So I wrote this little poem in a half hour for Laura. It could have been better, and its pretty corny, but I want to remember it. I think but of your lips This tenderness I tonight kissed Tonight my dreams are blissed And all because of this A girl I will much miss Until …
This was written for Carine Auclair, after meeting her one night at Vinyl, and going out for smoked meat at Le Roi du Smoke Meat. Comme une fleure éphémère Je l’ai vue arriver sans galère La chance due frôler ma part Car la beauté était en ce regard Quand l’ange c’est approché Et les cendre …
This was an unfinished poem written on May 13th 2008 This was written about Sam that I met at Vinyl. Je me sens seul, je me sens vulnérable Une certaine beauté éloigné m’en rend coupable Mais pourtant a son arrivé je n’ai pu que tomber Maintenant que tu es loin
I do not recall whom I wrote this poem about. Poor shadows hold up these veins As piercing light proclaims my shame Begging myself to overcome My distressed mind became undone Pure desire in thoughts of mine Simply hoping our eyes crossed by Loathing myself, I somehow missed A tenderness within those lips I felt …
This was written for Kristina Zub. Clear as your eyes caught mine Heaven couldn’t be so fine Royalty within your smile Intrigued to you worthwhile Soft warmth from your part Tinkle deeply, pulse my heart Inspiration from your laugh Numbness would be to look back A precious aftermath
Une sombretée dans mon regard Une honte dans un trou noir Un chemin sans horizon Une pluie pour ma trahison Se vers de vin entre mes mains Me soule les veines de ce venin Je brise cette crise sans aucune démise Mais pourtant je cris pour finir cette vie
My tears fall tonight On the ground that beholds Its loneliness of pastimes And buried to self freight Up the forever lost She cares none For the emotional frost And sins of forgone Forgetful sorrow Drawn to inability A serenade for morrow My translucent misery
Is there anyone to hear the call For life of the man will soon fall Abrupt collision of proclamation Tortured proportion of finest occasion Body drifting over dead horizons Loving satisfaction of perfection Attention and mistrustful affection Comfort from every infusion
Felt for death I wish had met This night of pain Brings me my realm Blood to flow Will morrow glow I see this go by Finally life will die Eternal death A peaceful slept Grant passion For once conception
Black feathers to a lost shepherd Residue of thirst and agonic burst Soft darkness remembering bitterness A sweet freshness of missed tenderness Chant echoing once misdoing Graceful flowing and numb endorming
This poem was never finished. I decided to post this simply because I wanted documented. Memories don’t change They howl in vain Every dying night of rain Your face will remain
In the depths of the night Visions of you will come Will I run away and hide Or shall I go on to strive The will is stronger And the furry gets bigger Take my throat with fear At any moment you come near Awaiting for the moment to be Until for you, again I …
Trancher la soie pour la peine Le ruisseau coulera du drain Invité de la morte divinité Un bain de soi a chagrin L’éternité se fait Pour arrivé la fatalité Les regrets, les amours Enfin pour se jours Du haut d’une bâtisse de bois La lame se fait pesante La salive, une dernière tournée L’air une …
Dans chaque soirée sans lune Les vers ressortent et prennent l’avantage Les créatures mortes souffrent de chagrin Mais la pleine lune reviendra bientôt J’ai souvent pensé a la mort En ses temps lugubre Quelle sagesse apporterait-elle Pour les douleurs reconnus Les yeux si pesant se soir Que l’orage inondera le sang qui coule Je n’ai …
I feel the burn inside my head Like the screeching sound of my eyes red If you had not come with such hope The darkness would still let me cope I feel your lips I feel your sting But what is it that you could bring A longevity for an unhappy life And a book …
This poem has a very funny story. I was working at Van Houtte during the fall 2006. I was getting bored working there and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I used to tell my boss every day “If I don’t show up tomorrow, don’t call me, I’m not coming back”. It was a …
This poem was written on my second to last day working at Van Houtte, and was also the poem that would almost get me signed to PAT Editeur for a poetry book. Original writing of poem Le sommet de la peur se fait froid Du haut du château sacré La mort se fait proche Et …
Bleds of the night Through the twilight of the fight The moon blues the skies And the years of pain go by Tonight one love fades And one soul rests ashamed Take my hand and warm it For no more shall it persist Those eyes that are so bright But what do you see from …
