Forgotten feelings (Gedicht)

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Forgotten feelings

I can’t feel anything anymore
There’s only a void within my core
nothing more.
I exist but don’t live
I stand before a cliff.
It reflects my inner soul
And maybe one day the whole.
But I’m not able to be afraid of what I see
The only thing I’m able to recognize in the place where my feelings should be
Is a casualness, which wipes away every other emotion,
And therefore it exists no potion,
To heal this heavy wound,
Which was struck by a person who I trusted.
But this friendship is now busted.
I always thought I have a third reason
Which makes my life worth living in this season
But the one I thought I’ve found
Was only an illusion which isn’t bound.
It disappeared before my eyes
Telling me only lies.
But the only way to live on without one means to suffer,
And there’s no buffer
To ease this pain.
It’s like I stand alone in the rain.
And now I’m trapped in this void,
Which fills out my soul and I can’t avoid.
Why have I always to wear the mask of happiness
And never can show real sadness?
This were my questions till I discovered how true
Are the following two:
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and you cry alone
I hope sometime will grown
New feelings inside my heart
Which are now so far apart.
But today I see no sense
in this life without tense.
I hope, no I pray
I’ll break through someday.

[-[IoI]-Ins@ne]

Wie ich dir schon übers icq sagte:
Einfach

Freut mich, das junge Dichterglück ^^ *mit dem lehnstuhl wipp"
mfg Ins@ne

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When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eye,
I saw us fly.
'Cause you've given me wings
and many other things
I never knew they exist
and I thought I'm a realist.
But you showed me how wrong I was
and gave me a real cause
to take the challenge of life
and survive.
This reason are you!

Without you

I always thought I can't live on without you,
but now I know this is true.
I was right
and now I have to fight.
Only to see you one more time,
is this a crime?
I can't aceept this is fate,
because I would only be a shade
of myself when I'm without you.
I hope you know that too.

Piece of Heaven

To see you spread your wings
and hear how your beautiful voice sings
I would go through hell
and maybe also sell
my soul if it wouldn't be already yours
because you are the source
of my bliss
and when I kiss
your smooth lips
and see your hips (nur wegen dem Reim drin ^^)
I know I was in heaven
and on cloud number seven.
The other angels fade next to you
as all others do.

Isolated cogitations

What should I do?
Because without you
My life has no sense.
Since the’ve put up a fence
To isolate us
It’s like I was run over by a bus.
I’m not able to live
Before me I see a cliff
And I ask myself
Why shouldn’t I jump
Off the continental shelf
To drown in the sump
Which lies under
Or maybe I’ll get struck by a peal of thunder
Nothing cares me anymore
It’s sore
I just want to see you again
This is the only thought I had since it began
It dominates my mind
Kills all other cogitations
You were so kind
When I met you at the stations
I have to go
I’ll pay the fee
I’ll show
How precious you are to me

[-[IoI]-Ins@ne]

Oh mein Gott Alex ich liebe diese Zeile:

I would go through hell
and maybe also sell
my soul if it wouldn't be already yours
because you are the source
of my bliss
and when I kiss
your smooth lips
and see your hips (nur wegen dem Reim drin ^^)

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Bei mir ist sie so wahr, und das mit den "hips" nicht nur des Reimes Willen ^^
*zensored^^*


Ansonsten gefällt mir noch "without you", welches wirklich sehr gelungen ist!
Mach nur weiter!

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Original geschrieben von -[IoI]-Ins@ne
Oh mein Gott Alex ich liebe diese Zeile:

Bei mir ist sie so wahr, und das mit den "hips" nicht nur des Reimes Willen ^^
*zensored^^*


Ansonsten gefällt mir noch "without you", welches wirklich sehr gelungen ist!
Mach nur weiter!

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Wenigstens einer dem es gefällt. Vielen Dank dafür . Da denkt man sich, dass man sie doch nicht so ganz umsonst geschrieben hat. ^^

Hab dann gerade ein Weiteres fertig gestellt. Kommt mir zwar nicht so besonders gelungen vor diesmal poste es aber trotzdem.

Paralyzing feelings

I never knew
How I should do
When I see you.
Suddenly I was not able to think clearly any more
And this wasn’t even sore
Your beauty has numb my mind
Which lies now behind.
Your gesture has paralyzed me
This is the fee
Also this is fine
But your soul has stolen mine,
With one wink of your eye
Which are the mirrors of the soul
It decided to fly
To you to make us whole,
When the two souls fusion together
Nothing other will matter.
We’ll live in this world
That we’ve created
And which is fated
To exist only because of our will
And I still can’t think of anything other than you
Who dominates my mind
But have you to?
I don’t know if I’ll ever find
A way to escape from this magic
But this isn’t tragic
because if I should be honest
I don’t care
And I don’t want to share
You to anyone other who is the best.
I’ll never rest
To do all I have to please you
And the only thing left I can is to pray
That you are too
Want to stay
At my side
Even when it becomes night.

