Suesse MomenteHonig tropft vom Mond inSuesse Momente7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
die milchigen Augen des
Morgens. Ungeniert leckt die Sonne
am Morgen das Grau hinfort.
Wir wickeln Bonbons aus
Morgenröte direkt in unsere
Zuckermünder. Während die
Orangensonne ihren topologischen
Platz erklimmt, zerfließt der
Tag in Tun und Sein.
Große hungrige Alltagsmomente
klingen und klirren in die
Ruhe hinein. Raben preisen große
süße Glücksgefühle, laute Vielfalt.
Nur das leise Rascheln
verrät noch die Naschhaftigkeit deiner
Gedanken und ein süßlicher
Geschmack erzählt von der klaren
Einfachheit des Glücks.
DaemmerungSo wie alles sein Ende kennt,Daemmerung7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sich leise auch die Sonne senkt,
und in der Ferne der Wald zu brennen scheint,
sich die Nacht mit dem Tag vereint.
Und der Horizont lodert leise,
auf eigentümliche, geheimnisvolle Weise.
Der letzte Blick die fernen Kronen trifft,
aufgelöst in Nebel, aufgelöst in Nichts.
Ja, es scheint die Welt würde dort verschwinden,
sich in der Ferne nur der endlose Nebel zu befinden
und Licht und Schatten ineinander fließt,
Dunkelheit über uns vergießt.
KehrtwendeDie Kehrtwende, eine neue RichtungKehrtwende3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Der Weg, mein Leben- neu gefunden
Kein müder, schwerer Atemzug mehr
Sondern ein erlebtes, warmes Bild
Unter einem klaren Sternenhimmel
Gefangen wie in einem zarten Buch
Gehe ich meinen neuen, hellen Pfad
Durch Wälder alter, vergangener Liebe
Hier fließen keine heißen Tränen
Sie fühlen sich hier nicht zuhause
Nicht nur jetzt- niemals mehr
Weder in deinen Augen, noch in meinen
Blätter, wie schlagende Herzen
Schauen von den Bäumen sachte herab
Segnen meinen neuen Weg, unseren Weg
Flüstern uns leise ersehnte Freiheit zu
Raumlose Bewegungnicht deine FedernRaumlose Bewegung2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lassen dich beflügelt
in jener Schwingung
reiner Form bestehn
wo das Sonnengeflecht
Wärme zu weinen
wenn zwei Seelen
pure Gedanken einen
aus ewigen Geistern
wundert mich dein Überlegen
gehst du niemals verloren
sei dein Name
frag nicht nach irdischem Nutzen
nach sinnlosem Beschmutzen
wenn deine wahrhaftigen Schwingen
ganz andere Welten zu dir bringen
© j.w.waldeck 03.06.2008
Suchen und findenUnendlich weit,Suchen und finden10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
kann man sich hier verlaufen.
Der Rhododendron hat seine Blütenpracht auf den sandigen Weg ausgebreitet.
In den, von der Sonne leuchtenden Bäumen singen Amseln ihr Abendlied.
Ich bin barfuß.
Ich wollte dich hier besuchen, hatte die fixe Idee, dich hier wieder zu finden,
aber wie dumm von mir, du bist ja gar nicht mehr da.
Was sollte ich also finden?
Ich wollte dir nah sein, glaube ich,
aber wie dumm von mir, du bist längst fort.
Wem sollte ich dann begegnen?
Aber ich erinnere mich
und kann dich immer wieder finden,
Nachts, wenn ich den Mond über einer Haselbaumhecke stehen sehe,
oder wenn ich abends auf noch warmen Steinen barfuß in einem Garten stehe,
wenn im Film der Junge das Gesicht des Mädchens in die Hände nimmt,
und wenn sie im Radio dieses eine Lied wieder spielen.
Ich weiß jetzt, dass du eigentlich immer da bist
und dass ich dich nicht zu suchen brauche,
weil du mir so nah bist, in meinem Herzen.
