Lili Marleen engl. translationLili Marleen engl. translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In front of the barracks,
In front of the main gate,
Stood a lamppost,
If it still stands out front,
So will we see each other there again,
By the lamppost we'll stand,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Our two shadows
Looked like one.
That we were so much in love,
Anyone could see at a glance.
And everyone will see it,
When we stand by the lamppost,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Already called the guard,
"They're blowing taps.
That could cost you three days!"
"Comrade, I'll be right there."
Then we said farewell,
How much would I have rather gone with you,
With you, Lili Marleen.
It knows your footsteps,
Your beautiful walk.
It burns every evening,
Although it forgot me long ago.
And if a mishap should befall me,
Who will stand by the lamppost,
With you, Lili Marleen?
Out of the silent space,
Out of the depths of the earth,
Lifts me as in a dream
Your beloved mouth.
When the nocturnal mists swirl,
I will be standing by the lamppost,
As before, Lili Marleen.
ItM - Simon - 76Connecting with a Glimpse of HopeItM - Simon - 766 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe life was supposed to confuse you some days. There were times when the curveball would come and hit me, and Id have to work hard to regain my balance.
I preferred the days when nothing huge or life-altering happened. It was easier for me to follow the slow waves instead of the fast-paced hurricanes.
And then there were the days when you expected nothing and something showed up, smacking you right in the face.
I really hoped life was going to start warning me before the strange things happened, but it never did. At least it kept my reflexes working.
I knew when the sun rose because I could see the light creeping through the blinds, but it disappeared as soon as it arrived when the rain rolled in. It pounded down on the roof, but it wasnt loud enough to wake Erin lying next to me.
She just sighed, made a humming sound in her throat, and rolled to lie on her stomach, hugging the pillow close. My finger slid down the curve o
ItM - Erin - 43Girl Being Torn in TwoItM - Erin - 437 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe I had some kind of damsel-in-distress complex, because I kept getting into situations where Simon had to come along and save me.
I couldnt count that time we were in the alley and those humans showed up, because I kind of held my own there and bit the one.
When the Eleanor imposter tried to have Mick and I shipped off to the middle of nowhere, that was an opportunity for me to leave the house and finally find a place of my own, but I couldnt. Everything with Simon was too new and too sweet, and I didnt want to lose any of it.
Being separated from him by force and locked in that basement was so different, but it was so much of the same situation, too. Someone wanted to keep us apart, someone didnt like seeing us as a couple, and I hoped that Simon would find some way to keep us together. Its possible I couldve fought my way free when Oliver first locked me down in the basement, but that girly part of me wanted Simon
CarnivalCarnival6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers sticky from taffy apples,
blood oranges and candy floss,
clutch balloons like long lost ghosts
and the wrappers of sweets
scatter across the wooden pier
where a sideshow barker sits -
one finger crooked in welcome,
his mind the faded posters
of your curiosity
Coins spill from your fingers -
shiny copper to cross palms
as a strangers smile
bewitches your steps
and lures you in.
Childrens bright shoes flash
the whirl of painted ponies
and music rattling like tin
while overhead the Ferris Wheel
like a twisted top.
The clowns crayon slick smile
darts like a razor
and dares you to follow
behind the mirrors
into the maze.
And under the big top
an acrobat hangs
like a tiny doll -
wires crossed, net cut,
twitching like a slip knot,
as the crowd holds its breath,
waiting for the show.
Mystery Poem 1words escaping your fingers,Mystery Poem 17 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worlds forming on the page
as you create stories of
and dreaming lovers.
ItM - Simon - 10Faith in WaitingItM - Simon - 107 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I figured Id have to get Erin used to having someone around that cared about her. It wasnt that she was upset that I was paying so much attention to her, it was that she wasnt used to someone giving her actual affection instead of orders.
I didnt want to wait for her to get used to it, because I kept hearing that low, rumbling voice that represented my werewolf instincts. It kept growling at me, almost snarling, telling me to keep Erin close, to keep her safe and happy and hidden away from anything that could hurt her.
When I was younger, my dad explained to me that sometimes my werewolf instincts would just want to come out and take control, and that sometimes Id have to choose whether or not to keep them tightly leashed.
