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They're pretty good. I write poetry too but some of it is nonsensical. I have a lot in my notebook but I left it at school ><. I also wrote an epic (narrative) poem..
I will post some when I have my notebook.
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Not bad... And about mine... Ok mate, but I think you won't understand it (some memberes can though) --------------------------------------------------------- Iz tame ona dolazi strpljivo vreba,pa polazi koraci joj ko pero laki bježi,idi se sakrij. Probaj,ali istina je ustvari, ona toliko za životom mari da zaustavit je moči nećeš jer se neizbježno sam ka njoj krečeš. zato čekaj da vrijeme ti prođe i vječna smrt po te dođe. ---------------------------------------------------- Ispred mene ponor, dubok, dublji, znati ne želim užas koji se skriva, spretno vreba, vrijeme čeka, vrijeme što stat će. I tmina, počinje da biva, crna i blijeda, život i smrt, il' pak samo beskrajna praznina siva, koja jeste, jer nije, i nijema jer krije, paklenu agoniju što hladno se sliva, niz srce, kroz vrisak iz podzemlja moga, U plamen koji slatko, gorku dušu prekriva, dok prestade da biva, u nadi da biva. --------------------------------------------------------------- U dnu duše se rađa, odgajaju je patnja,bol i strah, biva u svijetu sjena, sve oko nje postaje vječni prah. Tu ona nijemo čeka strpljivo na trenutak svoj, vrijeme će joj doći, konačna odluka,bitka,boj! U treptaju oka te zauzima, tvrđavu,prijestolnicu svoju. Osjetit ćeš njezin dolazak, kada se nađeš u tom boju. Ali znaj,da bijega ti nema, vladar je ona čvrst, vezat će te u svijetu sjena, zlobno se smijati,uprijeti u te prst. Postat ćeš zla i tame rob, lutka,pod njenom odlučnom rukom. Možda se iz lanaca uspiješ istrgnuti, ali samo pod velikom mukom. Zato je se uvjek kloni, trči što dalje kad se njeno ime čuje, ne dozvoli nikad u životu, da ti mržnja sudbinu kuje. ------------------------------------------------- Carstvo moga srca, beskrajne doline, bistre rijeke, ponosne planine, plodovi božanskih mirisa, usred vječno zelene šume, čisto plavo nebo, svi oni čuvari krune. Prostrano je carstvo, vrtovi u srcu mome, ja pun dobrote vladar, u njemu mjesta svakome. Prijatelji stari,novi, sva bića vidim rado, s ljubavlju čuvam ih, kao pastir dragocjeno stado. Pored svih duša, Nad kojima gospodarim, Samo ona vladar moj je Za čijom ljupkošću marim. ------------------------------------------------------ Vidiš li divotu njezinu, silu koja iza se krije najveću na njedrima Geje što oko sebe svjetlost sije. Daruje sreću,radost i dobrotu na svijetu ovome, dušama svim, uništava mržnju, rastjeruje mrak, probija se kroz bola otrovni dim. I ako strijelama zlatnim probada zatamnjena srca zla, može i brižljiva majka biti sinova Agonija, Mržnja i Osveta. Kao takvu, čuvaj je se dok dišeš, od pogleda njenog treba se kriti nemilostan ona igrač je tad u igri života,u kojoj više ne želiš biti.
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It's Slavic lyrics. What's the point?...
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"Their trumpets again are of a peculiar barbarian kind; they blow into them and produce a harsh sound which suits the tumult of war." Droit du sang : la nationalité française est transmise par filiation paternelle ou maternelle légitime ou naturelle, en France ou ŕ l'étranger sans aucune condition autre que l'établissement légal de la filiation pendant la minorité de l'enfant (Art. 18 et 18-1 du Code Civil – Art. 20-1 du Code civil).
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I can undertand most of the words but still not always get the meaning. Do you have some in English?
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We don't know where to run Oh, we don't know where to go from here We don't know right from wrong We just have to carry on We don't know where to run Oh, we don't know where to go from here The dreams we have inside will come true and we will be reborn tonight |
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Past are the times in wicked dark lies. In every European your reveange is dreamnig, Thunder strikes, blood flows, enemies screaming. like it?
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![]() Here's a random thing I wrote one day in French class and I still don't know what I meant (What I mean is that I understand what I've written in French, but I don't know why I wrote it): je pense que les chatons sont pierrement comme les chiennes dans l'homme serieusement mon verbe aveuglante est jalous comme les cereales hypocaloriques les magazines que j'ai lis s'appeler ms. nintendique les chapeaux et les bottes sont oki mais les bottes sont malades comme aids et les chapeaux sont bonnes comme les arc en ciels mon crayon est 2B mais mon tete est fatigué ma mere est folle et aussi mon pere est fou je voudrais sortir cette salle, ce lieu JE ME COAGULE! --- Something angsty that is dated two years ago: I wish I could live without fear of knowing the fear of knowledge and of you knowing Knowledge is a powerful thing, a powerful power, that can give or take Destroy or create, I know that you know that as well as I that we know Futility, it is futile, you know that as well as I that we know I live in fear of the fear you have of that which that I fear you knowing So perhaps fear is just knowledge and knowledge of fear One can only hope in this fearful knowledge that knowledgeable fear is here to stay ------ Damn, I was angsty two and a half years ago: ![]() Through lightless eyes I peer out. Half closed and near the death-like embrace of sleep I am rusted. a hole burnt through My passion, my heart, and my will to live on For all the lessons life teaches. I have learnt Too many lessons dealt with a closed fist. The falsity of life has got me beat Burnt out with nothing to live for --- Hurra, the depression parade continues with a more recent piece: Tears raining down The face of a woman She smiles as she cries Standing alone it seems She is not alone Standing beside her A beautiful man Who throws her to the ground Then picks her up again ----
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Sorry, I don't understand French...
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We don't know where to run Oh, we don't know where to go from here We don't know right from wrong We just have to carry on We don't know where to run Oh, we don't know where to go from here The dreams we have inside will come true and we will be reborn tonight |
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Well, it seems neither do I.
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"Their trumpets again are of a peculiar barbarian kind; they blow into them and produce a harsh sound which suits the tumult of war." Droit du sang : la nationalité française est transmise par filiation paternelle ou maternelle légitime ou naturelle, en France ou ŕ l'étranger sans aucune condition autre que l'établissement légal de la filiation pendant la minorité de l'enfant (Art. 18 et 18-1 du Code Civil – Art. 20-1 du Code civil).
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What? ._. Why are you using my face? ._.
I will translate for Ed Gein: I think that the kittens are stoned like bitches in the serious man my blinding verb is jealous like hypocaloric cereal the magazines that i read are called ms. nintendique hats and boots are oki but boots are bad like aids and hats are good like rainbows my pencil is 2B but my head is tired my mother is crazy and also my father is crazy i would like to leave this room, this place I COAGULATE! It doesn't make any sense ![]()
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