Spleen Stories

For those who are sick & tired of this culture...

Poème sans prétention qui parle de dépression

recueil de poèmes anglais et français

In the rugged lands of Dun Morogh, nestled among the towering peaks of Khaz Modan, a tale of valor and destiny unfolds. Here, where the earth holds secrets as ancient as the mountains themselves, lived a dwarven sniper named Kardel Sharpeye.

un histoire qui vous ménera au spleen

Mon premier recueil de poésie à en proprement parler. Nouveauté sur ce compte, nouveauté induite par la personne qui se cache derrière, moi. Je vous invite donc à venir découvrir ce qui se cache dans mon esprit : ma poésie alambiquée aux faux airs de littérature. Et peut-être arriverez-vous à comprendre ce que mes vers signifient, qui sait ? Dans ce recueil, vous retrouverez les poèmes que j'ai décidé de publier, mes rêveries, mes vagabondages. Je vous les offre, dans l'espoir d'un simple retour, sur la valeur de ma poésie, sur son apparence, sur la manière dont je pourrais encore la faire grandir. Comme l'a dit Apollinaire, "chacun de mes poèmes est la commémoration d'un évènement de ma vie". Par conséquent, ne vous étonnez pas d'y trouver des éléments très personnels que vous ne comprendrez pas. Mais n'hésitez pas à me demander précision, je vous expliquerai ! Voici maintenant, pour ouvrir ce recueil, un petit poème d'ouverture... Le Soleil se couche Silence total Eveil des étoiles Lever de la Lune Nuit dans mon esprit

Un poème que j'ai écris en 2h en cours de sport (wi, wi je cé c nul). C'est pas grand chose mais je l'aime bien :3

In Salogern everything is perfect and nothing works. Corruption upstairs is something usual. A complicated person lives in a reality where everyone tries to simplify everything, where art is vanishing and love is dying. He has only himself and some cents to survive and the idea of letting himself fall into the abyss seems everyday more tempting. I hope the insignificant beings angry with the world (or better with the mankind) will find a bit of hope and comfort, as I did, between the lines of my first adventure Bon voyage and good luck El It may contain bad language. Only completed chapters have been reviewed and edited. The others may contain errors and grammar scary monsters.

Lonely. That's how I feel. So I write. To ease my pain. To make my life right. And reach my aim. Poems I write when I feel alone

Give some storys that I'll make about the characters in Human Buddy!

This is a comedy but does have dark parts in it such as getting crushed or falling down bottomless pits or getting shot in the spleen and swears ahead

Coffe shop au Sun and moon are founders/managers The rest are customers or employees or nexus the janitor They also sell bread & baked goods :D

Hello there, it's nice to meet you. Just a small collection of texts that quarantine and loneliness have increased a lot lately. So I thought I would put them somewhere. And somewhere happened to be here. Also - this is a little disclaimer I guess - because english isn't my first language, all of these writings must be full of mistakes. Wether in my syntax or vocabulary. This is all experimental to be honest. So I would gladly welcome any suggestions, correction or piece of advice from you guys :) Hope you enjoy this small trip into head.