It was hard to know which way to go when it came to Erin. There was just something about her that screamed watch over me while that same part of her said give me a hand and Ill bite it off.
the Angel and the VampireShe stands in the sun in the garden, the earth warm about her hands. She breathes in the scent of growing plants, of the things of earth and man...the Angel and the Vampire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He comes walking down the road, on the path of straight black stone. His form is dark, it's far away, but he's heading towards her home. She knows
the man from eons past, she knows his essence well. She knows his reasons for coming here, she knows he comes from Hell.
Moving through the quiet house, she quickly dons her robes. For ages now, since the death of men she'd forgotten them like long lost hopes. The world
had been so empty for such a long, long time. But now the end comes closer still, and she hopes he will be kind.
He walks up to the door, which opens on it's own. He walks into her sanctuary, invades her quiet home. He stands there in the entry, so tall
and strong and dark. His clothes are black as deepest night, his blade is long and sharp. His eyes find hers and he regards her, so close now to the
end, his long time long lost en
ItM - MickPicking up Where We Left OffItM - Mick6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I saw Rory scrambling to her feet, struggling with the bumps of the sand, and watched her run across the grass to one of the two stable men in her life, the other being my brother.
Hey there, munchkin. Gabe picked her up and swung her around in circles as she giggled.
It was strange, watching her play with him. She wasnt his daughter, but he acted like she was whenever he was with her. I think he wouldve liked to be her father, but it wasnt like I could go back in time and sleep with him instead of the other guy when I got pregnant.
He was the father she didnt have, the one she shouldve had if my life had been perfect, but it wasnt. Instead, her actual father was someone I didnt expect to meet again, so it was just me and her.
She was a handful, and she loved to talk, but she was worth every sleepless night I had. She was my Aurora, my little Rory, and I wanted her to have e
ProtectorOn battlementProtector8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The archer stood
By banner gold and white.
'Neath crimson skies
In mail, clad
He caught the dying light.
His watch near end
He shifted gaze
To castle and to keep.
With duty filled
The soldier longed
For supper and for sleep.
When turned back he,
Though brave he was,
There came a startled cry.
For shadow loomed
'Tween sun and moon
Descending from the sky.
"To arms!" he yelled,
"A wurm doth near!",
As arrow was let free.
But weak it was
On serpent skin.
The dragon roared with glee.
Cruel flames blew past
To either side
So close they singed his skin.
Came screams from those
Who rose to fight
Then went silent again.
The beast had missed,
He knew this true,
Not by chance, but by plan.
So leaped he off
The castle wall
And shed the form of man.
Twin wings burst forth
From shoulder blades
To catch the cool night air
As silver links
Turned to scale
And horns formed from white hair.
His golden coif
Merged with his skin
And mouth grew to fierce maw.
Flattened to sl
IrelandIreland6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I counted the shades of green
in the land of my father's fathers
and set my watch back a hundred years.
I wrapped my tongue,
loosened by rich pints of warm Guinnesss,
around the Gaelic
and got punch drunk on the words of Yeats
Irish eyes and fiddle music.
I found the song of Erin
is a Pan reed boat
lost out on Galway Bay
where bards stitch their words
into fishing nets
and dream of old gods
under the moons of Connemara.
ItM - Simon - 28World of WonderItM - Simon - 287 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, whenever I had to go into the city to buy something or pick-up something, I would get the feeling that someone was watching me. Of course, I didnt know if it was just regular paranoia or if someone really was watching me.
I figured it was more of the former. Who would be following me around? Was I really that important or interesting?
Every so often Id get that hair prickling on the back of my neck feeling, but then it would go away and Id forget all about it.
There were also those times when Id get the feeling that someone threatening was following me, like when I took Mick to her doctors appointment one time, and it took almost half an hour for the wolf in my head to stop growling. He wasnt just protective of Erin, but protective of Mick and the baby, too.
Maybe I was worried that everything wasnt going to work out, that at some point wed be moved again and this time Erin wouldnt be co
ItM - Erin - 59Scenery of a New BeginningItM - Erin - 596 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was younger, I always dreamed about living in a little home of my own, where Id be able to have all the things that I liked in it. There wouldnt be any large, gaudy paintings, any crystal chandeliers, any leather couches with ugly blankets tossed over them.