-Digital version Quand mes larmes se mêlent Mon cœur se fait froid Avec toi qui est si loin Je soufre pour que je te voie Cette nuit comme mon cœur Se refroidit pour l’hiver Quand tout est endormit Le calme revient -Written version Quand mes larmes se mêlent Mon cœur se fait froid Toi qui …
I wrote this while living at my grand-mothers’ house in Rosemont, Quebec, Canada. It was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard, and was influenced by the mallard ducks that used to land in our pool back at my parents’ house in Edison, New Jersey, USA. Each fall, the ducks migrating south for the winter would stop in …
This was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard. Dans ce reflet d’arc en ciel de la vie Qui ne montre que la paume de la main Pour chaque soir que la lueur vient Les canards se rejoignent ici Je n’ai que passé des soirées Dans cet arbre sombre A me demander pourquoi Les canards sont si enchantés …
This was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard. Gloire sur moi Car se soir tu n’es pas là Le vent de ton souffle Vient me décrocher à tout jamais Ton odeur se détient Comme la lueur dans mes yeux Ta chaleur se retient Dans mon cœur sous le feu Je m’ennuies de toi Car chaques soirs je …
This was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard. Mon arme a cœur Votre feu sans œil
This was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard. A qui la bataille valait l’amour Car ce soir la lune y sera L’affronter plus fort que lui Mais la grandeur du cœur gagnera La faim contre la vie Mais la vie ne compte pas manger Ce petit bout de pain Pour survivre jusqu’à la dénoncer Marchant pour la …
This was written for Anne-Marie Bouchard. Se soir qui est si sombre de nuage de pluie Et pourtant ce pauvre cœur ni est pas Haut, très haut, plus haut que les dieux Se trouve se malheureux Ne plus voir aucun sourire que le tien Malgré la beauté de la vie Car nul les fleures, nul …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. But I might have been chatting with Anne-Marie at the time on MSN. I remember writing this late at night on my computer while people were out celebrating Independence Day and setting off fireworks. Les feux d’artifice de cette nuit d’amoureux Ne fait que disparaitre la pauvreté de …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. A chaque feuille qui tombe de cet arbre Mon cœur se dépérit Et le vent qui souffle dans cet branches Nous mènent à l’automne — To every leaf that falls from this tree My heart withers And the wind that blows through the branches Brings us to autumn
This was written for Dylan Seymour. Les étoiles brillent dans ce ciel d’été Comme la lune au coucher du soleil La chaleur de l’angoisse monte Et les lucioles sont libérées Le lac qui est si tentant Sous cette lueur d’horizon Mais sache que l’on ne puisse voir Plus loin que son ombre Les arbres ou …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. Les éclaires d’une nuit sombre Font mes cicatrices remuer Ma vision de lamentation Et des cries de peur Les sons lourds de la tempête N’aillant que peu de chagrin Rien ne peu faire plus mal Qu’une larme dans les poumons À moins la beauté du cœur Et rien dans …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. And to the eyes, they cannot close to be So! Perfect it is in the fact then none but Gorgeous beauty could be obtain Through the heart of a sapphire Love only can feel this way To have of the highest flight Never to once look down upon it …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. The beauty of a princess No one can have but thee No one can own, and no one can approach The destiny of life is lust for nihilism The sickness of love The pain of frustration The obsession of sadness And the eternal sufferance The countess of eternal pity …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. The souls of life have not yet seen the beauty of life They walk to the gates of eternal sorrow Even my faith cannot compel the sadness of this world Life is nothing but a pity to those who cannot see The moon, the infinite sky, and the owls …
This was written for Dylan Seymour. A vos pitié Laisser-moi aller La fourmi c’est faite écrasé Les paysages des sages ne sont plus là L’hiver gris nous a recouvère Il ne fait plus si chaud Les animaux on leur camouflage blanc Et tu as le tien Si je ne te trouve pas, lui va te …
This poem was written in my diary on February 1st 2004. The caption notes: “I probably should put this in here, but here’s a poem that I wrote. It isn’t quite finished yet.” This poem was written for Kristi Leigh. Spread your wings my darling angel and let me kiss you until the darkness of the …
La nuit de Noël was my first written work to be published. It may have also been my first poem, as I do not recall ever writing others prior to that. If I did, they have been long-lost with time. This likely took place in late November or early December of 1998, during my fifth …