David Fournier
Bio
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.
Stories (34/0)
My Silver-Haired Companion
The smell of rain hits the cobblestone. It takes me back as I move forward. The sound of each drop magnified as there is no soul in sight to disturb it. Cinders emanate from a nearby tavern as I approach. I have many questions but all I find is barrels of deception. Yet what awaits me outside is the locked eyes once more. My silver-haired companion awaits me. She helps me glide above the wind from a desert to a green valley of canyons in mere seconds. We rest on a patch of grass next to a waterfall. My urgency for answers grows. But my she assures me that calm and fury is required to find the equilibrium I seek.
By David Fournier3 years ago in Poets
The Shack
Nestled in an urban maze, lies a spoon out of time, hidden slightly from the outside world by a rapidly growing modern metropolis. A sight that would initially give one pause as to how such a place could fit in or even survive in such a hot bed of commercial competition.
By David Fournier3 years ago in Feast
I'm Gonna Fall
Spring has been unleashed, and I so want to bottle it. There’s nothing quite like a Saturday morning drenched in sunny rays and aqua blues. A feeling that ‘today is all mine’, and yet you want the world to share it with you. An atmosphere that percolates your brain with creativity and desires to do it all. But sometimes doing nothing is the choicest desire of all, as long as you do it well.
By David Fournier3 years ago in Humans
From Leaf To Leaf
I’m gonna fall. From leaf to leaf. Separating from my former self at each new height. Reflecting my surroundings as only life knows how. My flesh is abound with the heartbeat of a million little fibers. It’s what binds us all. Truth be told that there are far more senses than we are willing to admit. Truth being the most underrated of them all. I continue to drop from suspension to flexibility. Passing my ripple as effectively as the warmth of light. I dare not stop my decent. For if I were to cease I would evaporate to an oblivion. Pay me master of time and let your death be the coin of exchange. The greenest of greens is my home of choice. Falling is only a perspective that requires power to enable it. I give the command to wash away all that equates emptiness. You know what you don’t want but that doesn’t mean you know what you want. The opposite isn’t always the same.
By David Fournier3 years ago in Poets
Heart On Fire
I lived my life with a fierce intensity, the proverbial rebel with a cause. Thinking that if I worked hard enough and believed with all my heart that I could make the impossible dream happen. I had this idea that I had all the time in the world.
By David Fournier3 years ago in Motivation