed to pray in your name,
whenever you lit a candle,
in search for more of our promises
that scattered away in the dark,
but we both knew you won't find any,
you've already gave them to someone else
you were no longer mine,
I barely recognize you anymore.
I wonder if I'll stop seeing the spring
Dear little oneBe still tormented little boy,
she's the one for you but
you can no longer call her name.
All your dreams have burned and expired
and you hate to go to sleep
not to see her haunt your nights
and revive a hope you tried hard to purge.
Everyday starts the same,
a quiet, innocent hey, but
behind it there's a ton
of words you no longer speak.
You took an unspoken vow
to keep it buried deep below
and pretend things are okay.
There are days when it hurts
too much to hold back the truth,
and you can't deal with the lump that lurks in your throat.
Oh little boy you wonder if she knows
how much you struggle
to keep your smile burning across your lips,
or how many times you swallow
your pride not to stir a war.
Maybe you're obsessed by now
and she's only playing along,
out of pity because you've lost it all.
If I CouldIf I could,
I'd climb over the walls of fate,
pick your days one by one,
make sure they're filled
with happiness and joy.
If I could,
I'd go to the farthest shrine.
The top of the highest mountain,
and steal two clouds out of heaven
only to place them as pillows under your head.
If I could,
I'd fill your bed with rose petals,
break a thousand bottles of perfume,
and offer you a small jar that holds
the scent of earth after the first rain.
It's as simple as such,
my gifts will never be
in the hands of another,
For you're the one I call love.
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tight
As he felt her amber hair flutter about in the breeze
Looks scattered timidly, unrestrained heartbeats faded away
This young adventurer finally found the fragrance he'd die for.
Putrid seas of despair became Twilight's holdings
Here comes victorious Dawn, hammering her flowered flag into
The possessed boy's skull. This new Freedom he was blessed,
Kept running through his mind as if he has lived thousands of lives.
He craved her all night long, a fellow bottle in hand
Waiting made his night last longer than eternal Oblivion
Howling as a lost soul, until he smells her again,
The shy boy was reeked of youth's insouciance,
On his fresh field
Haunted(English version below)
Mes rêves me parlent encore de toi,
Sous une pluie battante où ces lames s'écrasent contre moi,
Chaque goutte m'est plus douloureuse que la précédente.
En hurlant au désespoir, Solitude me contemple et compatit.
Seule, je me noie
Dans ces marécages sonores où ton nom résonne,
Asphyxiée par ma propre respiration, dans un murmure
Mes poumons se remplissent de ce manque.
Cette corde du désespoir à laquelle je suis pendue
Cédera bientôt sous le poids de mes tourments
Permettant à mon esprit de prendre son triste envol.
Un champ fleuri écorché vif dans la fleur de l'âge,
Mon âme m'est arrachée comme les racines du vieux chêne.
Je ne suis qu'une carcasse vide voguant sur l'océan de la dépression
Où j'ai l'impression que même le vent souffle ton nom.
My dreams are still talking to me about you,
Ode to the wilted CamelliaIt all began with a smile...
The freshly awaken Camellia, morning's wonder
Highlighted even on a rubies' field
She was her own spring sun ; a mellifluous beauty
The gullible Camellia, tricked by this charming rose
Got stung to the blood, cleaned out of her inner light.
Another victim of this world's rottenness
The saddening outcome of a barbaric act.
The daughter of Nature got fouled
Reeked of the rose's stench
Acid rain poured on this virgin sprout
And lost her blossom forever
She dreams of nightmares, craves forgetfulness
Floods of tears under the bloody moon
Her desperate and heartbreaking screams
shatter the icy silence of the Withering Night.
Eternity may not be long enough
For the Camellia to shed all her sorrow -
Oh ruthless Scythe!
You sent to the skies such a pretty Camellia.
...It all ended with a bullet.
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
Defying FateI grasp Fate by his throat,
scold him for walking uninvited into my home.
I empty the pockets
of his worn out coat
and the happiness of a city,
scatters across my kitchen's floor.
"Aren't you ashamed?
You steal our dreams,
our long awaited goals,
the hope, the memories,
the fleeting I love you's,
and a newborn's first yawn.
Give it back to the people!
That's not what they had planned at all!"
