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How funny it is.

It's funny to see how someone can erase you from it's life or how someone can love another just like that. It's funny to see how someone can cry so easily but find it so hard to apologize. It's funny to see people lie and other believe. To see lovers that don't even know their birthdays. To see that a stranger think you look good and want to talk to you, and that some others talk in your back because they think you look good. It's funny to see a nobody smile or laugh. It's funny that we can envy someone else. It's funny to look inside people, to see what they really think. That behind their smile, they just wanna cry. And to see that some people try to forget the truth, just because it's ugly, instead of assuming the fact that they did a mistake. It's funny that we fear such beautiful think as love or friendship, just because they think they gonna be hurt. It's funny to see how people forget, and how some otherreally don't. To see how easy it is to judge someone and how hard it is to hear our judgment. It's funny to see that the grass is really greener the other side, but just a few days and then regret what we've done. It's funny that we have regrets, that we didn't think before we act, that at this specific time, we didn't care and how we realize like, two seconds after we started, that we feel bad about this. After, it's funny to see what we'll do. Say it or keep it for us. Cuz' everybody knows that the truth run after you, and it will get you someday. In an other mind, the truth is buried very deep, and lying is so much easier. It's funny to see how someone react to the truth and to see the lier react to it's lies too. And it's funny because sometimes, lies really lasts like, so looooong and they even lasts to death. But almost everytimes, the truth wins because everybody knows that humans can't keep their mouth closed and that a secret is never known by just one person.

-Poquito-

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#Posté le vendredi 11 novembre 2011 13:00

Modifié le dimanche 13 novembre 2011 21:54

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Promise me that you never wanted to be mine, that you never wanted to hold my hand. Promise me that I was just another one. That you never wanted to kiss me. Promise me that you never loved me. And promise me, that I'm no one for you, that you don't think about me. That you don't want trouble no more, with me. That you're over me. Promise me that you're happy without me. That I'm just a stranger to you. That I'm not in your life. Promise me that you don't care. Promise me you don't want me anymore, that I'm not in your mind, never. Promise me that you don't love me, that the only one is he. Please, promise me that you'll never think about me anymore, that I am and will always be a nobody for you. Promise me that I won't be your trouble no more, that I'll never be in your surronding again. Promise me that you won't care about me no more, that you won't need me, that you won't want me, that you'll never be in love with me. Because I'll probably always love you.
-Poquito-

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#Posté le jeudi 15 septembre 2011 13:54

Modifié le lundi 25 juin 2012 14:55

La Folie du Bouffon.

Encore dans ce pays, Le Pays des Presques-Merveilles, Le Bouffon vie. Avec autant de grace qu'avant, peut-être un peu plus, peut-être un peu moins... Il regarde au travers des arbres qui forment la Forêt Rougeatre du Presque-Millieu, le Royaume du Presque-Intelligent. Ce royaume ou tout change n'importe quand, pour n'importe quelles raisons. Les arbres rouges sont redevenues bourgeonnants et très, rouges. Bien ancrés, ils ne sont pas prêts a bouger. Le Royaume, quant a lui, est fortifié de touts coter. Barrieres magiques, barricades de bois, soldats farrouches. Et la Reine Rouge-Sang, qui controle toutes ces défenses. Toujours aussi magnifiquement jalouse. Noire et rose, elle tient un rôle important dans ce royaume. Belle, perçante, folle, elle en fait chavirer plus d'un. Mais un, de ses dires, la fait chavirer plus que tout. Le seul, l'unique, le con, le délabré, le galan, le beau, le laid, le drole, le méchant, le meilleure, le pire, le pire des ignorant, le pire des intelligents, le fou, l'amoureux, Le Bouffon. Oui, le fameux Bouffon. Il répond toujours présent, effectivement. Le Royaume lui appartient, quand même. Mais ca ne veut pas dire qu'il en ai Le Maitre. Oh, mais bien sur, Le Maitre. Presentons ce nouveau personnage qui a pourtant toujours exister. Le Maitre est... Indescriptible. Irrationnel pour la plupart du temps. Mais il n'est pas le seul maitre. Nommons le... Maitre Rosa. C'est bien non? Alors continuons l'Histoire. Maitre Rosa décide de tout se qui a rapport au changements dans le Pays des Presque-Merveilles. Oui, de tout. Il est stupide, cruel, sans pitié, méchant. Tout le monde le déteste, on ne sait pourquoi. Il est stupide et méchant et tout le blabla mais personne ne peut vraiment dire pourquoi. Mais on le sait. Je le sais. Je le ressens. Physiquement, psychologiquement. Atroce. Chaque changement, qu'il soit minuscule ou gigantesque, tout le monde le ressens. Et c'est de sa faute. Maitre Rosa... Magnifique quand meme. Une chance qu'il existe. Sans lui, je ne raconterais pas cette histoire a... Personne. Mais il y aussi (on l'oublie un peu par hasard?), La Reine Folle, n'étant plus vraiment reine, qui regarde, sans se retourner, le royaume, le pays et Le Bouffon. Le Bouffon ne regarde que du coin du rabord de l'oeil, l'ancienne reine s'en aller, chassée par Moi. Moi, qui suis-je? Tu ne te rappelles pas. Je suis, l'élu. Je ne suis pas beau, ni foudroyant, ni amoureux, ni sensible. Je suis la raison, la solution. Je suis ce que tu veux. Tu décides... Souvent sur un coup de tête mais c'est ta décision quand même! De toute facon, elle est partie, et elle, entrée. Tu as décidé, et c'est mieux ainsi. Les choses sont planifiés, tu penses cela, il se passe ceci, et elles pensent cela, mais tu voudrais que ca se passe ainsi. Ainsi va la vie tres cher. Sur ce, mon cher Bouffon, ce chapitre se stop et se continuera surement un jour, où, tard pendant le jour, tu n'auras rien d'autre a faire que de me livrer tes pensées les plus précieuses...
-Poquito-

