November 22, 2013

Nighttime Inspirations 8

I'm starting to love poetry. I hope you do too!!

A Star For You

Millions of stars
Shine in your night sky.
Millions of stars
Fight for your attention.

Millions of stars.
I was never the one
To shine so bright
I would catch your eye.

Millions of stars.
What would be enough
To make me stand out,
Different, special to you?

One in a million,
Not worth your time.
You're not worth mine,
My light will shine for an other.

November 14, 2013

Exercice 3

Voici mon premier travail noté. Les consignes étaient d'écrire une fiction en deux versions, l'une à la première personne au passé dans des phrases amples et l'autre à la troisième personne au présent dans des phrases plus courtes. Je vous offre la deuxième version réécrite suite aux commentaires de mes camarades de classe et de mon professeur.

Évasion

Il n’y a rien, que le noir. Le jeune homme sent l’humidité percer sa peau, atteindre ses os. Frissons. Les formes devant lui sont imperceptibles. Impossible de se repérer. Un bruit. Sa tête tourne, alerté comme un chien. Des pas, peut-être. Il ne peut distinguer quoique ce soit. Comment se diriger? Il tâtonne autour de lui. Un pied devant l’autre, lentement, doucement. Il sait qu’il doit trouver une sortie.

Ses mains touchent des surfaces froides, des meubles poussiéreux. Les murs de pierre le rassurent presque. Ce sont ses seuls guides dans cette noirceur totale. Il se fie à eux pour le conduire hors du sous-sol. C’est un véritable labyrinthe... Il lui arrive trop souvent de longer un couloir qui ne mène nulle part. Les portes qui ouvrent sur des pièces fermées sont nombreuses. Aucune sortie. Il ignore entièrement où il se trouve, ses souvenirs sont flous. Des images ici et là lui reviennent de temps à autres. On dirait… on dirait que le lieu lui parle. Il est de plus en plus persuadé d’avoir habité cet endroit.

Nighttime Inspirations 7

Meanings of love

Love takes many forms
Love for things
Love for family
Love for friends
Love for a lover

When you say I love you
Do you always know which one you mean?
It gets confusing sometimes
Because you want to love
You love to love
You love being loved

What is love?
Love isn't lust
Love isn't jealous
Love isn't controlled
Love isn't manipulative

So what is real, true love?

True love fights until death
And beyond
True love never gives up
True love is true
No lies, no secrets, no doubts

But true love only exists in fairy tales
And we are only human
We are wrong and we fail
We make mistakes
We hurt and get hurt

True love might not be of this world
But love is
Everywhere
If you look around
Just open your heart
And trust
That's the hardest part

October 31, 2013

The Dagger of Exion - Part 7

The sea was sparkling under the sun, blinding me of with the millions of diamonds. The air was cool, a light salty breeze flowing in the large sails. There was not a single cloud in the sky, not a sign of a storm. It was a beautiful day and yet, I was green. Lying down on the deck, I felt like le world would never stop moving around me. I clearly wasn’t made for sea life but I had been the one to put this expedition together, thanks to Brendt. The sailors were making fun of me, but they assured me it would pass in a few days unless I was really unlucky. Silva was just as unlucky as me and spent most his days lying down somewhere.

The week following that night in the tavern where I met Brendt was quite hectic. Each night, we would go in a different place and he would sing the adventure I was promising. Some took it as a simple story, other thought I was crazy. A few were interested in joining and, as the word spread, I ended up with a nice crew and a ship.

Kaliana was a tall and beautiful woman. She had dark hair and dark eyes with a golden ring fitting her tanned skin. She seemed like she could see right through you and when she came to me, she said very simply that she would join for her own sake. She never explained and I didn’t ask questions. If she wanted to keep her reasons private, I would respect that. I felt I could trust her though she was a pirate, her eyes were honest.

October 12, 2013

Exercice 2

Thème : Vidéo de Yang Fudong, First Spring

Une nouvelle ère

Regarde, ma chérie, comme la Chine a changée. Non, n’aie pas peur, nous sommes un peuple puissant, nous nous adapterons. Observe bien les traces du passé s’ancrer dans le nouveau monde. Les Étrangers y inscriront leur marque, mais nous, nous ne disparaîtrons pas.

Regarde ces hommes aux traits familiers, mais habillés comme des Étrangers. Ils sont toujours les fils de nos pères, les pères de nos fils. Comme un serpent, ils ont changé de peau, mais ils restent des nôtres. Leurs yeux sont les mêmes, ils reflètent la même détermination. Ils veulent réussir à la manière des Étrangers, mais c’est notre pays qu’ils veulent enrichir.