Aren’t you happy (French-English version)
Ah! Cette solitude N’est-ce pas là Le prix qu’il te faut payer Pour des rues sûres, des villes-lumière Des cris qui parlent de bonheur Des nuits sans coups de feu
It’s all falling apart
Speed writing at the Hyster-x writing residence on August 6th, 2022
Announcement to my readers
Hi everyone. I have been publishing my poems on my personal blog for some time but I decided to share them under a different format to reach more people.
I once wrote love poems
Didn’t ask for flowers Or love songs My face plastered on your wall Or sweet nickname Along my number on your phone Didn’t ask you to love me The way I loved you
Is it me?
Is that dissatisfaction the woman condition?
Am I just another pretty girl with daddy issues?
Very butchered translation of a short story written when I was 16.
Chapter 1 Spiritually enriching Things tend to go away when you ignore them long enough, don’t they? At least that is what she kept telling herself. Because if she ever stopped to think, she would have to worry, to ask for help, to grapple with long buried things that she didn’t feel ready to stir…