"Ich will sterben" oder "Das Topic der dramatischen Gedichte"

Elanor

Elbenlady
Registriert
01.03.2000
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My Baby is dieing
and no one cares

Look, the world is dieing
and no one cares
 

Val

Amazing lolcat
Registriert
02.12.2001
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2.861
Skyes

When the skyes and the horizon
When the fields, the rocks, the planes
Are reflected in those eyes
When we're done with being sane

Reflecting our imagination
Make it all real, make it all real
Make it our determination
This is the deal, we make it all real

We know were we heading to
We know were we heading to

This is what we do
We make it all real,
cause we know how to
Make it all real

Is it the light of our vision
The prize of this decision
Shouldn't be ones others freedom
The only rule we know,
when we're going on

The prize shouldn't be
ones others freedom.

shouldn't be your freedom.


~

It's all right, there ain't even another option anyway. Cause you did what seems right.

Truth spoke lies
This is not who I am
Lies in disguise...
They meant to be true

But who am I
Looking in the mirror
Not being you?

I always said what I thought
I always thought being polite
Is a road
Good to strife

When start those truths
Begin to come lies?
I always wanted to be true
But truth seems in its inner core
Like its a lie in disguise

Like it's a lie in disguise
Like it's a lie in disguise
Like it's a lie in disguise

When I'm silent
When I'm hiding
When I'm not there
You won't know the tiding.

Then I'm gone.
 
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Belgarion

Düsterdichter
Registriert
31.03.2001
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2.249
Abendrose

Triste bin ich oft am Abend
einsam in der hellen Nacht,
mich an keiner Liebe labend,
Stille tief im Seelenschacht.

Sehe ich auch schöne Rosen,
nächtens sind sie doch so fern
und im leisen Seelentosen
sind sie nicht, sind mir kein Kern

den ich hüten darf und hegen,
blühen nur in fremder Hand.
Will sie in mein Leben legen,
wahren, doch des Tages fand

ich kein Röslein, mir gegeben.
Wartend muss ich weiterstreben.
 

Lisra

Schmusekater
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06.02.2004
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Outlook

Pale clouds spread thin
Lush green grass and bright sunshine
The sky a calming blue
Who would have thought

There’s warmth waiting in
An embrace not far away
Affection given and received
Who would have thought

It may not last
Because what does
Happiness, like loss and pain
Until the end, will come again

There are no sins to be forgiven
No heaven to invade with spite
One simple life, so glorious
A tiny flickering light
 
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Timestop

Running out of Time
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17.04.2002
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Silence

I still don't understand.

It made me sad,
and somehow mad,
as a kind of kind thought gift,
revealed a shift,
and cut the bond.
What did you want?

After years of mockery,
fun and chat, no chivalry,
parting, talking, flattery,
battling and philosophy,
you provoked a freaking end,
by spending so much on a friend,
expecting it the way you wish,
denying what it would unleash,
to yourself when it did not,
hating the echo from your shot.

I can't say where you then went,
it is hard to understand.

Goodbye my friend,
the message send,
I'm missing us still anyway,
can't find myself restore the day,
even just to simply ask,
is too much yet of a task,
and besides the words you said,
silence counts as good as dead.

Goodbye my friend,
can't say I want to understand,
these dead end.
 
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