David Fournier
I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.
You Betrayed Me
You Betrayed Me You are my vessel. The one that was destined for me. You are here to deliver my dreams. To anchor my quality.
David FournierPublished 3 months ago in Poets
The Long Way Back
There is a space very dear to me. It lies somewhere between the heat and the cold, the core and the surface. A place I never knew I was always fighting for. I discovered it once, and I’ve dedicated my entire life to the great inevitable return. I was there. I swear I was there. All that matters now is finding my way back.
David FournierPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Land of You
There is a place that’s very special to me. I found it once. Since then I’ve dedicated my life to finding my way back. I remember images of glow. Fractured gaps. A whisper of time. Closing my eyes I can feel the direction.
David FournierPublished 4 months ago in Poets
Eternal Sunshine
There you are. Standing directly above the shine. A rainbow creates itself when you face the direction after the rain springs true.
David FournierPublished 4 months ago in Poets
As Old as the Future
A new and uncertain world. A place of limitless possibilities and infinite outcomes. Every choice we make is a drop. Transforming into the ripples that feed the river of time.
David FournierPublished 5 months ago in Poets
Mirror, Mirror
The only thing linking two worlds, the remnants of sand. One where it held together, and one where it crumbled. Reflection is a privilege reserved only for the former. Gone are the days of pen and paper, wall and stone. One need not worry of the pitfalls of such vanity. There is no attempt to match one another. What you see is what you get.
David FournierPublished 5 months ago in Fiction
The Voice of Dreamin’
Testing, testing, one two three. I have an announcement to make. There is an abundance of voices inside that require nurturing. I am, of course, referring to the multitude of characters that make up my whole.
David FournierPublished 5 months ago in Motivation
The Many Sides of the Face
Which side are you on? Put your hand across and flip it over. There is a stream of thought that you know how many edges there are.
David FournierPublished 5 months ago in Poets
