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**The girl who watched** (part 2)Emma and Rafaël were both thinking.
- 'How did you know that?', Emma said pensively.
- 'I heard you singing'
- 'I never sing'
- 'But I heard you, I know it was you'
- 'I only hum, sometimes'
- 'But you pronounced the lyrics of your song'
- 'It isn't my song'
Rafaël looked at her with an interrogative face.
- 'Who's is it then?'
- 'I can't tell'
Emma darted an irritated glance at him and kept quiet. He looked away and shut his mouth.
But he could not hide his curiosity.
- 'Where does it come from?', he asked suspiciously.
- 'From the fire'
The boy reacted strangely and looked in her eyes.
- 'What do you mean?'
Emma looked up at his chocolate eyes and said seriously:
- 'The song comes from the fire'
- 'The fire...', Rafaël repeated thoughtfully.
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DrowningSadness is slowly dripping into my mind
Drowning the happy thoughts
I can't remember them
Two buckets are weighing heavy on my shoulders
One filled with hope and love
One filled with disappointment and dust
The monotonous sound of rain I hear
Is making my eyes sting
I wonder why.
No tomorrowTomorrow I'll just sleep away
So I'll have nothing to do
Nothing to say
Tomorrow I wont wake up
So I wont have to listen
Wont have to talk
Tomorrow will fade away
For my eyes
And for my soul
Because when my eyes are open
And my ears are listening
There's nothing to hear
Nothing to see
In front of me
The only thing I can't hide
Is what I feel
When they are gone
The only thing that I feel
Looking all over the sky
Clouds like wooly duvets of dust
Hanging above her head
Holding a blue dotted umbrella
Hearing the rain
Like from a turned on faucet of the sky
She closed her eyes
And listened to the thunder
She let her body carried
With the wind
As she turned her feet
The world turned its back to her
She was suddenly left alone
Forgotten in a colorless street
Slowly fading away.
**The girl who watched** (Part 1)The night recovered the sky. The wind howled outside but the stars shone above.
The village was very quiet, the only sound you could hear was the sound of an owl.
The sky was so clear that it seemed that someone sowed it with a sack of stars.
Everything was peaceful; it was dark except the moonlight. All the windows and doors were closed. Except one single window. It was a pretty window, with little indigo blue doors. The window was half open, not too much. Two sparkling green eyes were curiously looking through the small opening. The owner of those eyes was Emma.
A fourteen-year-old girl. She was called "The Watcher" because of her curiosity that drove her to look everywhere and always.
She had the impressing talent of being able to appear and disappear anywhere.
Behind any wall, any tree she could be. But she was not scary. No one actually saw her very much, because, as soon as people felt her eyes in their back and turned, she was not there anymore.
Emma was a kind girl, at l
ShadowAs the sun comes up
And blinds my eyes
I turn my back to the light
The moon left me behind
The stars betrayed me
The darkness broke my heart
My echo is the only voice I hear
Shadows are the only things I see
My tears try to escape slowly
From my eyes
As I turn back
And look at the sky
I just ask
Why this feeling took my soul
But the tender breeze
Caressing my face
Stays silent as the air
The horizon seems to fade away
The clouds to leave
But maybe it's just me
Turning my back
To the world.
Fading wordsI still kept
The words you wrote
On this piece of paper
They are fading
But not in my heart
The wind tries to erase them
But I hold them close
To my chest
Feeling my heart beating
Once in a while
Just for you.
Deeper than the dark
Making you lose your mind
Falling faster than the dusk
There was a storm coming
They said lightnings would
Rule over the sky
And dark rainy clouds
Would cover the atmosphere
Doors and windows
I was alone
Admiring nature's rage
The raindrops fell down on me
The wind playfully blew around me
The sun could not pierce the clouds anymore
But suddenly it made me feel
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save me
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
Four EverSugar coated, and devoted
To the bright side of life.
Optimistic, and artistic
With a blessed soul and mind.
May God bless you, for breaking through
The darkest side of death.
Keep your smile clear, my precious dear
For it brightens the sky.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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