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Sehe gerade das ich folgendes auch noch nicht gepostet habe. Hol ich hiermit nach:

Imprisoned self

I’m standing here in front of your door,
And wait for you to open up after I’ve rung the bell.
I’m thinking about how it was before
How you’ve rescued me from the cell
In which I’ve imprisoned myself
In faith that it’s the only possibility to avoid to suffer
I was such a duffer.
You’ve appeared like an elf
I didn’t even really realize
That you were nice.
I wanted to avoid any feelings, any friendship
I didn’t even want to hear a tip
They all wanted to help me
Also she
But I didn’t want to hear
I had the fear
That it could happen another time
But when she was mine
There was only one thing left I cared about
To prevent her to shout
And suddenly there was only one fear,
That I could see a single tear
Flowing from her eye.
I want her to laugh, to fly
to be happy on my side
so that I didn’t had to hide
my feelings anymore
which was sore.
I’ve just began to understand
How happy I am when I hold your hand
And when I’m around you
I hope you feel that too.
Maybe I just have to ask
Or it is my task
To find that out on my own
The wind of change has blown
When I met you the first time.
But now it’s fine.

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Dancing snow

I looked forward all the day and the last week
Only for this day
But now I hear you say
That you can’t come
Because only of some
Snow that’s falling in the moment
I have no comment
I can’t believe what I’ve just heared
It’s what I’ve feared
Deep inside my heart
And now you’re so far apart.
Is this fate?
Is there a shade?
Which decided to darken my life
And even uses a knife
To cut wounds
In my heart
Which now start
To bleed
And I can’t feed
It with feelings anymore
Because there are to few
Because of you
It‘s sore

[Pursy]

Cool, die sind wirklich cool!
Klingen wirklich schön, einfach spitze! Besonders Paralyzing feelings, diese Stelle ist wirklich geil!!!

And suddenly there was only one fear,
That I could see a single tear
Flowing from her eye.
I want her to laugh, to fly
to be happy on my side
so that I didn’t had to hide
my feelings anymore
which was sore.
I’ve just began to understand
How happy I am when I hold your hand
And when I’m around you
I hope you feel that too.
Maybe I just have to ask
Or it is my task
To find that out on my own
The wind of change has blown
When I met you the first time.
But now it’s fine.

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Respekt!!!

Und umsonst schreibt man das nie! Und es hat sonst noch keiner geschrieben, weil niemand dich im Fluss unterbrechen wollte!
Aber eigentlich hätte dir -[IoI]-Ins@ne Meinung schon genug sein müssen:
1. Der Mann spürt, was gefühlsmässig in den Gedichten vorgeht!
2. Der Mann schreibt selber Hammergedicht (ich sag nur: Stupid little Hero!)

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@Pursy Vielen Dank für das Lob. Naja ich wollte deswegen gerne noch die Meinung von wem anders hören, da ich Ins@ne ja aus dem RL kenne und aber gerne ein Statement von jemand anders gehört hätte.
Mich freut es das dir meine Gedichte gefallen. Und das man sie nie umsonst schreibt da bin ich gestern auch draufgekommen, dass sie mehr wert sind als man glaubt, viel mehr.
Seit Dancing Snow versteh ich jetzt auch Gamabuntas Zitat in seiner Signatur viel besser. Nur das ich statt Bücher Gedichte verwenden müsste:
Wir brauchen Bücher, die auf uns wirken wie ein Unglück, das uns sehr schmerzt,
wie der Tod eines, den wir lieber hatten als uns, wie wenn wir in die Wälder verstoßen würden,
von allen Menschen weg, ein Buch muss die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns.
(Franz Kafka)


Eclipse

Slowly it gets darker and dimmer
Until there is no shimmer
Of the beautiful sunlight left
It fell victim to a theft.
I tried to keep the last light
Which lost the fight
Deep inside my heart
Before they start
To vanish completely
I tried repeatly
But it was useless
I couldn’t deny the darkness
Now that there isn’t much time anymore
I can feel deep within my core
How precious it was
because
Now that the eclipse isn’t far apart
They start to cart
Away my feelings with the sunlight
Which was always so bright.
I can feel it already
It’s heady
It can’t wait to devour the last sunray
But I have to stay
I can’t escape
The future is to shape
Now that the eclipse is complete
I know my mistake
They were a fake
But now I have a new seed.

