Maenner mit Haemmern by ImpossibleLoves, literature
Literature
Maenner mit Haemmern
Der hat ja wohl nen Hammer, der Mann.
Wie man deutlich hören kann!
Wat machen die denn da, man fracht sich.
Den janzen Tach der Krach,
müssen die denn allet selba basteln?
Man wünscht sich ja, dat die mal fertich werden!
Wat ist denn das mit Männern
und ihren Hämmern.
Mann!
Meeouww meeeoow meow
Purr purr purr fauggggghhhhhhhh
Meeeww meoooww meowww meeaaw
Meeep mee meoooo meouuuuw
Purrrrrrrrrrr purrr purrr purrrrrrrrrr
FAUGGGHHH!!!
translation:
Give me milk! give me give me milk!
Oh I like being stroked -- BUT NOT THE TAIL!
I can smell your dinner fish fish fish isn't it? gimme some gimme some GIMME SOME!!!
Hmmmm I like it when you tickle me behind the ears...
Enough. GO AWAY!!
Woke up this morning, wanted to cut my hair.
Couldn't find my scissors, they just weren't there!
Looked for them in the office, looked for them in the kitchen --
now I have to spend another day with the hair all long and itchin'.
I need to stand tall,
you are a chain and ball
across my heart, across my mind.
So let me go- uhuh, so let me, let me, let go.
I need to walk tall,
you are a chain and ball,
that keeps me back and pulls me down.
So let me go - uhuh, let me go
so let me go, let go, let go.
Ich möchte, dass man mich in Watte wickelt
in einen grossen dicken weichen Wattebausch.
So leicht und sanft und weich wie Wolken, wenn man sie von oben sieht.
Aber nicht so nass und nicht so kalt.
Nein sondern warm und sicher soll es mich beschützen,
wie eine Mutter, die ihr Kind umarmt,
und wie ein Vater, der sein Kleines auf den Händen trägt.
Das möchte ich.
Dann würde ich vielleicht
nicht ständig an der Welt zerbrechen.
People smile back at me
As I dance down the street
To an unseen tune
In the bright sunlight
I am an amplifier
For the song of stars
I am a prism
Breaking the shine of the universe
Into sparks of pure joy
You lie, outstrechted,
like an unexplored lover's body
sinuous, a powerful presence felt
stony naked hills
bathed in glorious sunlight
turning softer evening gold
under my joyful glance
Closer to shore, your black rocks
Like bare chests of divers
Unpacking their gear
Right next to where I sit
Tracing, lovingly,
The details of your skin
Crack and scar of past torment
Onto a sheet of white paper
I want to penetrate
Every secret
Cranny and crack
Of your stony history
Of earthquake and eruption
I want to get a grasp
On your essence of rock
I want to get your soil
Under my fingernails
All around me
You blu
Down at the airport
Next to the beach in Lyall Bay
Surfers play with the waves
The day is bright blue and sun
I'm watching airplanes.
Back in my old life,
I used to watch airplanes
Taking off through the grey rain-curtain
To places with white shores
To some far green country
How I wished myself on board!
How I longed to fly away
Into a swift sunrise.
I'm watching airplanes
Down at the beach
In Lyall Bay
Surfers in the water
Look like so many sharks
Black against the waves.
I'm glad I'm staying.
the outside world
throws dirt at us
we swallow
it becomes pain
makes us go
all raw and sore
all inside
and endangers
but
like an oyster
we take that pain
and make that pain
into a hard
shiny piece
of beauty
for others
to wear around their neck
Message in a Bottle by ImpossibleLoves, literature
Literature
Message in a Bottle
Words attach themselves
To the chrysophras cobweb threads
Fluttering in the warm silver mind breeze
Glisten like topaz bubbles
Popping with a cherry chewing gum pop
Leave a scent wafting
Like the sweet taste of peach blossoms
Jewels in the spring rain.
Once I let them loose,
They will float adrift
Along the wild thin mercury trickle of time
Whirling and twisting and turning,
Tangling and tight and unfolding,
Secret or aloud, alone or in a crowd,
Unseen perhaps unspoken and unheard
Or falling into the wrong mouths even
And twisted and bent out of shape,
My message in a bottle.
Until one day who knows they might find
A grieving child of ours
Maenner mit Haemmern by ImpossibleLoves, literature
Literature
Maenner mit Haemmern
Der hat ja wohl nen Hammer, der Mann.
Wie man deutlich hören kann!
Wat machen die denn da, man fracht sich.
Den janzen Tach der Krach,
müssen die denn allet selba basteln?
