Writing Prompt #15

It was there before And would live forever A secret like this Love know by few And yet forbidden Memories are fading As they’re getting old But love remains As the only thing dear to hold on Soon… A story lost between Pages of time This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing

Writing Prompt #14

Morning walking by Your naked body against mine Deep breath of life Loosing track of time Nothing else but silence To bless this precious bond Your birth And mine This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.

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The other day, I was out in Paris, enjoying a sunny day. I was on my way to get some books at the library. And as I was in a nice area and there was a nice “salon de thé” on the way, I was ready to take myself for a little treat! I got

Writing Prompt #13

We know deep inside That the world can burn itself So many men full of pride Trying to mess up with life and death We may stand alone in this place Where hearts are hard And shortened is our breath But if we can hold our hands in the midst of chaoas And if our

Towards your dreams

Don’t look behind For it doesn’t hold What you are looking for Images fade away Memories become dust If you don’t nourish them Look forward Walk towards your dreams If you wish to take something with you May it be the best only!

Writing Prompt #11

Just a word I could feel the call One guitar chord Can take me In a place of memories Home is where Your music lead me Without anything else But your own sense Of freedom This is my poetry as part of Mona’s Writing Prompt idea.

Our truth lies within darkness

There is something inside That we hide Something we don’t want others to see We don’t want to know It could burn our eyes It could destroy the image we have There is a part of darkness A stream of shadows Hanging around There is unfolded nightmares Anger and violence Jealousy and pain Until we

The life we choose

Nothing ever prepared us to live a life that was not meant for us. We spent years trying to figure out what the world wants, how to be accepted, recognized, how to fit in. And one day we discover that all of this, is complete builshit. Our truth lies in childhood fun and dreams. It’s

Reconquest…

Because you were told That others count, before you That others were, more important than you You lost touch with the world within The time will come to recover your strenght And to be Magnificient again!

We are all artists

You may think you are not one of them. Limits are your own, only. Some words you might have heard as a kid. Some thoughts you might have kept for years. Till one day… You decide to try, to give it a go. Till one day… You choose to change your view on the subject.