[Smooth_Criminal]

Hello everybody,
I'd like to share with you some of my writings (in English, of course).
I write in English and French, but I won't post them there....there are not so many people who speak and read French there, no?

The short story directly underneath was written during my last year of High School ("Collège" in France... in "3ème". ).

All of the texts are under licenses.

Sun has left skies and us. On the rock where I am sitting, I see some demons coming. They are too many. Those demons are afraid and furious. I can feel their fear and their rage. They run towards us my own people do not know it is our last day in this country. Next day will be in another territory, from more than three weeks by bird's fly.


I run with all of my power towards the totem. As I have waited for, Whites follow me. I would show them how strange, pernicious, fearful, cruel are they. They do not have any matters to run behind me... Maybe they believe in they are the most powerful, but what are they facing nature? What are they compare forest, mountain, rock, canyons, trees, earth, water, and other nature's spirits? I realized earlier than them we are nothing. Nothing compares ail of the rest of the environment. We are only life's stooges. We die when it wants. We die where it wants, how it wants, sometimes by whom. What does power helps? Man will die anyway... Their and our own divinities exist or do not exist. However, anyway, it will always attenuate Men's fear. Now, they will not help me. I arrive in the desert and I hope Whites will die. I do that too for my receptacles because they contain some powerful poison. It may help me to make them let me alone.


Night falls now. I think Whites cannot know where I am. Maybe they are almost all dead. I cannot know; I do not want to know. Demons may not run. They are too tired, but it is not my instance. I will escape to them and be free. I run for hours. I do not know how many. I only know day falls now. It is my turn to be tired. I am in for it... The Whites may now catch and kill me, the last of my tribe alive. Time makes me feel I could have been with them. I could die among them! Now I am alone facing them. I am alone facing their strange things, that woman who has killed most of my own people... They think they are invincible with those noisy arms.


I slept. I do not know how long. I did that maybe an eternity... I want time to stop it... I know it is impossible. Is not there any Man who has ever dreamed about something which may not be realized? I do not think so. Now that a full day has passed, Whites have maybe lost me. I do not know if it is reality. Truth will arrive...


A few time passed. I still asked me why Whites always have rage against us, why we must go away from our land. Behind me, the Lake Michigan is my target. It is quite their target. Since the beginning of the time, Men have always fought as dogs only to have almost some vacuum. They thought, think and will think World is theirs. They killed our neighbors. Earth has taken bloods colors. These stays, our own people become livid. Now, will it be my turn?


Behind me, I hear Whites' noise. I may not live. I cannot live. I must not live. I will not live because they hate us. They hate people who are not like them. They hate people who do not believe in their God, and, surely, because we are free and they are not that. They are cruel, gloomy, and ail things which are diabolic. Their chief corns towards me... he has something strange and horrible. He points it towards me...


When the chief has pointed the thing towards me, I felt a cold into ail of my body. I could not move. Some blood went away from my leg. I fell into the Michigan. Water became red. My body floated until our country's neighbour. I do not know how long I "travelled". I do not know who has saved me. I woke up in a moonlit forest, next to a river. I did not have anything to eat and my stomach was empty since a long time. If only there were berries or other things, I could eat....However; I did not have any roof. I must sleep like a beast, on the leaves. I shall too go out of this forest. The powers I had have gone away from me. I do not see the lake. I do not see anything I know. Ail is cold in this country. It snows all time and the river is always frozen.


Men have left this land since a longtime. It is a windy land, misty and deserted. The Michigan is far now. The Whites think I am dead but how would they know if I am or I am not.


Cree and Ottawa inhabited me think where I am... I remind me when their chives visited us. Our tribes were all united and, now, they have joined the earth. They spoiled the Lakes because of fish, gold, and other things that can help them to get to their interests. I am alone and cold, foodless and I hunt like before... Cree have left this land, like my own people, and died here. I do not have anything that can allow me to leave there... or live correctly. Now, I left Little River, my city, for almost five months. I left my lake, Michigan, and arrived in an unknown country behind it.


It is time to me to join my owns, my real country and take my revenge on the Demons to be allowed to leave this awful world! I must kill them, strangle them, hang them, and make them drink poison; hit them in a canyon or in the lake... I am in for it... and my death... is programmed...! Cannot resist...! Must leave there and world’s rest...? I went away instead of saving my own, instead of fighting... My parents, my brother and the rest of my family must be avenged...


Lots of time has passed...! Arrived in my own land, where I bore, where they and I will die... I do not remind that that land was so level. What are those things? Where is my forest? Some strange signs are written on a panel that they are sometimes round, lines, or other forms... I see the boss, who is burning a strange thing. It stinks!


He does not remind me. His time has passed, like mine. I take my knife and, with all of my power, I hit him! His fall was short, very short... Blood goes away from his inert body; like when he killed my own people, earth was colored with red, which symbolizes his stupidity, his cupidity, and his passion of conquest and kill.


I remind my years on that land. My young years with my family, the scoffing of my campmates ... we were all together, in peace and without Whites to break in two our tribe. Now rage is far away although that land has the same destiny. They conquest the Earth to be the most powerful of the "civilized1' world. Nevertheless, how would they be civilized whereas they always kill Men? I do not know. They think that war solves ail problems. However, war is helpless. It is a thing for the crazy and the gloomy civilized world that is always breaking silence, peace, love, and intelligence. Men must think to other thing before use the war. Why kill when words can resolve a hard equation?


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This post has been edited by Smooth_Criminal: 13 July 2010 - 08:21 PM

[Smooth_Criminal]

I've respawned this topic but... I wrote a little so... I let you see a little piece of my new works.