Man wünscht sich ja, dat die mal fertich werden!
Wat ist denn das mit Männern
und ihren Hämmern.
Mann!
Meeouww meeeoow meow
Purr purr purr fauggggghhhhhhhh
Meeeww meoooww meowww meeaaw
Meeep mee meoooo meouuuuw
Purrrrrrrrrrr purrr purrr purrrrrrrrrr
FAUGGGHHH!!!
translation:
Give me milk! give me give me milk!
Oh I like being stroked -- BUT NOT THE TAIL!
I can smell your dinner fish fish fish isn't it? gimme some gimme some GIMME SOME!!!
Hmmmm I like it when you tickle me behind the ears...
Enough. GO AWAY!!
Woke up this morning, wanted to cut my hair.
Couldn't find my scissors, they just weren't there!
Looked for them in the office, looked for them in the kitchen --
now I have to spend another day with the hair all long and itchin'.
I need to stand tall,
you are a chain and ball
across my heart, across my mind.
So let me go- uhuh, so let me, let me, let go.
I need to walk tall,
you are a chain and ball,
that keeps me back and pulls me down.
So let me go - uhuh, let me go
so let me go, let go, let go.
Ich möchte, dass man mich in Watte wickelt
in einen grossen dicken weichen Wattebausch.
So leicht und sanft und weich wie Wolken, wenn man sie von oben sieht.
Aber nicht so nass und nicht so kalt.
Nein sondern warm und sicher soll es mich beschützen,
wie eine Mutter, die ihr Kind umarmt,
und wie ein Vater, der sein Kleines auf den Händen trägt.
Das möchte ich.
Dann würde ich vielleicht
nicht ständig an der Welt zerbrechen.
People smile back at me
As I dance down the street
To an unseen tune
In the bright sunlight
I am an amplifier
For the song of stars
I am a prism
Breaking the shine of the universe
Into sparks of pure joy
You lie, outstrechted,
like an unexplored lover's body
sinuous, a powerful presence felt
stony naked hills
bathed in glorious sunlight
turning softer evening gold
under my joyful glance
Closer to shore, your black rocks
Like bare chests of divers
Unpacking their gear
Right next to where I sit
Tracing, lovingly,
The details of your skin
Crack and scar of past torment
Onto a sheet of white paper
I want to penetrate
Every secret
Cranny and crack
Of your stony history
Of earthquake and eruption
I want to get a grasp
On your essence of rock
I want to get your soil
Under my fingernails
All around me
You blu
Down at the airport
Next to the beach in Lyall Bay
Surfers play with the waves
The day is bright blue and sun
I'm watching airplanes.
Back in my old life,
I used to watch airplanes
Taking off through the grey rain-curtain
To places with white shores
To some far green country
How I wished myself on board!
How I longed to fly away
Into a swift sunrise.
I'm watching airplanes
Down at the beach
In Lyall Bay
Surfers in the water
Look like so many sharks
Black against the waves.
I'm glad I'm staying.
the outside world
throws dirt at us
we swallow
it becomes pain
makes us go
all raw and sore
all inside
and endangers
but
like an oyster
we take that pain
and make that pain
into a hard
shiny piece
of beauty
for others
to wear around their neck
Message in a Bottle by ImpossibleLoves, literature
Literature
Message in a Bottle
Words attach themselves
To the chrysophras cobweb threads
Fluttering in the warm silver mind breeze
Glisten like topaz bubbles
Popping with a cherry chewing gum pop
Leave a scent wafting
Like the sweet taste of peach blossoms
Jewels in the spring rain.
Once I let them loose,
They will float adrift
Along the wild thin mercury trickle of time
Whirling and twisting and turning,
Tangling and tight and unfolding,
Secret or aloud, alone or in a crowd,
Unseen perhaps unspoken and unheard
Or falling into the wrong mouths even
And twisted and bent out of shape,
My message in a bottle.
Until one day who knows they might find
A grieving child of ours
Bei ihr hast du keine Chance by Mixedmind, literature
Literature
Bei ihr hast du keine Chance
Jedes Mal, wenn der Laden um acht Uhr öffnet, bin ich schon da. Ich beobachte dich.
Meist sitze ich anfangs im Café gegenüber und trinke zwei, drei Tassen Kaffee. Du arbeitest dann schon längst im Schaufenster, wie fast immer. Von meinem Sitzplatz aus zeichne ich dich auch gerne mal bei der Arbeit, aber das weißt du natürlich nicht. Mein Zeichenblock ist voll, voll mit Skizzen von dir. Du bist mein Lieblingsmotiv.
