BaladeLa balade en moto pour le motard,C'est le tour de manège du moutardLe plein de sensations que l'on ressentEt être vivant juste dans l'instant©Laurent Roy 2017
Vides abyssauxIl est de ces vides abyssauxBien plus profonds que l'entre-deux eauxD'où l'on revient sans aucun espoirA force d'avoir trop vu le noir©Laurent Roy 2017
Living...Living is a torture to those who survived. ©Laurent Roy 2015
Vivre...Vivre est un supplice quand on a survécu. ©Laurent Roy 2015
L'usineL'usineOn entendait au loin,Le soir et le matin,Le clairon de l'usine.J'étais encore gamineQuand un jour résonnaDu côté du sana,La sirène ouvrière.Ce fut la fois dernière.L'usine d'autrefoisA perdu toute voix.J'étais enfant, c'est sûrMais ce fut pourtant dur.'J'ai connu ça aussi... Juste à coté de chez moi. quant j'avais une dizaine d'années.C'est devenu un but de promenade pendant quelques temps, pour les badauds du coin et les anciens ouvriers qui venaient avec leurs familles et leurs enfants pour leur montrer "l'Usine". Vite, presque clandestinement. Avant qu'on ne l'écroule. Avec un sentiment mêlé de nostalgie et de culpabilité non justifiée. "l'Usine" qui, dans la famille, était devenu un nom propre. Qui était presque un membre de la famille tant on prononçait son nom. Qui pour les plus petits n'était qu'un seul mot "lusine". L'usine dans laquelle ils a
HAIKU. Genre...On ne voit fondre que le premier flocon. ©Laurent Roy 2014
HAIKU. Sort of...One only sees the first flake melt. ©Laurent Roy 2014
ReconnaissanceHeureux ceux qui apprécient la reconnaissance de leur art pour la communion dont elle est le signe, et non pour le profit qu'ils peuvent en tirer.© Laurent Roy 2012
Mes doigts et ta peauMes doigts et ta peau se conjuguent au présent, au futur, et à l'impératif du verbe aimer.© Laurent Roy 2012
Innocence LostHe called me.Asked me to come over.I run down the hill.Go up a strangers driveway.Jump over a fence.Climb down a tree.Enter the house through the back door.He erases my number from the phone.So no one will ever know he called me.In his room he kisses me.Lying on his bed there are more kisses.Then he asked the question.I said no.He asked again.I said no.Please.No.He continued to ask.I said no.Finally I quit arguing to shut him up.Black shorts.On the floor.Neon pink underwear.On the floor.Union Bay blue, yellow, brown striped shirt.On the floor.I lie naked on his bed.He unzips his pants.I turn my head away.Not wanting to look.Then the pain.Pain you never forget.I remember how much it hurt.I told him.He stopped.Why?I do not know.I will never know.I am just glad.I look to the right.I see the clock on his night stand.Bright red letters scream at me.3:30pmI need to go.I get up and get dressed.His parents w
TimeThere is nothing more devastatingThan losing a loved oneKnowing that you will neverHear their voice againOr feel their touch, or see them smileIt's heart breakingTime is a powerful thingOne that is foreverTime takes everythingAnd makes it it's ownThey say that timeHeals all woundsI disagreeTime only created more scarsAs the ones that it caused beforeBegin to healTo lose a loved oneIs a tragedy all in its ownBut don't be sadYou will see them againBecause while time takes everything it canEventuallyTimeWill take you too.Time takes everythingAnd eventually it even takes you.
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thiefHow you’ve brought us all to grief.How can you be unashamed?When you stole from people unnamedHow you think about your own fameJust like others like you playing that gameHow you feed off usHow you live on others successHow can you sleep at nights,Knowing you infringed other’s rights?How can you enjoy this fame,Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?Do we also carry the blameThat we blindly follow someone’s claim?To the people that believe everything humans sayTo you I say good dayWe must always question what we are toldOr we can start to be controlledBy vicious lies and suchTo me that is just too much
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,her favorite dress tied with a bow.Today was Daddy's Day at school,and she couldn't wait to go.But her mommy tried to tell her,that she probably should stay home.Why the kids might not understand,if she went to school alone.But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.But still her mother worried,for her to face this day alone.And that was why once again,she tried to keep her daughter home.But the little girl went to schooleager to tell them all.About a dad she never sees;a dad who never calls.There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.Children squirming impatiently,anxious in their seatsOne by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.At last the teacher called her name,every child turned to stare.Each of them was searching,for a man who wasn't there."Where's her daddy at?"she heard a boy
UglyMy eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,My lips might look a little too parched,My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,My looks may not land me a modeling career,My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,My personality, you may not comprehend,My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,My life may not follow the teenager script,My skin tone may seem a little too pale,My habits might make me appear rather frail,However, Id rather be ugly through and through,If perfect meant I was just like you.
Random Homestuck Troll Character Facts(1)Aradia Megido once finished "The song that never ends".(2)Tavros Nitram can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.(3)Time waits for no man, unless that man is Sollux Captor.(4)Godzilla is a Japanese rendition of Karkat Vantas's first visit to Tokyo.(5)Nepeta Leijon does not hunt because the word hunting implies the possibility of failure. Nepeta Leijon goes killing.(6)Kanaya Maryam does not need to "style" her hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.(7)Terezi Pyrope can taste lies.(8)Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Behind every dead man, there is Vriska Serket.(9)TNT was originally made by Equius Zahhak to help indigestion.(10)"Let the bodies hit the floor" was originally written to be Gamzee Makara's theme song.(11)When you say "no one is perfect", Eridan Ampora takes this as a personal insult.(12)Contrary to popular belief, the Titanic didn't hit an iceberg. The ship was off course and accidentally ran into Feferi Peixes while sh
With Youdarling,Here liesdon't spend your daysCecilia Marentwith lifeless, dreary stonebornlove,in 1990don't linger wherediedblood was once spiltin 2010sweetheart,beloved daughteri am notand sisterin either placemay Goddear one,rest heri stay withsoulyou
It's sadIt's sad,How people lock themselves up,In their own little world.We lie to ourselves,Say that everything's alright,Everythings fine.We wear the mask,And act the part,And say it's all part of the show.We live in boxes,See in darkness,And speak in lies.I't's our worldThat we live in,Why should it change?
GraffitiI am graffiti on a wallSome people admired meThey said I was a work of artI was a colorful designmaking a statement in this worldI hold a hidden messageOnly the artist understandsGraffiti is an artBut some people cant see itThey think it is a messSo they critisize mePoint out that I'm a disgraceAnd with out taking one secondTo try to understandThey painted over meIn black and whiteWith what they think I should be
L'envolQu'on trouve à son plumage les plus beaux des refletsOu que son vol soit lourd et qu'on le trouve laidSon voyage innocent de tous ces jugementsL'éloigne à tout jamais de tous ces vains tourments©Laurent Roy 2017