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#Posté le mardi 12 juillet 2011 03:59

Modifié le dimanche 28 août 2011 03:29

"Like gunshots heard against a silent night, my love is louder than these words. They're stronger than the rest, unstoppable."It wasn't for you.

Don't go too far! You're lying on yourself, but it's too late to face me. You wanted it, you got it. You'll realized that you're alone so don't wait, just go. I won't forget anything just for you tonight, I won't believe it was an error. So I'll keep you away from me. And no I'm not scared, you don't know anything about life, you don't even trust yourself, you don't know who you are, you're a coward, be gone forever. You think you know all of all, you're saying advice, but you don't EVEN TAKE THEM YOURSELF! You don't know what you're talking about! Just thinkin' about you by my side before, I just want to jerk off my entire life. You think that I will thank you? Go to hell. You think you're right? That you know how I felt? That you know how I SHOULD BE? That I was the WORST? That I was only thinking about ME? Did you even realized what you're thinking right now? It is selfish. Don't say I wasn't doing anything for you, you were a fucking shitty princess. You said that you were doing just like me, but you were not copying me, you were just becoming somebody else, somebody who's mean, sad and you look so sad. And you know what? You're still the same. Pathetic. I don't want to think about you anymore, don't you understand? You invented imaginary friends, imaginary love, imaginary LIFE. You're not able to live correctly. I tried to teach it to you, but you weren't listening so don't blame me. And I don't fucking care if you put your life decisions in your "friend's hands" but what goes around come around. Someday, you'll realize. But you won't thank me, 'cuz I won't be there.
-Poquito-

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#Posté le mardi 03 mai 2011 19:49

Modifié le jeudi 15 septembre 2011 14:08

Dear... You.

Dear Paradise,
Whoever you are, you'll read this. It's for you. Whoever you are, you'll be mine, my only one, my dear, my wife, my treasure. Whoever you are, I'll be there for you and I'll give you whatever you want babe. Whoever you are, I'll look into your eyes, only yours, and will know that it's fate, that we needed to be together. Oh, my love! Every breath I'll take will be for you. Every day I'll wake up, I'll think about one and only one thing and it will be your eyes. Every time I'll walk, I'll hope that you'll be on my way. Every time I'll close my eyes will be to be sure that when I'll open them, you'll still be by my side. Every time I'll say I love you, it will be in front of you, while looking into the deepest part of your eyes. Every time I'll sing, it will be to tell you by another way that I'm in the deepest love in the world. Every dreams, every thoughs. You'll be inside. I'll be so much in love, that my heart will explode. So much in love that I'll be sweating only by thinking about you. It will be so deep, that I'll be jealous. I'll be so in love. I'll be so confuse, so in love, so alive! I'll read in your eyes and mind like a book. I'll be able to understand how you feel without saying a word. I'll be there anywhere, anytime, whenever you'll want. Every kiss I'll give will be yours. And the kisses I want is yours. I shall never have enough time or words to explain my love. Nobody will be able to understand what I'll feel. Nobody. Whoever you are, take me as I am! Whoever you are, kiss me under the rain! Whoever you are, say that you love me! Whoever you are, please forgive me. And whoever you are, please, love me.
Forever, be mine.

-Poquito-

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#Posté le mercredi 02 mars 2011 00:44

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