I start with a sad poem, written after the death of my dog. He was almost 15... :cryin


Again... ====> Une fois encore...

Now that you've joined the clouds,
The time seems empty and long,
As if nobody around would make me enjoy my living,
As if, suddenly, my reason to live would be dust.

I thought you were walking nearby my door,
But when I got out, nobody jumped like you...

Lionhead, swear, swear me,
Swear me you won't forget me,
Swear me you're fine in Heaven,
I still can't take your disappearance.

Tell me, Lion, swear me,
Show you're not forgetting me,
And that you won't forget me,
Till I see you again.

I looked above to see your face glowing in the skies,
But the clouds only gave me rain back,
What's happening to me?

Every time I walk by the hospital you went for the last time,
Tears come inside and roll on my face,
How can I be stronger,
How can life keep going,
When you're not here with me?

Tell me, Lionhead, swear me,
Show you're not forgetting me,
And you keep on forgiving me,
Till I see you again...

Sometimes I fall down on my knees,
What's that heavy life still supposed to bring?
Nothing but a wooden box?

I kissed your box, as if you were still here,
But there was a node inside of my throat,
How can I be stronger, my Lion?

I heard you walking by the door,
Jumping around when I got out,
But nobody was doing this as you did...

Tell me, Lionhead, swear me,
Swear me that you are not forgetting me,
Swear me that you are forgiving me,
And that you keep on loving me,
Till we are together again...



And a longer one, about the environment:


Earth Prayer

I’ve been existing for thousand million years,
Welcomin’ so many entities as I’ve been able to,
Just for thousands of millenniums, bearin’
Everythin’ that might’ve been and will be able to be
In my own breast...

In my own breast there should’ve been no blood-pourin’,
All that might’ve been promised are nothin’ better than wind
Everyone fights everyone, due to empty writin’ on goat skins
And everyone wanna impose their own truth, usin’ iron and blood
Rather than diplomacy and successfully peaceful means.

Thanks to me, everythin’ is now able to be,
I’ve given the more I could
But as less as possible you’re “able” to give
To me you’ve given.

Each entity I create you kill
You do anythin’ for money
Spy for it, kill for it, and brawl for it.
Is that you call “civilization”?

Look at your own reflection
In your silent personal advisor
And see how unfortunately powerful you are.

Just make a motion towards your window,
See things you destroyed in the past,
Feel the pain you lugged behind you.
Just look at the shaved areas by explosions,
Inhabited by weeping people who stare at
People who were close to them…
Is that the fair world you promised?

People make expensive wars
More and more violent,
More and more painful,
More and more useless
To make the others swallow their own truth
As you now do this on gooses.

Tell me how cruel you are, how cruel you deal with me
I’ve been injured due to you so many times,
Now I just can’t take it anymore,
Even if you shrink pressure,
Nothin’ will be the same.

Just make a motion to a shore,
And stare at it. Black cover is everywhere.
Listen to the oil-covered animals, see how
Desperate they are, listen to their tears.
Don’t tell me you’re torn, your excuse is stupid.
There’s a time when words aren’t enough
When you ought to do more …

Just see how powerful you are,
Feel the cruelty you accumulate, that
You ought to use on everythin’, except
Your four-legged and two-legged livin’ mates
They suffer from and because of you.

Just brain, brain about how many people
Died because of one or several others,
They were of excess…

In my depths, in my heights,
Between the trenches and the clouds
Between the deserts and the icecap
There’re animals dying, people getting
More and more sick, they don’t understand
It, they are charged for a bill they don’t have to pay,
In my breast, people are becoming richer and richer
But, forevermore, people are getting poorer and poorer too…

In my depths people fish, but too much fishes are fished…
How am I able to recover from this?
You’re not fishing for leisure and pleasure,
The pleasure of earning money, except.

In my heights, there’re too many stunts,
Not money enough, again and again?
Forevermore, peoples of the skies are falling
As lead enter inside of them, with a huge violent explosion.

I’ve been kicked enough everywhere,
But kickin’ me was too much in big excess
To satisfy your devilish drives,
You’d better dream them and forget,
Whereas million people weren’t enough.

Whenever, wherever, when even the whole
World tell you that you got money enough,
When the more is enough, you just wanna
Bit more than it, you get the more your merit
Ought to get, you crash down with your silly hopes.


I hope you'll enjoy it :)

[magic]

I like your poems. Escpecially about your dog. I am sorry he died :( I feel your pain in your poem, it's beautiful :)

[Smooth_Criminal]

Thank you Magic :-) .

(Actually, I wrote this poem three months ago, just after his death. ;) )

[Phantom]

very nice poems :)

I also was more touched by the one about your dog :give_rose

I am sorry he died... :(

[Smooth_Criminal]

Thank you Phantom. No one of us was able to do, not a single thing, to make he live normally, just few days more. He just couldn't live, he wasn't able to move... :'(

I add a new one, about him... ;) There was a french translation next to it, but I erased it, as... I think it's not useful there. ;)

It's not entitled... I didn't find a good one. :D

Toughly blemished inside,
A month is over now,
What is still yet to come,
When the sorrow is around?

I tried to give in to the death,
Which brought you away ,
But nothing but a rope did answer.

I found out contradictions inside,
But I still can't solve them as I don't,
I don't keep on going further.

I fought against myself to get away,
To succeed to honor your memory,
But I found myself even better, even worse,
Than I did expect.

I wanted to listen to your walk,
Not to be able to sleep at once
At night, but nothing made noise.