He's old and weary, yet he smiles,
words form in a soft tone,
a total contrast to my screaming voice.
"Oh, but I am a servant of Time,
I can't bring back what's lost,
some dreams are meant to be stolen,
they're too grand to come true."
He twitches when he sees my gun,
a little revolver I load and aim to my skull.
"My dreams are mine you can't steal them tonight,
I'm not a puppet in your parade,
I'll not be driven by your strings and galore,
It's my life and I choose to defy!"
It doesn't even hurt when my blood spatters to the floor.
It was once called homeWhen an old man bends,
and picks a crust of bread,
kisses it, then feeds it to a dove.
You can't help but wonder,
if bread is now more sacred than blood.
When darkness rides down the road,
and you're stopped by a dozen barricades
so a soldier with a gun,
would confirm your innocence.
They did search me too,
but didn't find a home in my bag.
In a city where war is a street away,
yet everyone is breathing death
you remember when you lost a few marks,
because you wrote that the creatures in the sea,
also feed on the dead as much as on the living.
If only you can see that teacher again,
he'd give you those marks and cry.
When the market is still bustling with life,
socks, and food, cigarettes and hidden agents,
and a few other checkpoints with guns,
the tissue you use to wipe your tears,
might be the next bomb that
starts a downpour of blood.
In my city everyone has aged,
maybe thirty or forty years at a time.
It hasn't been so long,
but right now it's a faraway dream.
A land w
MartyrI don't want a wedding dress,
No music, no roses,
On our wedding day,
I'll wear black,
and use your blood-stained helmet
as my veil.
On our wedding day,
I'll hang our pictures out
on the fence around the house,
light candles in your name,
enough to make the stars bow to your allure.
Your lingering scent will replace the odor of spring,
and every new blossom will have a piece of you.
On our wedding day,
I'll wear the makeup you always loved,
and I'll wait under the old tree in our little town
My tears will run, but I won't dry them,
I'll welcome you with mascara lines running down my face
On the day of our wedding, I'll wear black.
Hold my head up high, and put on your helmet as my veil
I'll wait for you in front of everyone, and run to you,
when you come up the narrow, bumpy road.
On the day of our wedding, I'll cry.
Hug the flag that warms your cold body,
and replace the laurel on your forehead with mint
I'll hold you, claim our first kiss,
on that day, I'll be your glorious bri
EndlessThe darkness matches your eyes,
Is it too much of an unfair accusation?
Or a bit too sad?
Perhaps it's a little too certain,
but I can't seem to care.
The kindness of your poems stirs
too many feelings I once buried,
an endless hunger, an exhaustion
that forced me to drop my jaded rings,
and lose the rose I once planted in my heart.
I offered you a field of bread,
soft pillows, and barely survived
the stomping horses that dragged
carriages of almonds to your feet
instead of running to the far edges of the world.
Spill your answers into me,
I still can't get myself to care,
whatever you say has lost its meaning,
I no longer know what's lie and what's the truth.
A wall stands between us now,
and darkness goes well with candles and wine,
but still a perfect match for the look in your eyes.
I know you're scrambling a reply, but
I know it's just as scattered as your shadows,
we no longer have a light.
I breathe, you breathe.
I blow, you blow.
I toss left and right, you toss ten
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Ma muse aveugle(English version below)
Elle laisse à mi-chemin la froide brume dans les ténèbres épais,
Disparue malicieusement en catimini derrière un nuage d'engelures
Elle passe, s'arrête et se fige dans cette toile pleine de tristesse ;
M’apparaissant lors de mes nuits glaciales assombries par le chagrin.
Vêtue de ta robe d'albâtre que mes tourments essaient de salir
Radieuse en ce soir dont tu as drainé toute lumière, tu représentes
La quintessence de la beauté éternelle, l'unique perle du ciel,
Vestige de mes vies inachevées.
L'Attente tisse ses gelures au fil de nos jours trop long
De ses membres décrépits, sans fin. La Lune, ma muse...
Ton éclat se meurt dans les méandres de notre souffrance,
Sur ton visage de marbre, une expression figée depuis des siècles
Un sourire se cache-t-il derrière tes cicatrices ?
Ensemble, nous attendons patiemme
MothersI see them every single day,
They're everywhere I go.
Their sharp words and overt disdain
Are always quick to show.
