Sandman's Lullaby

Sandman's Lullaby
Sandman's Lullaby


I'm tired of being once paradigm, and once a creep
Too tired to move my heavy lips and smile
Too tired to produce a drop, to sniffle and weep
I think I should have a sabbath for a while

My heart is too tired to bear inept lies
Too tired to face reality are my eyes
My ears are too tired to hear poisonned words
Too tired to listen to the dictum of nerds

Too tired to keep on walking and fighting
And I'm too tired of rising and falling
My legs are too tired to carry my body
My shoulders are too tired to carry everybody

My voice is too tired to be bound to justify
My child within is too tired to protect me
Too tired of being always there to rescue me
Too tired of being happy without a reason why

My emotions are too tired of burning behind cold ice
My reactions are too tired of being hidden
No decisions, my hand is too tired to throw the dice
Into the unknown the dice has by itself fallen

Dawdling in that darkened sky so far
I'm fading away like an ephemeral shooting star
And I still don't know why I couldn't stand
Anyway, my brain is too tired to understand

Now my fingers are too tired to carry my lazy pen
My eyelids are getting heavy, chasing the rain
Nowhere to go, and I'm too tired to hide and run
I'm so very tired, I think I just need a nap, a long one

Yeah I think I just need a nap.
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# Posté le mercredi 09 janvier 2008 13:01

Modifié le mercredi 09 janvier 2008 13:41

L'ombre du Silence

L'ombre du Silence

Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'ai eu soudainnement l'envie d'écrire un poème en Français -chose que je n'ai jamais faite-
Et pis bon, je me suis dit pourquoi pas...histoire de voir ce que ça donne 8-|

Well, it's the first time I write a poem in french, and...and that's all ^^.





L'Ombre du Silence

Sous la lune phosphorescente qui dégage une lueur
Féerique, que je contemple avec stupeur
Un silence assourdissant règne avec froideur
Affreux silence qui glace le coeur...

Au beau milieu de nulle part, ensevelies dans la brûme
Se cachent des éclaboussures infatuées d'amertume
Parmi les rêves envolés, les espoirs enterrés, et les loups huants
Dans les plus sombres ténèbres endolories du néant

La nuit était si douce, si merveilleuse, si magique...
Très vite, elle a subît son échéance Ô combien tragique
Face à ce charme, mes mots tremblèrent et ne devinrent qu'enclitiques
Mes pensées opaques étaient de plus en plus elliptiques

Et puis je me retrouve...
Tel le luthiste solitaire qui ne trouve plus aucun rythme
Tel le poète rêveur qui a perdu toutes ses rimes
Tel l'écrivain mélancholique qui fût trahit par sa plume
Tel l'escaladeur d'Everest, tombé de la plus haute cîme

Et puis...quand tout se fâne, et le silence devient roi
Jaillit un vague espoir luciférien tel un céraste
Tout se perd dans locéan de l'oubli si néfaste
Néant...Inconnu...Silence...je redeviens moi.


Par: Xevlyn
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# Posté le mercredi 26 décembre 2007 07:32

Ash Of Dreams

Ash Of Dreams

Ash Of Dreams

My bloody passions were oozing from out of my heart
Colliding with destiny, I'm trying to catch my dreams
Before they get enshrouded by dust and smashed apart
But now, they're already beyond possibility's realms

The world is breaking its oath and obfuscating the truth
Leaving me seeking for a Dead End's fictitious outlet
Until then, a poisonned hope is trying to soothe
My fears, but it only makes them grow deeper in its bait

And I'm...

Loosing everything, every little thing
Everything is slipping through my fingers
Helpless and afraid to pull the triggers
Tears welled up in my eyes, I see my life crumbling...

Everything is moving so fast, and I shall no more run
I see my life moving on a wain and I'm left behind
My onus has been stolen by the wain's rulers who shun
All of my memories as if I've never existed in their mind

I used to have a passion, a sweet marvellous lovely one
I remember the times when I used to have my place in the sun
I once had a dream, it was so ethereal that it's been forgotten
I've forsaken all I loved afraid to lose what I've gotten

And it feels like I'm...

Loosing everything, every little thing
Everyone is slipping through my fingers
Helpless and afraid to pull the triggers
Tears welled up in my eyes, I see my life crumbling...

Shuddering, I'm afraid to face who I am, and much less
The nought I've become that gets bigger and bitter
Dead and gone are those times when I was a dreamer
Alive are their memories in my head nevertheless

And I'm fading now, I'm becoming evanescent at last
A black hole is gulping me, I'm consigned to oblivion
Sweet smiling zombies are welcoming me to this delusion
And I smile to them letting them take all of my dust...

And still I'm...

Loosing everything, every little thing
And even my life is slipping through my fingers
Helpless and afraid to pull the triggers
Tears welled up in my eyes, I've seen my life crumbling...


By: Xevlyn
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# Posté le dimanche 09 décembre 2007 14:05

Modifié le dimanche 09 décembre 2007 14:30

Emeritus Stoicism

Emeritus Stoicism


Emeritus Stoicism

Another morning, time to wake, time to quit fantasy
Wearing her smile as a buckler she can hide behind
Wearing joy, empathy, goodness, euhporia, and ecstasy
Cold demons are colonizing the thoughts in her mind

If the walls around her could talk, they would say
Things that have been unsaid and left to go astray
If only these walls could talk, they would show
Things she never wanted to show, things any wind can blow

Obstreperous voices inside her head are yelling out
An octogenarian ghost is haunting her mind and shouts
And still she's trying to keep this mayhem euphemistic
When her passions died, it was nothing but apocalyptic

All of her reactions and her emotions have been buried
In a frozen isthmus where everyhting is cold, and obsolete
Frozen is her soul, full of weight that must be carried
Along the one-way path; and she is forever incomplete

Yesterday is today, today is tomorrow, and tomorrow is already dead
There are too many foreign creatures living in her head
She was weird perhaps, may be lunatic with oodles different moods
May be she was an alien, or may be she was just...misunderstood.

By: Xevlyn.
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# Posté le vendredi 30 novembre 2007 11:02

Modifié le vendredi 30 novembre 2007 11:13

Thank You...

Dedicated to my friend Crysis, and to the most wonderful person in the world.
...Happy birthday, bro' =).
[To read with THIS (until it ends, if possible)]

Thank You...


Another year comes to its end
Another life to live
Strength in the palm of the hand
Many goals to achieve

Whenever you feel like sinking
You'll see me there, sculling
With a life-buoy on a boat
And if necessary, a warm coat

When your walls are falling apart
And you feel a scythe tearing your heart
When there's nothing, no more you can bear
Look around, and you'll see me standing there

Never let your dreams get too far away from sight
Walk slowly, surely, and you'll see a brilliant light
Wide open doors welcoming you for a brand new day
And chasing with you the darknened thoughts away

You were the one who steps forward when everybody turns his back
The one to open his hand when everybody slams his door in my face
Words cannot describe how every litte thing leaves its trace
And helps washing all the filthiest memories in black

Whenever you feel like sinking
You'll see me there, sculling
With a life-buoy on a boat
And if necessary, a warm coat

When your walls are falling apart
And you feel a scythe tearing your heart
When there's nothing, no more you can bear
Look around, and you'll see me standing there

Another year has passed away
A brand new year's welcoming you
I wish you a very happy birthday
And all I can say is: Thank you.


...Xevlyn.




Thanks for being such a good friend, I love you^^.
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# Posté le mardi 09 octobre 2007 12:19