A Soldier is More Important A beautiful girl sat in a gold ruby throne, her pink lips shaped into a smile, one of those smiles that you can't tell what she has planned. Perfect red nails clung in royal form fitting in her lap. Her skin perfectly magnificent, just the amount of tan contrasting forest irises. That face flawless like artwork in museums haunting every man's dreams. A crystal crown a top of gorgeous blonde hair, the locks painted with different shades, a real piece of art that you couldn't afford to buy. Diamonds hung from airbrushed neck like she was edited, seeing her flutter long eyelashes punched you in the gut. The biggest rock in the strains teasingly hung lower, sitting top of pushed up breasts. The red gown she wore flowed down her body, fitting every curve nicely. Golden walls mimicking the tall marble pillars spread across the mirage grey marbled pattern tiles. Past royals portraits lined the back wall, no man in their right mind would look past the dream in front. The stern man guided me clA Soldier is More Important 8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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In the third grade, my parents had a horrible divorce. My father was sick of the stress that my mother's constant illnesses caused, and he was tired of dealing with her mood-swings which had lead to her attempting suicide three times while I was a child. I was taken from my home in the country and moved to a somewhat larger city with my mother and grandparents. During this time, my father got back into theater. He wo
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Even then, it was lost in the garage of junk we possessed. As a typical busy Australian family, we werent bothered to move our lazy arses into a dusty garage and search for it, let alone take d
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From the dawn of existence all beings have been desperate in their search for their purpose in life, why were we forced into this life in which we are soon to fade away? What is the defining aspect that separates people from each other besides the colour and appearance of our outer shells? From the moment my mother and father joined together in their selfish desires, I was cursed to enter this disgusting world as nothing but an outcast, as a half; A Serethian royal with dirty Phetan blood. Surely my late grandfather would be turning in his grave at the mere thought of his prestigious only son Jestryn R'tear Esthien committing such an act with a filthy Phetan woman. Since history began to write Serethe had been at war with the opposing continent, Phetos, but when my Father took to the throne that had changed, or at least only in law it changed. The people's minds were still small, the concept of accepting people different from themselves was too much fo
BeruehrungSpüre DichBeruehrung1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
liegst neben mir
hin zu des
auf des Träumers
der da ihn
What is?What is life? A simple façade with empty promises and dreams? Or a vortex of feelings entwined with one another just to make flames, to find that one person who will be the raindrops in which to make a steam. A hazy reality filled with emotion, pain, betrayal and trust. Many things can explain life but none of them are real unless you experience it yourself, for one person life could be everything to them and they wish to stay young and never die. However, to others, life could be a torturous existence in which they never want to be in, and they just wish to free their souls to the clouds, and into heaven in which they shall be accepted, but they know better than just to slit their arteries and veins because they know that suicide, shall only be rewarded with hell.What is?5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
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welts on his back, he is
a son of God. His stars are stifled
and now he moves by what
he knows and he knows penance,
and prostration, and pain.
He's full-willing forged,
broken, again, of his own accord
And the wounds will never close,
he'll never move from that dirt floor
and lost what we all are truly born with
he doesn't dream any more.
sewing himself a life of new lies,
new lines, new confines for this
soft and un-absolute place.
High-altitude spots must suffice
for a sky full of shifted stars,
and paneled rooms for action,
and isolation for love,
and bland continuum for will.
His knees digging into the concrete
and he pushes away "better"
"better" looks too much like
a sleeping man's face in the firelight,
too forbidden, too far, at best
this longed-for degradation, he tells
himself there is blood on his arms he
tells himself this time will be
enough he tells himself he is lost
he tells himself he is for
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Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
My Personal Hero: AmericaxReader RQMy Personal Hero: AmericaxReader RQ3 years ago in Romance More Like This
**Beginning-of-story Flashback to when you were 7 years old**
For anyone who doesn't remember being afraid of the dark as a kid, you should know that big houses are very very scary when it's dark late at night. And you, a little girl, were terrified of all the weird, scary sounds surrounding you.
Your parents slept in their bedroom downstairs, so they couldn't hear you sniffling and whimpering out of fear of the scary things that might be lurking around your house. However, what you didn't know was that the city's superhero, Mister Hero (legit, that's what this guy called himself) was doing his nightly rounds with his new sidekick, Hero Jr. (hmm, what an original superhero this is...). And since they were superheroes, they had superhearing and could hear you.
You heard a tap from your window and looked up. There was a boy maybe one or two years older than you hovering at the window. With great difficulty, you managed to
forgotten titleA mind full of pockets of nothing,forgotten title6 years ago in Other More Like This
memories riddled with h les,
thoughts bro ken and fra g mented,
sentences that. before the period,
conversations becoming snippets of words.
Communication ... not my ... suit.
Karaoke England x reader Gentlemen aren't niceKaraoke England x reader Gentlemen aren't niceKaraoke England x reader Gentlemen aren't nice3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Song: Gentlemen aren't nice
You skimmed through the lists of songs until you finally found the right one.
Gentlemen aren't nice.
this was one of Misscheeseycake's favorites, so no doubt it was on there, but you couldn't wait to sing this to Arthur, since this is pretty much your whole life with Arthur in the song. You told Misscheeseycake the song choice and she let out a squeel. She rushed to the instruments she just so apparently happened to have and started to play while you walked up to the mike and began to sing.
"Once upon a time i thought
what's the one thing i haven't got?