Everything would be clean and peaceful, pale green and beige paint on the walls, plump pillows on the couch in front of the TV. Thered be a computer in the den, some pictures on the walls and the side tables, and drapes thick enough to keep the sun out over the windows.
Of course, now that I was going to be living with Simon, with him and our baby, the picture in my head of my ideal home shifted. Thered still be the couch and pillows, the computer and pictures, the thick drapes over the windows, but now there would be extra things.
Thered be a fridge full of food, a bathroom with a larger bathtub and shower, and a room with a crib and changing table for the baby.
Acid and WineMemories taste like acid and wineAcid and Wine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His fingertips are a match,
Swiftly igniting a fire,
One smooth trek down my spine.
Memories feel like silk and swords
My body blazes, responds,
Dissolves; I become his in an
Instant, a lightning flash.
Memories smell like cinnamon and gasoline
He maps me with his mouth,
Traverse places no one else has seen,
Claims me as his own.
Memories look like corpses and angels
I search for his hand in the dark,
Come up empty, stay empty, until
The shell falls apart.
Memories sound like screams and laughter
You pick up the pieces, hold them till
They warm, become human again, and theyre
Finally ready to become who I should have
Danger SignDanger Sign6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thinly veiled threat of you
runs my jaw
like a black velvet finger
aching for riddles.
You are all soft silk and whispers
sweet suffering and innuendo
and a jade's game
that loves to taunt me out of my skin.
The unplanned danger of me
plucks your mouth
like a hornet stinging nectar,
drinking in your taste.
I am all nightshade and silver
coarse textures and rough propositions
and a rogue's game
that longs to leave you unhinged.
ItM - Erin - 53Life Moves OnItM - Erin - 536 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A family was a bizarre creation. It could be full of people you were related to by blood or marriage, or it could be a group of people you were so close to that they knew your thoughts and secrets.
Ten years of not having a family of my own made me crave one that would accept me, and I thought Id found that family with Simon, but then Michaela accepted me, and Louisa, and Aurora and Gabe.
Michaelas friendship took months to gain, almost a year. She was wary of my need for blood instead of food, wondering if I would bite her if I had the chance.
Louisa was quick to accept, and Gabe, but he had a human and boyish fascination with vampires. He would stare as I drank from glasses of blood, asking what it tasted like and if I liked certain blood types more than others.
Aurora loved me almost from the beginning, but she loved everyone almost from the beginning. It was hard for her not to love someone, because she liked everyone. Mick was her favourite, of cou
Never AgainNever Again10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the Oceanic waves
She behaves like a wild beast uncaged.
Young but aged
Brand new but played,
She casts her band at the sun.
'Never again' she waves.
It arched and held
Glistened and fell
Landed like a coin in a wishing well,
But offered no well wishes
For the fishes who nipped at her gilded hell.
It swayed along the shores and eddied by the wharfs
And froze and melted on the sands of time.
Sublime in its motion and beautiful in its state.
Forgotten and lost,
It glimmers with the stars
The rocks and kelp.
By: Sean O'Mara
ShameShame6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You wear my shame
in a bleak curtain of tears,
a single strand of dark silk,
ripped from the night -
the pattern torn,
ends fraying in the dying light
that dares to slip under my doorway.
A patina of doubt wears at my edges,
clings like a shroud -
the gauze of too many years
shredding simple thoughts
into dangerous words.
And in the womb of your sighs,
a disfigured shadow sits down
to feast on pretty pictures
that can never be.
My circus smile belies
the brilliant weight of stars;
and in the thick murder of sleep,
where dreams are a trick of the light,
you have come undone
like a house of sighs
spilled from my blood....
Looking UpEvery person that I pass on the street either looks at me and smiles, or looks down at the passing cracks and scuffed boots that refuse to look back. Not one ever looks up. As a human I feel restrained in this two-way world, and as a stranger I feel helpless.Looking Up7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Did you see the man with the tattered work gloves? How he hid his fingers in his sweat-stained blue jeans and held a staring contest with his steel toes? I wish he knew that I walked by, that if he was to pass by me a second time, a that man looks more tired than the last time I saw him thought could run through his mind. He cant even imagine where hes going because he is too busy stuffing his mind with personal guilt. Nobody blames him but himself: for his menial job, his workaday routine, his solitude.
