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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
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroom
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
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
BirdsThe birds are flaunting their wings by me
Knowing I can't fly.
What a joyful, blissful gift it is
To soar in the sky –
Racing softly through the winds
Up to touch the clouds.
That's the place to look for peace,
More is to be found.
The birds keep piercing through the morning streets
Free of people's vibes.
Reveling in the river's peaceful breeze
I'm only standing by.
Chirping merrily above
They must see best of life,
Making me, the wingless one,
Be glad that I'm alive.
The birds will always frisk across this scene,
Even when I die.
And ungodly hour colors bring
Enlightening sense of life.
No matter what may be,
Birds will be around.
Long as they are here to sing,
You'll be safe and sound.
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
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
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.
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
Stone HeartStone Heart
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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