There's not a single thing in this world i couldn't buy
That's when a gentlemen caught my eye"
"Once or twice we went around
But now i'll tell you the thing i've found
You shouldn't make your move until you know the price"
you sang as you walked up behind England you put you arms
Jahreszeiten.Mein SonnenmärchenJahreszeiten.7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Erwacht aus winterlichem Schlummer
erblick' ich Dich. Und aller Lebenskummer
verfliegt und schmilzt und taut hinweg.
Mein weißer Mantel bricht entzwei,
die Seele färbt sich bunt und neu -
Du wärmtest mir den rechten Fleck!
Erfrischt von sommerlicher Brise
erheb' ich mich. Und Deine Liebesküsse
beleben und beflügeln mich.
Du strahlst mit sonnigem Gemüt,
und unsre Liebe blüht und blüht -
Und streift den Himmel sicherlich!
Erfüllt vom herbstlich bunten Treiben
erwischst Du mich. Und meine Liebesschreiben
ergeben plötzlich neuen Sinn.
Die Felder tragen goldnes Kleid,
's ist süßer Früchtchen Erntezeit -
Dahin! Dahin! will ich mit Dir, Geliebte, ziehn!
Erstarrt die Welt in neuerlichem Froste,
erwärmst Du mich. Und ich Dich. O wie wir das auskosten!
Was kümmert uns die Winterzeit!
Zieht auch die Sonne südwärts nun,
blüht's immmergrün im Herzen schon -
England x Reader: Last BirthdayEngland x Reader: Last Birthday3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur smiled as he closed the book he's reading. It's been 3 years already.
He let out a faint smile as he walked through his corridor glowed by the ray of sun as he continue to walk until he arrived in a grave covered in roses.
"It's been 3 years and i still haven't forget you ____.." He smiled as he put a bucket of roses on top of the grave slowly drifted in memories.
It's the year of XX09 the year is quite boring to him since he already live for (__) centuries.
He decided to take a stroll on an art gallery,
before he noticed he's been staring at an amazing art for a few while, when a girl appears beside him.
"I hate this Art! The art is ugly, i hate the way the artist made it!" The girl continues to blabber about a few words until she finally grins
"Just Kidding! i'm the artist! nice to meet you~" Arthur stared in shock as she stared at the girls hand for awhile before he finally shakes hand with her.
Its been a long time since he met a girl like her, the other just nosebleed and b
Screaming."What good is voice when no one hears?"Screaming.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I whisper, softly, in his ear.
But I'm a figment in this dream,
So no one hears me when I scream.
I drown in heavy silence, tense,
The eerie calm, so thick and dense,
Is pushing down on top of me,
Pressing in so lovingly.
The pressure numbs undying pain,
No struggling and no more strain;
I let the lies wrap me in hope
As seep the words that I once wrote:
"Once upon a time, in a different fairy tale,
No one went unheard, no one was left to fail..."
Jongkey fic:WIC2UICCMSJongkey fic:WIC2UICCMS4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When It Comes To You I Can't Control Myself.
Pairing: Jong key, and hints of 2min.
"And so he practically fell in front of all the guests"
"Ah-haha", laughed Key, his famous laugh, and out of habit leaned on Jonghyun's shoulder and laughed some more. Jonghyun turned to the other members, who in turn blankly stared at him as if saying 'It's not funny anymore', except Taemin, Taemin as well as his hyungs, was sitting next to Minho in the waiting room backstage and all he did was smile back at Jonghyun. Jonghyun turned again and faced his best friend, or shall I say crush? Since he recently started developing feelings for him. Key had already recovered from his laugh and had his back turned to Jonghyun, he was watching the performance on TV, it broadcasted what was happening on stage.
Different thoughts crossed Jonghyun's mind he couldn't clear his mind and without any further explanation he hugged Key from behind, this wasn't something unusual for Jonghyun to do, so Key didn't give it mu
GermanyxReader Part 1 - EnchantedGermanyxReader Part 1 - Enchanted3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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Characterization and NamesCharacterization and Names4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Characterization and Nomenclature:
What's in a name?
As an author, one of the most important tasks in writing a story is building a character. Every small trait that a writer leaves, builds, and hints at, draws a reader into the story and gives them an image of each character, be it protagonist, antagonist, or miscellaneous extra. However, many writers overlook one of the strongest traits that a character can have: a name. Nomenclature can be one of the most powerful assets that a writer has in their endless battle to build a lifelike character.
The uses of a name
The craft of literature is always at some level a decision-making process. While names need not always be used, there should always be a conscious decision that a writer makes about a name. When making a conscious decision, one must be able to list the benefits that the choice yields: if one names a character "Charles," they should also to some extent be able to explain why th