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Hatte mal wieder etwas zum Schreiben:

Again

I'm sitting here thinking of you
And ask myself what I should do
Why this must happen.
You don’t even have a weapon
but it hurts like you have one
and I have none.
The only thing I’ve wanted was to talk to you
And to see you
To look in your face
And see your grace
But now this fades
Like shades
And I try to hold them
But the precious gem
Which they cover
Begins to hover
Away from me
Until I can’t see
You anymore
It’s sore
That I can only try
And at the end cry
I don’t want to accept
But I have to show respect
Of the destiny
Which covers eternity

Alternative ending:

But maybe there is a light
Which will let me fight
To change this fate
it’s not to late
so I try
and hope you have no other fish to fry

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Double Search

And there he goes
Seeking the sunlight which hides
And for which he fights
It forms his life
With a sharp knife
It cuts the new decisions
And (in) his visions
Deep into his face
And forms so his grace
Later when he tell about
All the people only shout
They don’t know what lies behind
And what he tried to find
Everything converts to memories
Also she’s,
and lose his weight
until you can only see a shade
of the things which once were so significant
which[FONT=arial]/[/FONT]who he lend his hand
He lives in a 3 second presence
Which all say is the only essence
Don’t care about the future or the past
The one will became present and the other fades fast.
But why live now when all will become then in one night
Fading away on his side
This is the question he ask
And which to answer is his task
When he looks up at the moon
He know it is soon
Time to change search
To emerge
From the sea of despair
Which fills his hate
It is fate?
To dive
Into a new life
A new perspection
And a new reaction.

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Lost to be Found

Yesterday I found you.
As I always do
I thought I found the greates treasure
So that I can’t really realize your measure
At first I forgot my memories
I thought they rest in peace
But then they stang in my perception
So that I had to read their caption
And than I knew
This isn’t new.
I already thought that before
And swore
it will happen no more
But now I’m standing here
Don’t know if I can bear
The insight which this brings.
But I don’t pull the strings
I’ve already found a treasure
Of which I now not even know it’s measure
It was a trap
Which left a vacant gap
Inside my soul
Which actually symbolizes almost the whole.
Now I don’t know how to react
Is it a fact
That it’s always a pretty illusion?
Is this the conclusion?
But if I don’t try…
Am I shy…?
How will I know what it holds
Until it unfolds?
I think I’ll try
And maybe I’ll fly…

[Hirvine]

Was jemand auch sagen.. Du bist wirklich gut. Ich liebe "Dancing snow". (Ja, ok. Ich habe nun nicht alles gelesen, muB ich noch tun. Aber ich speichern es.. und lese es dannach noch, Gut.) TschüB

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@Hirvine Vielen Dank . Freut einem immer zu lesen wenn das was man geschrieben hat anderen gefällt ^^

Kommt mir zwar nicht so gelungen vor dieses Gedicht, aber ich poste es trotzdem mal. Das 2. an dem ich gerade schreibe wird hoffentlich wieder besser.

Fated feelings

How can I trust my feelings anymore?
They betrayed me too often before.
I know it wasn’t your fault
That you brought me to naught.
What other thing could you do?
Because you are you
Maybe I should start to believe in fate
which wields a sharp blade
which I can’t evade.
Maybe I only can’t see the sense
Because I’m bound to the tense
And can’t break through this fence.
And maybe one day
I can say
I’ve met a girl
who doesn’t hurl
me around like a ball
who catches me when I fall
and for whom I’m more than a friend
so this story would end.

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Dried tears

I’m unable to cry.
My tears already dry
before they left the eye.
I’m only 16 years old,
but emotionally already so cold?
Maybe I’ve experienced too much,
so that nothing can touch
my heart which is broken.
It was only a token,
which was lost at the first game.
It was always the same
and no one to blame.
They say it always was my fault,
because I didn’t caught
what they said.?
I don’t manage it to get that out of my head.
Did they really said
something about me
or the fee
I now have to pay
day for day?
I can only remember
how they douse the last ember
of hope
with which I tried to cope
the game of life
which dances with me jive. (in der Art von mit mir Schlittenfährt gedacht. Stimmt zwar wahrscheinlich nicht aber es hat gerade gepasst.. Künstlerische Freiheit ^^)
Why can’t I compete?
I feel the heat
of rage
which wants to break its cage.
Maybe the only feeling left,
the other fell victims to a theft.
A theft that left me nothing and all alone.
Or exists there a sin for which I have to atone?
A sin which I don’t know I have done
Or maybe all was just fun?
And they didn’t thought a thing,
were just playing,
without knowing the rules
like fools.
But it isn’t their heart which is now lost
And which is replaced by frost.
A frost which burns inside
With such a light
That I can’t see the truth anymore
It is sore
That every time I try
I cannot even cry.