No tenderness in their eyes,
And no love in voice –
Short-tempered women, so unwise,
The thieves of children's joys.
They're not the ones who leave in need,
They grant more than enough.
What can be bought they're sure to give,
Convinced that this is love.
They think that they infuse respect
Through their constant yell
That fills those little humans' heads
With fear they cannot quell.
Indifferent to the tears and cries,
They think there's no choice
But turn to methods true and tried –
A smack to stop the noise.
A well-behaved child's all it takes
To calm their stupid hearts,
Conniving at concerns and aches
Of their own flesh and blood.
Self-righteous, they don't ever seem
To question what they'll raise.
They deride their children's dreams
Like they're a waste of space.
How cruel it is to disregard
The one, you know for sure,
Can love you after being scarred,
Thank you(French version below)
Since that day when you fell from the Golden Gate
Foundered with so many other human wrecks, solitary;
One more treasure lost down to the abyss,
And a part of me that will remain sunk forever.
I forgot you.
I hardly believed there was still enough room in my heart...
You would have liked him. Everything about him reminds me of you.
I needed a fresh start, a new life;
The chalk walls bore the indelible mark of our fingers
The wind's blast whispered in my ears as you used to do
Our footprints on eternal snows, and an edelweiss who slept there.
I saw you through his smile.
I had to forget you.
For being the drug that made my piteous brain work
The foundation that prevented me from collapsing and being crushed
My Moon while the Sun burned my epidermis alive
My oxygen, this lung I missed and craved
For loving me and making me feel gorgeous
Thank you and... sorry I lied to you.
I will never be able to forget you.
Haikus from our love
Pink Sakura buds
The wild wind of youth is there
Our love blooms again
Des bourgeons roses de Sakura
Le vent sauvage de la jeunesse est là
Et notre amour fleurit à nouveau
A dropped caress -
More beautiful than ever
She belongs to me
Une caresse déposée -
Plus belle que jamais
Bed of wilted hopes
A smile is sealed on this face
Last Winter of her life
Lit d'espoirs fanés
Un sourire est scellé sur ce visage
Le dernier Hiver de sa vie
Master of puppets(French version below)
He has his dolls wrapped around his finger
Willing to besmirch their honor, soil their souls
Do degrading things, human things.
Just to survive in this fouled world
Survive one more day
And struggle against the fear of being still alive.
But these poor little creatures of silk have little choice
The master is pulling all the strings.
Master, your dolls aren't mere puppets:
Behind their frozen appearance, drugs as an only friend
Nobody to release them from this putrid hold.
Only used to entertain your guests
They know they're dirty, they feel dirty. They know
The experience of violence, ashamed to exist.
Missing a heart like a real marionette,
The master knew how to handle his puppets as no one
And make them enticing to the eye of his audience,
Closing on them his grip of terror.
On a beautiful sunny morning, the master,
Strutting in front of his collection, noticed with pleasure that
His brothel never had such succ
I can't breathe no moreThe whispering wind drops off memories on the road
Smells of winter.
Foggy trees, hidden flowers, fleeting scenery, everything blurs
The maze of my brain.
Shivering as if I was drunk with grief
Human wreck stares at me, hollow gaze
My past lives are hung on the wall of oblivion
Reborn from grief.
Eternal darkness reign above me, on this oppressive night
Snows of coal.
The image of your grave stuck in my head
As dead as you.
Ta voix(English version below)
Au loin, ta silhouette s'efface de plus en plus sur l'ardoise de ma mémoire. Comme soufflée par le vent assassin, dans un nuage de craie.
Des années passent et le temps, ce bourreau, fait gentiment son office. De quelle couleur étaient tes yeux, tes cheveux, tes joues ? Je m'en vais présenter mes respects à toi, mon ami que j'ai oublié et dont seule la voix reste encore.
Perdue sur cette allée que je redoute, j'ébrèche chaque chêne comme pour partager ma souffrance. Tremblante de chagrin, chutant à chaque pas ; j'appréhende comme toujours ce funeste face-à-face. Ma poitrine se déchire sous les coups de l'Angoisse, impériale et immuable. Et parmi les corbeaux haut perchés, je rampe péniblement jusqu'à toi, là où ta voix me guidera.
...Le silence sourd émanant de ta tombe est le seul son qui parvient
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