But I am just assuming here. I couldnt pinpoint this mans face in a lineup, or greet him by his predictable nickname. He would tell me (if he could see me), that the brim of his cap simpl
The Luck O' the vampiresGilder looked across the smoky bar, a thin hand rolled cigarette in his mouth adding to the acrid fog with lazy swirls as he chewed the end around agitatedly.The Luck O' the vampires7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The focus of his attention was on two women, sat right at the other end of the curved wooden counter, both with full glasses in front of them. The first woman, a short, pretty girl with a hint of the oriental in her young features, was staring, engrossed, at the second woman, child-like fingers entwined in multi-coloured hair.
The second woman, a tall, stunningly beautiful woman that had an air of British aristocracy in her stance and a strange maturity in her face, was holding a large, gold coin on a hooked finger, thumb positioned underneath; ready to flick.
The first woman nodded slowly, and said something that Gilder couldnt make out over the noise of the television in the corner of the bar, showing a series of advertisements. The first woman glanced up at Gilder, but he barely noticed, his attention now firmly fixed on
ItM - Erin - 5The Smoke from the FireItM - Erin - 57 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think theres a part of me thats afraid of the outside world, thats afraid to leave the house and meet new people. Id been kept in the same place for years, only allowed to go out at certain times to visit certain places. These times I met with Simon were the only chance I had to do something for myself and not for Eleanor.
Shed probably have a fit if she knew, but to hell with her. Sometimes I just wanted to cram all those requests of hers down her throat until she choked on them.
I think I was also afraid of having something good happen to me since it happened so rarely.
My parents died when I was young. I couldnt do any kind of higher level education because Eleanor wouldnt let me after my vampire/night schooling ended when I was 15. I was never allowed to have any friends because then theyd give me ideas on how a child working for a living was wrong.
That was why I was afraid of
ItM - Erin - 36Planning for a BabyItM - Erin - 367 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never thought that Id ever be in a position to help raise a child, but with Michaela pregnant, it kept looking like I was going to help out in terms of taking care of the baby. Mick wouldnt get the chance to dump the baby in my lap so I would take care of it, but I would help out now and then.
It wasnt fair to her for me to assume that she would just dump the baby on me, but she had a history of shirking responsibility and ignoring the things that mattered.
Since shed learned that she was pregnant, Michaela had cleaned up her act, taking care of what she was putting into her body and how much physical work she was doing. The bulge of the baby was starting to get bigger, but she was gaining weight so the bump didnt look out of place.
Maybe the baby was the thing that would help Mick centre her life.
One day when Simon was out shooting a wedding and Louisa was at the hardware store picking up paint for both her new room a
A heart in the mirror fogI would draw you a heart in the mirror fog,A heart in the mirror fog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would quickly fade but re-appear every time you showered.
We'd toast marshmallows on the gas stove because as city people that's as close as we'd get to camping.
Or we'd sleep on your fire escape imaging what the stars would look like if the buildings weren't in the road and the 7/11 sigh would stop flashing.
Imaging what it would be like to do our own washing without $10 in $1 coins and a weird guy trying to see what colour underwear you wore.
We'd dream of days where we could have pens that didn't come from the local bank and didn't have chains around them still.
Where a fire would actually kick out heat and not have to be started every 25 minutes after the DVD stopped.
Where we would have known our neighbors, even had a gate in the back fence so we could share the pool they got for Christmas, or play practical jokes. But instead it's a guy named Steve, who smokes something that doesn't smell like what my dad use to smoke and has a on
Tiger In Heat*****Warning: multiple sex partners****Tiger In Heat8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It was hot. I felt as if my body was going to go up in flames if I didnt get some sexual gratification soon. I lay naked in the bed, sweat rolling down my sides. I needed my demons and my angel and Hawke.
I tried moving my arms, I wanted to touch my clit to relieve myself, but I couldnt, they were tied to the bed posts. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the room by myself. I cursed under my breath, wanting to new whos idea it was to tie me up. You didnt tie a tiger up for no reason. There were repercussions. And revenge was just so sweet .
There door opened and Hawke entered the room with something under his arm. Was that an . Ice tray? He walked over to me with a light in his eyes, and a grin on his lips, the tips of his fangs bare visible. Your awake, he whispered softly. He saw the glow in my neon colored eyes and smiled. Dont worry baby, were going to ease your need. Ahdict,