I didn't dedicate you words for Father's Day.
I did not upload a photo, I did not go to your grave.
I didn't know what to write, I didn't know what would give voice
to what is still a void in my heart.
The truth is that although the years increase
Thinking of you always brings a squeezing pain to my chest
The truth is that although the years increase
There is not a day that I don't miss wanting to ask you a question about everything
The truth is that when one has been loved as much as
you love me it leaves a mark that never erases.
That's why it will always be a sweet pain to think of you and feel
my eyes watering.
You were never one fo
At Waves End ( Al fin del oleaje) by LumiereFonce, literature
Literature
At Waves End ( Al fin del oleaje)
At Waves End
Splish, splash
Swish, swash
Whirl & whorl
Tumble & Spray
In, Out, ebb and flow
Cool Mist and Salt Tang
White Foam and Gentle Roar
Mesmerizing, Soothing, Trance Inducing
Al fin del oleaje
Salpico chapoteo
Silbar, plas!
Giro y espirales
Volteretar y salpicar
Entra, Sale, flujo y reflujo
Rociada Fresca y Olor fuerte de Sal
Espuma Blanca y Rugido Suave
Hipnotizante , Calmante e Induciendo Trance
One, two, three
Sigh
Cuatro, Cinco, Seis
Repite
Fear Doubt Misgiving
Sigh
Carga tensión Inquietud
Responsabilidades
Rinse, Repeat
Rinse, Repeat
Rinse,Repeat
When will it end?
It's the heart that really ... by LumiereFonce, literature
Literature
It's the heart that really ...
It's the heart that really matters
What happened to us?
I just can't say.
You used to call me:
Your superman,
One of your greatest friends,
My outlook and perspectives fascinating.
What happened to us?
I just can't say.
You started to call me:
Simplistic, Conventional,
Incapable of opening my mind ,
My thoughts and responses predictable.
What happened to us?
I just can't say.
You begun to tell me:
I can't be bold,
I can't be daring,
That I live so sheltered.
What happened to us?
I just can't say
One day it changed
No more speaking
No more listening
Everything we shared, no more.
What happened to us?
I just don't know
Love & Vengeance
An experience universal to the world.
The story amongst the oldest to tell.
He played me and he played me well.
He dazzled, courted and wooed.
Impressed with strength & force of character.
Captivated with passion & ambition.
Unfurled his good candidly.
Enticed wholly within his gravitation.
Then the trap was sprung .
The signs that should have warned me,
Were there, I refused to see.
I refused to know, blindly I pursued.
Earnestly and Exhaustively I loved.
I sought so hard to include within my life.
Laid bare mind, body and heart.
Yet, whether I accepted it or not
Naught but a tryst was my place
Merely a wel
I didn't dedicate you words for Father's Day.
I did not upload a photo, I did not go to your grave.
I didn't know what to write, I didn't know what would give voice
to what is still a void in my heart.
The truth is that although the years increase
Thinking of you always brings a squeezing pain to my chest
The truth is that although the years increase
There is not a day that I don't miss wanting to ask you a question about everything
The truth is that when one has been loved as much as
you love me it leaves a mark that never erases.
That's why it will always be a sweet pain to think of you and feel
my eyes watering.
You were never one fo
At Waves End ( Al fin del oleaje) by LumiereFonce, literature
Literature
At Waves End ( Al fin del oleaje)
At Waves End
Splish, splash
Swish, swash
Whirl & whorl
Tumble & Spray
In, Out, ebb and flow
Cool Mist and Salt Tang
White Foam and Gentle Roar
Mesmerizing, Soothing, Trance Inducing
Al fin del oleaje
Salpico chapoteo
Silbar, plas!
Giro y espirales
Volteretar y salpicar
Entra, Sale, flujo y reflujo
Rociada Fresca y Olor fuerte de Sal
Espuma Blanca y Rugido Suave
Hipnotizante , Calmante e Induciendo Trance
One, two, three
Sigh
Cuatro, Cinco, Seis
Repite
Fear Doubt Misgiving
Sigh
Carga tensión Inquietud
Responsabilidades
Rinse, Repeat
Rinse, Repeat
Rinse,Repeat
When will it end?
It's the heart that really ... by LumiereFonce, literature
Literature
It's the heart that really ...
It's the heart that really matters
What happened to us?
I just can't say.
You used to call me:
Your superman,
One of your greatest friends,
My outlook and perspectives fascinating.
What happened to us?
I just can't say.
You started to call me:
Simplistic, Conventional,
Incapable of opening my mind ,
My thoughts and responses predictable.
What happened to us?
I just can't say.
You begun to tell me:
I can't be bold,
I can't be daring,
That I live so sheltered.
What happened to us?
I just can't say
One day it changed
No more speaking
No more listening
Everything we shared, no more.
What happened to us?
I just don't know
Love & Vengeance
An experience universal to the world.
The story amongst the oldest to tell.
He played me and he played me well.
He dazzled, courted and wooed.
Impressed with strength & force of character.
Captivated with passion & ambition.
Unfurled his good candidly.
Enticed wholly within his gravitation.
Then the trap was sprung .
The signs that should have warned me,
Were there, I refused to see.
I refused to know, blindly I pursued.
Earnestly and Exhaustively I loved.
I sought so hard to include within my life.
Laid bare mind, body and heart.
Yet, whether I accepted it or not
Naught but a tryst was my place
Merely a wel
I love it when you wake in the morning, sleepy-faced, eyes unadjusted. How not every hair is always in place. The way your eyes crinkle, opening wide and then squinting again, as you try to focus. How you still have this dreamy expression on if you're still tired. When you try hard not to yawn in front of me, and then when you do, you smile guiltily.
I love spending the whole day with you. How your face becomes so animated in conversation. When you get excited over something your whole face lights up. How I can make you smile so much. Your lips seeming to curl up on their own. When I can say the corniest o
Lesson for a Burdened Heart by LumiereFonce, literature
Literature
Lesson for a Burdened Heart
The shadows ever linger
A plague unto the heart that lets it mingle.
One must learn to shed it. Lest it rob all light and hope!
A high price to pay to something,
Which is little more than formless vapor of the past.
Current Residence: Belize deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large Favourite genre of music: Alternative Favourite photographer: Marco Carocaro Favourite style of art: Baroque Operating System: Windows 7 Pro Personal Quote: Mon Dieu, donne-moi la sérénité d'accepter les choses que je ne puis changer.
Hey took four years but I finally got access to this account again! Life has been great! I've had odds and ends accumulate over the years in storage. Frustrated that I couldn't post here and attending to other pressing matters has left them unfinished. I'm about through with some work projects that I've had pending and may finally have time to give my poetry another crack. Photography I don't think there will be much of for some time, I just don't have a good camera at the moment.
It's been almost a year since I've seriously worked on this. I haven't stopped writing or doing my photography. I have been working a lot both on myself and my career. So my art she has suffered. I am not making grand promises but I will try to be more active again. Thanks!
Hey, Well there;'s been quite a bit happening. Unfortunately I crashed my system a while back and as I was still procrastinating about backing it all up I lost a fair amount of files. I did manage to recover some stuff which will be making their way unto here soon.
I've also decided to take a different approach on my photography here. I'm going to work more on my raw photo skills versus digital touch up. For two reasons one it saves time! Two I don't see myself having nearly enough time to work on my photography as before.
So what's new with you guys and gals?