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Encre Noir was born in Haiti (Pearl of the Islands), raised in St Marteen, Haiti and Orlando, FL. Started to experience writing as soon as the ability to form words with letters was acquired. Started out with letters that that told of the tale of the day

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change: 23 of 189

LETTER TO A PILLOW Dear pillow, I'll wet you no more. When the sun goes down And the lights go out I'll lay my head on you And sleep through the night When I hold back the tears All throughout the day I will not poor them on you at night Because I will cry no more I will give them neither the pleasure Of seeing me crying Nor...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 61 of 282

A NOTE Should I leave you a note When I take that boat To leave and to go To end all sorrow? You told me to row Yes, you told me so But you'll surely feel sorrow If you ever know That you convinced me to vote On taking that boat. I'll let myself flow I'll let myself float To the other coast I should have done so Many years a...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Romance: 7 of 29

My Darling Little Bird (Translation) My Darling Little Bird That I'm hiding In my cage My little bird, my dear You don't know You don't know My Darling Little Bird With beautiful feathers You mess me up My little bird, sweetie It's been a while since I've been watching you I give you my best and I I dream to hear you sing Yo...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Secret love: 7 of 28

The Love Expert (Translation) I When it comes to matters Of the heart You come over Always on time Asking me for good advice Like I was, huh Some love expert Chorus And I I long to tell you Dump her Dump the chick for sure And take Take me in your arms I will make you feel What you refuse to see II You know that I've never h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Communication: 11 of 24

SEE ME You want to see me? Close your eyes therefore You are searching too hard with those glistening balls for something that they cannot find. You want to see me? Hear me. Listen to my gestures Listen to my moves Hear how they flow and let them lead you In doing so You will find yourself In the midst of me You want to see ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 162 of 283

FEAR (Translation) Fear follows me and leads me It holds me back and pushes me It is here, it is there All around me, inside of me. Fear of leaving Fear of staying Fear of speaking Fear of silence Fear of lowering my eyes Fear of raising them Fear of closing my eyes Fear of opening them Fear of dying Fear of living Fear of l...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On poems: 107 of 176

LOST VERSES (Dedicated to Nadge Jean-Claubert) I've found them I did not want to But I've found them. I've found them In her words And her rhymes In those things she writes At times But does not even feel I'm afraid to read them But can't keep away from them Cause they're all I feel Those verses that I lost The ones I wrote ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 545 of 828

I'm Not A Mime I'm not a mime As you might think I'm not entertaining Nor am I pretending I am enclosed in a cage Invisible to your eye Through my bars, I see you passing by The walls are closing in And the ceiling's coming down I feel them, touch and push But dear God, they won't budge I'm not a mime I'm just a prisoner Wit...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Optimism: 30 of 43

ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN Don't stay at the bottom of the mountain In the vast, huge, little valley of fright. The view down there is depressing and plain The mountain's top offers a better sight. Come, jump on the back of this huge affair No matter how hard, climb, climb to its head Climb until you stand on the top, up there, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 630 of 838

STORM I had a perfect heart until the storm came Leaving me in poverty, pains and wants. Oh! Things that I did not know before! Vicious jealousy and envy filled up my soul. Eluding the storm was impossible. Honor to the souls gone with the storm, for In their grave they feel neither pains nor wants. My soul wishes that it ha...