Poems / Rhymes / Poetry

you have grown to be to me

not to be with me?

Be quiet
Big boys don’t cry
Be quiet
This all is a lie
There is no magic
No one can fly…


Maccabros

Everybody has a chance to fly
until broken wings.
Everybody can raise up to thesky
'till the dark of e'ening.

Love is like a butterfly in so many, many ways.
It brings a bit of sunshine even ongloomy days.

It makes our souls feel lighter just to know it's there
Andgives our spirits wings, as if floating in the air.

It carries us to placesthat we never knew before
And comes in many sizes, shapes and hues galore.

Once we've seen it, we wish to hold onto it so tight
But like a frail butterfly,we must allow it free flight,

For if we should try to cage it up and hold it ina pen,
We'll surely crush its wings, and it'll never fly again.

To keepthat love glowing in our hearts each day,
We must remember always to give some of itaway.

Every little bit we give to someone else to share
Comes backtenfold, and we've so much to spare.

Put your love on gossamer wings, and giveit flight;
It will return to you, and bring you much delight.

yo i´m the mutherfuckin santa
and i don´t give a damn
about the whole christmasshit
and these faggots from wham
every year before christmas
they are singinthis song
and when i see them on the tele
i know something went wrong
wherethe hell is the good ole christmas spirit gone


i know it´s very bad :D butdon´t slap me^^

In an ocean of feelings
I don`t know what to do
Although I am
The one wholeft
I just keep on thinking of you

It makes me want to cry
To know howI treated you
I`m so sorry
For what I did
I`ll never find another love likeyou

Little things you did
The sweet things you said
You made me feel sospecial
I just can`t forget

I have written this text a few months ago. What do you think, is it good?

I´m sitting here
in this cold room.
I´m dreaming of my life, how it has supposed to be.
I close my eyes
and I see you.
You pulled me in the dark, you were not good for me.
Not good for me....

My skin is cold.
My eyes are dead.
Now everything is gone and I´m away with it.
I won´t come back.
Everything´s out.
You had the chance to love, but you had ignored it.
Had ignored it....

Why have you lost?
What have I done?
I was your little girl and you threw me away.
Now I´m broken.
And you´re to blame.
Everything is never like it´s supposed to be.
Supposed to be...

sehr schön, bis auf ein paar kleine Dinge, die ich ändern würde.....@Mockingjay

@Tussinelda
What would you change? :)

I´m writing english because we are in the english category. I hope it´s okay ^^

@Mockingjay

well, here is my "touch up"......

Mockingjay schrieb:I´m dreaming of my life, how it has supposed to be.

how it WAS supposed to be

Mockingjay schrieb:Now everything is gone and I´m away with it.

I would replace the word "away" and use "gone" instead

Mockingjay schrieb:You had the chance to love, but you had ignored it.

leave out the second "had" just say "but you ignored it"

Mockingjay schrieb:Everything is never

there is one word for this: "nothing", so you should write "nothing is like it is supposed to be"

but these are just my 2 cents ;)

@Mockingjay

Mockingjay schrieb:I´m writing english because we are in the english category. I hope it´s okay ^^

No, it's certainly not. You have to write Mandarin in the English rubric. It's absolutely obvious! Isn't it?

:troll:

@Tussinelda
You have really good ideas :) Thank you :)

@Banana_Joe
Mandarin? No, I should write French :troll:

"Jabberwocky"

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

I have no friends.
This may sound crude but it is the truth.

I have no friends. In fact, I don't remember ever having a friend. I grew up in orphanages until I was 16, at which point I was adopted. I realized a few months ago when I was eating a stale bologna sandwich that ants can sense food. I had accidentally dropped a few crumbs as I was eating and within minutes ants were everywhere, marching in formation towards the crumbs, carrying off pieces of food back to their home base. Now I have become so lonely that I actually take food to bed at night to feel company. However, the food isn't for me, it is for my new friends--the ants. I usually use crackers, sometimes I use the crust from toast I had earlier in the morning. Before I go to bed I take off my clothes, then I lie down and lay the food on my naked body. Within minutes the ants find the food. Soon I am covered in ants. They never bite me, it's almost as if we have an unspoken agreement; I provide them food and they provide me company. I like the tickling feeling as they crawl over my bare skin, navigating between my body hairs. I drift off to sleep smiling. In the morning my friends are gone, but they haven't left a crumb, they haven't made a noise to startle me from my sleep, and for a moment I feel alone again, but then the feeling passes and I smile, realizing I will see them again at night...my friends--the ants.

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message2408683/pg1

you do not know the value of water,
before the well runs dry ...

No
do not say you love me
often, too much often
I hear these words.
was just there for me
Give me shelter
and have faith.
And let me feel
that you need me.
and then
then
speaking of love.

intensivia

oh my dare there is bounty in de store
hold it up

all those zumbie will never ever scratch moi up
carneval action brik a stik no war for that
my boken is a legal weapon, selfmade for my slut

unbroken word who march 2 da oak
checkin o my gal no more gun clickin
shitty Leghorn chicken
from dat crop

they talk like piss
moi drink wine with king his
troika beeres and applepie

zar drakeghule rid my pony
now moi remember the valley of gore
Villa Tarzan und Jane trice

this is the hope of the brave
this is the home of the prey

drakewolves scratch tight when the fullmoon shines
gore white lamp shine in their eyes
wu conquer them?

no one nonez and team - freedom aoaoao abc crew survives
anzuz ancient

worD

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.