Und wenn man in der Zeit zurückblickt, die Zeichnungen überfliegt, dann merkt man, dass du nie drei Tage hintereinander dieselbe Kleidung getragen hast. Immer etwas anderes, gewagtes, stets
You were there for her when she was jumping up and down.
You were there for her when she was acting like a clown.
You were there for her when she needed a Dad.
You were there for her when she was sad.
You were there for her when she donned that cap n' gown.
You were there for her and said, "Never back down."
You were there for her, and never held her back.
You were there for her through the days of black.
Then it was her turn.
She was there when you got sick.
She was there through thin and thick.
She was there when your hair turned gray.
She was there when you found out that day.
She was there, through it all.
She was there, thr
Sitting in the coffee shop
I feel so cool
for lack of a better word
I am
so
stylish
sippping my vanilla latte
enjoying free wi-fi
listening
to my deliciously acoustic
melodies on my laptop
through the black wires
into my earbuds...
mysterious devices
if I ever encountered them.
Entertaining
not one, but four
conversations
on the elusive
and magical
Facebook...
I feel so suave
I could almost forget
that half the time
I don't make any sense
to myself...
I could forget the way that
half the time I don't fit
this curvy frame
Like the way I forget
when I'm with someone
who understands...
The other day a good fri
Tabloids
Avoid
The paranoid,
Pessimistic androids
That write the tabloids.
They only care about statistics.
The world they present is unrealistic,
Completely and undoubtedly materialistic.
Which seems to be a common characteristic.
Sex and scandal dominate the ink.
They tell us how to act and what to think.
Rose tinted words disguise the darker shade of pink.
To keep us afloat and ensure the morale doesn't sink.
The truth is censored and diluted.
The world that we live in is to heavily polluted.
Those with power talk, the rest are forever muted.
With government support their stories can never be disputed.
Kela lewis-morin
Remember those days? Remember those nights?
I cannot recall the words you said but I can still remember this...
Walking down a gravel path, I'm pretty sure we hadn't a reason
However we continued down without a real care
The both of us walking, hand in hand
Closer, together, just you and I, I wonder why that was
I try my best to not act different, but I fumble and trip
When I look up you're there again, staring at me
I feel like the world is starting to spin around
My heart's skipping beats, is the temperature rising?
Could it just be me? I want to say something about this but
The words just won't come out
Perhaps today I'll- No n
Was tust du da?"
Ich stehe auf der Terrasse mit einem Eistee in der Hand und fluche kurz danach, dass der Eistee eiskalt ist. Sie hockt im Garten vor den Maiglöckchen und hat aus mir bisher noch unerfindlichen Gründen ihr Malerzeugs mit raus genommen. Mit einem Pinsel und einer Farbpalette hockt sie da und ist so konzentriert, als wenn sie in ihrem Atelier auf ihrer Leinwand malen würde.
Stör mich nicht", versucht sie mich abzuwinken. Ich bin gerade an einer extrem wichtigen Sache dran."
Jetzt hat sie mich doch wissbegierig gemacht. Ich schreite mit meinem Eistee in der Hand zu ihr und sehe, wie sie de
When a smile is a frown
And a frown is a smile,
The eyes we must crown
For relinquishing wile,
When a laugh is a tear
And a tear holds no pain,
Will fear fear to fear
And fearfully abstain?
When the act is the truth
We've lied to believe,
And the fable in sooth
Is but a peerless weave,
When each mortal mistake
Is a tale and a song
And the scriptures are fake
Or perhaps they're wrong,
When the mind is the eye
That sees the outside
But shame, it's too shy
Of the tongue which has lied,
When the answers are easy
To the questions unknown,
Do you not feel queasy
Of how little we've grown?
When acceptance is feigning
For it
Why do we whisper
when we need to scream?
Why do we falter
when we should
chase after
that forgotten dream?
Well, I will follow you
to the ends of the earth,
I will;
I will walk the miles
until my feet begin to bleed
and time
stands still!
I swear I will!
Why do we hold
our silver tongues
when there is something
to be said?
And why is it
that when I need
my heart the most
I only use
my head?
Sometimes we follow
when we need to lead.
And I don't want to whine
so I tell you I'm fine
when I'm deepest in need.
But I will hold you close, my dear
when no one else
in this world
understands
And I will carry my love
Hello,
this DA account has been created so I can start collecting and posting various writings/song lyrics I am working on, with a view to eventually turning them into an album.
I thought it might be an incentive to get some work done!
I'm aiming to book the studio in about 2017, so there is a bit of time... :P