AnaeliHochaceu

Poème : N3 
          	
          	Ill (heal)
          	
          	Jealous, I stay, 
          	When those who hold life in every way, 
          	Waste it with a careless bite 
          	As if it were wind, thin and light.
          	
          	Jealous, I stay, 
          	Of those whose health lights up the day, 
          	Forgetting the bitter pills I’ve known, 
          	And the tremors I face all alone.
          	
          	Tired, I feel, 
          	When they say it isn't real: 
          	"It’s only in your head," they state, 
          	While in my being, it carries weight.
          	
          	Tired, I feel, 
          	From all this time has come to steal, 
          	This pain so deep, so sharp, so true, 
          	They paint as just a simple hue.
          	
          	Despair, I find, 
          	When they tell me "it's all fine," 
          	While I feel I'm about to die, 
          	As my body bids me soul goodbye.
          	
          	Despair, I find, 
          	With no cure of any kind; 
          	No medicine can ever bring 
          	The wellness that I’m languishing.
          	
          	Resigned, I stand, 
          	When they tell me it’s "as planned," 
          	To just accept and let it be, 
          	As if they held the soul of me.
          	
          	Resigned, I stand, 
          	As a new crisis takes command, 
          	To break my heart and steal my breath, 
          	In tears that feel like tasted death.

AnaeliHochaceu

Poème : N3 
          
          Ill (heal)
          
          Jealous, I stay, 
          When those who hold life in every way, 
          Waste it with a careless bite 
          As if it were wind, thin and light.
          
          Jealous, I stay, 
          Of those whose health lights up the day, 
          Forgetting the bitter pills I’ve known, 
          And the tremors I face all alone.
          
          Tired, I feel, 
          When they say it isn't real: 
          "It’s only in your head," they state, 
          While in my being, it carries weight.
          
          Tired, I feel, 
          From all this time has come to steal, 
          This pain so deep, so sharp, so true, 
          They paint as just a simple hue.
          
          Despair, I find, 
          When they tell me "it's all fine," 
          While I feel I'm about to die, 
          As my body bids me soul goodbye.
          
          Despair, I find, 
          With no cure of any kind; 
          No medicine can ever bring 
          The wellness that I’m languishing.
          
          Resigned, I stand, 
          When they tell me it’s "as planned," 
          To just accept and let it be, 
          As if they held the soul of me.
          
          Resigned, I stand, 
          As a new crisis takes command, 
          To break my heart and steal my breath, 
          In tears that feel like tasted death.

AnaeliHochaceu

Poème :  N2
          
          Oh mon amour
          
          Et je vous déclarerai mon affection,
          Mon amour, m'aimez-vous ?
          Puissiez exister telle la passion
          Qui anime mon cœur pour vous
          Je mourrais si ca ne l'est pas
          Car j'aspire à être votre
          À avoir un notre
          À vous suivre jusqu'au trépas.
          Ayez mon amour, les fleurs de la jeunesse
          le sourire de la paresse, 
          la Joie dans les yeux
          et l'émotion quand il pleut
          Car … mon amour ne saurait flétrir
          notre avenir ne saurait périr
          Nous nous abreuverons de ces jours heureux
          Et d’un être au sourire joyeux…

AnaeliHochaceu

Texte : N1 
          
          Yeux faits de larmes.
          
          J'ai toujours trouvé mon reflet plus beau lorsque mes yeux sont rouges, rouges d'épuisement, rouges de pleurs, rouges de fatigue, rouges d'un désespoir qui n'appartient qu'à moi. Allez savoir, Y-a-t-il à ce point une beauté dans la détresse humaine ? Je ne sais pas, enfin je crois que c'est le cas. Je ne me trouve pas habituellement belle, voire jamais mais les larmes ajoutes une beauté, un charme que je ne serais nier. A croire qu'en faite je ne suis qu'une de ces beautés qui brille que lorsque leur âme éclate en un million d'éclat.