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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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The hardest thing I've ever done

Is stand there, speechless,

As the world burned around me.

My mind raced with intensity,

Like a storm on the ocean.

All pleas for help sat on my tongue,

But no cry for mercy came out.

A scream so deafening it was silent.

As I look at you, begging for you to notice,

You carry on. Carry on. Carry on.

You are so close to me,

And still just out of reach.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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The sky was a watercolor painting,

Like God spilled his palette all over his

Canvas and created a masterpiece.

It burned like fire with red,

And was soothed by blues and

Hues of purple.

It looked sweet like an apricot,

And gentle like a peony.

And in that moment I understood why

Icarus wanted to touch the sun.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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I remember looking into her eyes.

They were the color of the Black Sea after a storm;

Pure and innocent and beautiful

She never left my gaze.

Yet every time her eyes met mine,

The rest of the world seemed to slow...

And I couldn’t hear anything other than her voice;

Not that I wanted to hear anything else.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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You are my sunflower.

You continue to grow,

Regardless of the weeds

That try to hold you down.

And every morning,

You face the sun.

Beautiful and vibrant and

Majestic.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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The old man looked at me as if I were a child, wet behind the ears, naive to everything in this life. He told me that nightmares are stories; they have meanings to them, morals to be found. They have a beginning, middle, and end; we just never sit through them long enough to find out.

He asked me why I had a coffee cup on my hand, why I was addicted. I told him that it’s a beautiful substance. It connects us on a base level. He told me that even simple things can have the most profound meaning, that everything gives inspiration for living.

I told him about my hardships and my struggles, about all my broken bones and my scar tissue. He looked me in the eye and said, “This is not your punishment. This is your training."

And as I sat on that leather couch that smelled like old books and pipe smoke,

I was made aware of all that I have to be thankful for.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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We laid on the ground

And she whispered, “I love you."

In the moment I

Knew that I would always think

Of her when I smelled the grass.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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Creativity is our blood.

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- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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Waldosia

There is no ring, no forehead scar that could compare to this curse I’ve been burdened with. Everywhere I go, I long to see your face. That is all I seem to need. But why? Why do I look for you? Clearly, there is no way that I would see you in my work meeting, or in line at the grocery store, or at the park you swore you’d never go back to…There is no way I’d find you there. But like a habit that I cannot kick, I look for you. Face after face after face I scan those around me, secretly hoping that I’ll find you amongst the sea of strangers. And time and time again I fail to find you. And then I’m reminded of the fact that my life is no longer is where you make yourself known.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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And again it seems

That my mind draws a blank

When I try to remember

Of that one single moment

When I held you in my arms

For the very first time

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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As the clouds billow overhead and the thunder marches on like the feet of one thousand soldiers, I can feel the speckles of heaven’s tears fall on my face. Though it might look like a spectacle, I will not open my umbrella in the hopes of casting off glances from strangers. Instead, I will continue to face my gaze towards to sky and embrace all that this life has to offer.

April is gloomy and filled with tears in the attempt to let her younger sister have brighter days and flower crowns; a brave action that goes unnoticed .As I begin walking home, the sidewalk becomes more water than concrete. The grass turns into a forest that is flooding so I take my chances and cross the sea that lies before me. Although the ocean gets inside of my boat, I do not sink, and I make it through. Cold and wet and miserable but I made it nonetheless.

Walking though my front door, hair still dripping from the storm, I look out the window to see if maybe the world has been comforted from the heartbreak it received.I can see the sun start to shine through the clouds, and the birds are singing from the trees. Outside the world is alive, and inside my home is quiet. I look down, with water dripping from my face to my hands, I say, “It’s a terrible day for rain."

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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If I had to explain true love in an instant

I wouldn’t need any words.

All I need to do is recall the very moment

That I looked into your eyes.

Or look at the photo I keep in my wallet

Of us laughing on that beautiful spring day.

If I had to explain true love in an instant

I would only need you.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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You are like a pocket of fire delicately placed into my mouth.

Like lighting the match and swallowing the flame whole.

Scalding and scarring are no strangers to me.

More like old friends who leave and come back again only to leave once more.

But the second your flavor leaves my lips,

I begin to chase you all over again;

As though all the pain you caused me was only that of a dream.

Ironically, that is where I find you most…In my dreams.

At the forefront of my mind.

As I breathe you in, I am overwhelmed by your delicious truth.

Sometimes it’s more like ash on my tongue,

Or like magma in my mouth; but I love it still.

You have been there for me when I needed you most,

Whether mid-day or midnight,

You are always by my side.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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I have to be to work...

I have to be to work in the morning,

So let me get this off my chest as fast as I can.

I miss the thought of being with you.

Or rather, I miss thinking about wanting to be with you.

Or I suppose you could just say that I miss you.

Simply, just you.

You see, I have to be to work in the morning;

But my mind is camouflaged with thoughts of you,

Memories of what was and what could’ve been.

My heart pumps this burgundy love,

Like a burning flame within my veins.

I have to be to work in the morning,

So why am I going through our old photos from our trip to Ibiza?

The way the sun set on the west side of the island

Over those beautiful beaches;

It took your breath away,

just like you did me.

But tell me, why am I up later than I should be,

Reminiscing about things that I shouldn’t be?

Please, just answer me that.

I have to be to work in the morning,

So why am I tossing and turning to the thought of you?

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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And it makes me sick.

Every time I’m reminded of you.

Not because you make me sick,

But because it’s sickening to think

About where we are,

And where we used to be.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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You complete me.

Without you, I will go far.

But together, we will travel to all the ends of the earth.

You need me.

And I need you too.

We complete each other.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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Who would’ve ever thought that with every step we took was just another step towards each other.

Eyes covered, falling into trust, we never saw it coming.

I suppose that’s what happens when you’re so focused on trying to finish first;

You forget to pay attention to all that’s important in life.

Like laughing with those closest to you.

Like smelling the roses.

Like falling in love.

But people like us,

We’d rather die young than live to be old.

And we’d rather love with our whole being now than be bitter geriatrics.

Because life is too short to pretend like I don’t love you.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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jeanlucdumont · 4 years

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Its days like these that I feel the harsh reality of life just a little bit more than I should. How I’ll look forward into my future and pray to my God that I don’t have to watch my children go through all that that I go through, and all that I put others through. Because it’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep. But oh, oh how I can dream.

I dream of days when things were simpler, when the burden of the world was not yet placed upon us. I dream of a life for you; one better than what you’ve been given. You’ve been broken and beaten and for some reason, I thought I had helped. You had told me that I was like a stained glass window; beautiful and whole. But stained glass must first be shattered, and torn apart.

- Jean-Luc Dumont

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