One

I feel the twinge

of your breath on my spine

Raising bumps, and questions,

and land mines

And I resign myself

to the fact

That this will only ever happen

when everything is black

And I will only ever see you

ever be you

in my thoughts

in the past

on my back


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/shiver/

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Youth

I was a turtle on his back, rocking to my freedom. Set loose in a land of haste, in a world turned to badlands. I crawled to the edge of time and scored the beat of my heart to the tune of the clock. Gears shifting. Arms winding. Patience thinning. I saw myself in every one like me, but they saw no resemblance. They saw only difference. The walls around me changed with the seasons, but my temperature didn’t waver. Instead, I grew into the warmth for twelve months out of the year and was comfortable. But comfort wore like a baggy tee shirt, and I was swimming in ignorance and complacency. When I began to feel the cold, I tied the string of a balloon around my neck and lifted off ground. I floated away as the walls collapsed, no longer having a reason to stand firm. Now I weave in and out of the measure of my symphony, and replay my youth to remind me that no matter how far into the future I make it, it’s never far off behind.


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/youth/

Your edge of the world

There are thousands of miles between

your golden coast

and mine concrete

Thousands of things to go wrong

potential for heartache

potential for loss

Potential for fresh faces turned

weather beaten moss

Thousands of reasons not to

thousands of reasons I want to

With every step towards

your edge of the world

I am more confident

that this is crazy

and more confident

in the path ahead

Just so long as it

leads me to swim

in your eyes


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/eyes/

Carpe occasionem

Overtly

Bent on

Seizing

Every

Single

Slightly

Entrenching

Dalliance


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/obsessed/

Buoyant

I am breathless

Blue in the face

eyes lifeless

below the surface

But if you flip

the perspective

then suddenly

My head becomes

above water

So is it

all in my mind?

Or

all in my lungs?


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/surface/

Hung up

via Daily Prompt: Maybe


Maybe they’re not obstacles,

but mere extra steps

Forcing me to think the thoughts

I hung up to dry

but that I could never quite get

wrinkle-free

Maybe

Maybe I am set to be

the minnow to your stream

Wriggling away from

near-certain death

beneath prepubescent heels

And though I may cheat demise

a couple dozen times

Who’s to say I won’t swim

into the mouth

of my most famed predator?

Or be hung up myself?

It very well

may come to be

Maybe

L’histoire de l’aubergine

Au travail aujourd’hui, une cliente s’est approché de ma caisse poussant un chariot plein de courses. Parmi les courses, il y avait une aubergine qui avait une déformation. Normalement, les clients ne veulent pas acheter des produits avec des déformations, mais cette femme a donné une chance à l’aubergine. Voici une photo :

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Ses enfants l’avaient même décorés.

Mon amie m’a dit que ça ressemblait à Skeeter de l’émission (dessin animé) « Doug » :

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MDR

Qu’en pensez-vous ? Achèteriez-vous du produit comme ça ? Si vous avez eu des expériences similaires, racontez-en dans un commentaire. 🙂

(S’il vous plaît, n’hésitez pas à corriger mes erreurs. Je voudrais bien à améliorer mon français.)

Stimulus

This is how your brain

responds to pleasure

The flares go up,

the lights blow out of pressure

Your eyes grow wide,

but your engines cool

Blood can still run warm

if you have the right tools

You’re a monster, you know,

from what I hear

A well-oiled machine

I’m walking away with my heart

stuck in the gears

My head lodged in a dream

Learn Numbers 1-100 in French

imageBonjour… C’est moi… Je me demandais si, après tous ces ans, vous souhaitez rencontrer…

😀 Hello. It’s been a while! I’ve been meaning to post for months now, but I’m working on what will be my very first entry written completely in French. I don’t work on it every day, so it’s taking me longer than it probably should. It’ll be coming soon.

In the meantime, I’ve taken my love and passion for language and delved into the whimsical world of YouTube. I’ve decided to begin recording my journey to French fluency, as a way to benefit myself as a means of practice, as well as to hopefully benefit new or prospective learners. That said, I posted my first (language-related) video a couple of days ago. Follow along and learn how to count from 1 to 100 en français ! The way numbers operate in French is very interesting, and although basic, has been something I’ve struggled with in the past. I recorded this video to serve as a refresher  for myself, and maybe it can even help you, too. 🙂

Watch here:

Let me know what you think, either below, or in a YouTube comment.

Stay happy. See you soon.

Good Place

There was more of me then

More to this skin and bone template

My face lit up well with such livelihood

It complemented me like the bad does the good

Now I’ve been bulldozed by he who came before

I was in a good place but not anymore

There was less of the moon then

Less of a light at night and I slept soundly

Now I major in shortcomings and I study my flaws

Sharp with resentment and threatening like claws

Now my feathers are plucked and I’m stripped to the core

I was in a good place but not anymore

You’ll have to excuse my morose sense of reality

But I’ve learned that Hell’s arrows don’t specifically aim for me

And the ones that do strike leave a lasting impression

I’ve lived through all this and yet I’m still second-guessing

There was more to me then

More than just primary colors

But my wheels keep turning despite their golden rust

There are beautiful things that can be built from the dust

Now the crows may have perched next to my eyes

But I’m in a good place this time