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Back in Time

I’m back in time
And can see the present which was mine.
I can see my mistakes
And my fakes
I see the same faces
Follow the same traces
Visit the old places.
Solving the old cases
Feel again old sorrow and pain
Thinking again everything is vain
Fade away in eternity
Seeing my destiny
Searching for the same answers
Try to cure the cancers,
Which effected me long time ago
And I thought always as my foe.
Not able to understand
That they lend me a hand.
By shaping myself this times
And setting my limes.
I’m reading my thoughts
Which I wrote down like this lines

[La Cipolla]

Mir ist grad was aufgefallen.
Dieses und die anderen Gedichte haben eines gemeinsam: Du schreibst sie mit dem Vokabular eines Menschen, der Englisch gelernt hat, nicht mit dem eines Poeten. Was ich meine, ist die Tatsache, als hättest du einfach nur immer hundertprozentig passende Wörter gesucht und sie hintereinander gestellt, und im Ganzen hört sich das dann irgendwie langweilig an. Bestes Beispiel ist "Try to cure the cancers". Die Idee ist ja toll, aber es klingt schon so, als hättest du krampfhaft einen Reim gesucht. Im Deutschen nehmen die Dichter ja auch oft andere Schreibarten oder Abkürzungen. Vielleicht solltest du dich mehr auf den Inhalt konzentrieren und die Wörter, die eigentlich passen würden, nicht durch sich reimende ersetzen, sondern die passenden abändern.

Das letzte Gedicht ist inhaltlich zugegebenermaßen ziemlich genial rübergbracht, und wie auch bei den anderen ist das Ende Wirklich ziemlich cool.

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Mir ist grad was aufgefallen.
Dieses und die anderen Gedichte haben eines gemeinsam: Du schreibst sie mit dem Vokabular eines Menschen, der Englisch gelernt hat, nicht mit dem eines Poeten. Was ich meine, ist die Tatsache, als hättest du einfach nur immer hundertprozentig passende Wörter gesucht und sie hintereinander gestellt, und im Ganzen hört sich das dann irgendwie langweilig an. Bestes Beispiel ist "Try to cure the cancers". Die Idee ist ja toll, aber es klingt schon so, als hättest du krampfhaft einen Reim gesucht. Im Deutschen nehmen die Dichter ja auch oft andere Schreibarten oder Abkürzungen. Vielleicht solltest du dich mehr auf den Inhalt konzentrieren und die Wörter, die eigentlich passen würden, nicht durch sich reimende ersetzen, sondern die passenden abändern.

Das letzte Gedicht ist inhaltlich zugegebenermaßen ziemlich genial rübergbracht, und wie auch bei den anderen ist das Ende Wirklich ziemlich cool.

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Ja da hast du Recht. Es passiert öfters das ich nach Wörtern suche die sich reimen und auch zu meinem Inhalt passen. Ich werd mal versuchen mir deinen Tipp zu Herzen zu nehmen
Danke für das Lob ^^ Freut mich wenn du mit meinen Gedichten was anfangen kannst.

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Absolute End

In a night full of hope and despair,
I got the message which I too much care.
Again I felt sorrow and pain.
Everything seemed vain.
The barrage which repressed my tears broke apart,
The void was gone, which dominated my heart;
Substituted for feelings which I hoped never to be linked to you.
You saw my inner soul,
And could understand my being as a whole,
But my heart had to be shattered this time.
It was no crime,
Because you had no other choice;
You didn’t want to hear all the time my voice,
And feel my closeness,
Because for you it already seemed endless.
You just wanted a friend,
Who would lend you a hand.
I wanted more.
Now every thought about you seems sore.
For me this has to be the absolute end.
Every new hope which arises will only rend (me)
How should it go on?
Has a cruel fate won?
Does it actually exist?
I’m lost in mist;
Your hand, which guided me before, disappears.
With my eyes still full of tears,
I’m trying to see another way,
To feel again the sunlight of the day.
Although everything is dark,
There is always a spark.
I just can’t see through my tears yet,
But sometime I will; you bet.
While I’m trying to rescue my heart,
Knowing the hole you left behind will stay of me a part,
It’s starting to rain, clearing the mist.
As I can see the surrounding again my hands become fists.
I remember that the world doesn’t care about you,
Everyone else is laughing like I also was used to with you.
My tears are being washed away, so that nobody can see,
What is happening inside of me.
While turning away from this scene,
I’m trying to forget how it has been:
How glad I felt seeing your smile,
How fascinated I was by your style.
The path I went down with you was full of light.
I should have been aware that it can’t always be that bright.
Now the path has ended at a fork. You’ve chosen the one way
I have to choose the other, did you say?
I look at the raindrops falling from the skies.
They seem like being tears from somebody who cries,
Shattered when they reach the ground
I get scared by that sound,
Because I know that I am still falling
Waiting for the impact, which will stop my calling
In the raindrops in front of me
I’m starting to see:
Memories about you
Experiences I had with you.
They all fall down with the drops of rain.
I have to ask myself if I can stand it or go insane.
Like a curtain in a theatre which drops to indicate the end of the act,
I just have to accept this end as a fact.
Wherever the path in front will lead me
I need to start walking to see
Without breaking my neck,
Which would be caused if I ever look back.