Die Gedanken sind frei engl. translationDie Gedanken sind frei engl. translation4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The thoughts are free
Thoughts are free, who can guess them?
They flee by like nocturnal shadows.
No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them
with powder and lead: Thoughts are free!
I think what I want, and what delights me,
still always reticent, and as it is suitable.
My wish and desire, no one can deny me
and so it will always be: Thoughts are free!
And if I am thrown into the darkest dungeon,
all this would be futile work,
because my thoughts tear all gates
and walls apart: Thoughts are free!
So I will renounce my sorrows forever,
and never again will torture myself with whimsies.
In one's heart, one can always laugh and joke
and think at the same time: Thoughts are free!
I love wine, and my girl even more,
Only her I like best of all.
I'm not alone with my glass of wine,
my girl is with me: Thoughts are free!
Pilgrim of the Year to BeThe night was crisp, and Doctor Jazz was making his rounds again.Pilgrim of the Year to Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His first visit was to Mrs Madrigal at the far end of the valley. Her triplets were feverish, so he calmed and soothed them with the medicines in his little black bag until they fell into a rhythmic sleep. He left their worried mother with a chill pill and instructions to bring them to the surgery in the morning.
Back on the path, feet pumping, heart thumping, cane tapping, he scaled the ascent to Beggar's Farm, where Mr Williams was feeling crotchety. The problem was minor so his work was minimal and the visit brief.
He paused at the farm gates to enjoy the cooler breeze of the hilltop and watch the stars in their slow spiral dance. He patted the pockets of his long frock coat to locate his pipe, and smoked a bowl as he traced the dark line of the hills across the way and the yellow lights of the houses in the village below. A sheep bleated in a nearby field and he was content. Life in the valley was harmonious, a pasto
CheerI'm living my life as if it's the last moment I have.Cheer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who knows, maybe I'll make it.
Maybe I won't.
Taking life for granted.
I just did what made me happy.
Then everything changed.
When I couldn't even be me anymore.
I was someone that I didn't even know who.
I just had to break free.
And it lead me to where I am today.
So Ivy, cheer up. You might have fallen,
but there are always people to lend you a hand to help you get right back up.
Sweet CornHe shuckedSweet Corn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the spine.
Broke off the gold until
but the stalk remained;
and broken open.
The ribcage spilled
and gushed her pain
upon the sheets.
She lay in the blood
and wept, for the lie
she had lost.
The Lost PianistThe Lost PianistThe Lost Pianist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
They swore to eternity to unite in bliss.
A promise that surpasses a mere forevermore.<i>
love poem from a pillar of saltthe words 'i love you'love poem from a pillar of salt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have always tasted like forbidden fruit
an apple offered by a helpful serpent-
sweet and fleeting but
the words 'i loved you'
just taste of
i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrah
that i couldn't help looking back
and when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skin
but this is so much quieter
and so much worse.
my knuckles taste of blood,
there is no new testament here
just old testament fire
just lot's wife standing on a forgotten hill
rocksalt freezing her outstretched hands
watching her hometown burn below her.
there is no forgiveness here
just mutual loneliness
just a lost religion and a broken girl
far too tired to play pretend
watching you fall apart behind me.
Gone Forever but, not for never in my heart.Gone Forever but, not for never in my heart.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I wanted to hold his hand but they wouldn't allow it. I'll never forgive them for that. Or the fact that they told me he would live, when I knew in my heart and mind he wouldn't. They must thought it would lift my spirts. It didn't.
On his last day, they let me say goodbye, but I still couldn't touch him. Didn't they know I would rather die of a disease, instead of living with out him? Guess not.
He tried to kiss me. On that last day. They wouldn't allow it, I wanted to cry of anger. I hadn't touched my love in two days, seventeen hours, fifty-three minutes, eighteen seconds, 19, 20, 21... Counting's hard.
He put his hand on the window. The horrible thing that seperated us. I tried to copy him but I just couldn't, my heart was breaking too much. I know this might sound terrible of me, but I wanted to smile at this. Because I knew what this ment. True Love.
He died. Right there, while I was watching him. He slid down, putting his back towads me, still showing part of his face
Here TodayAnd if I say I really loved youHere Today4 years ago in Drama More Like This
And was glad you came along.
Then you were here today,
Uh, uh, uh, for you were in my song.
Paul McCartney set his guitar down and wiped his eyes roughly. The song was finished, finally, but that raw pain was still there. It felt as though a huge piece of his heart had broken off and would never be replaced. John was his best friend. Even through all those years of bashing each other and not speaking, the were best friends. Brothers, as Paul thought of them.
Hiding his face in his arms as sob after sob tore through his already burning throat, Paul whispered, "I mi-miss you Johnny...."
"I'm okay, y'know..." a soft voice said from beside the weeping man.
Paul jumped, knowing the owner of that voice. He turned his head slowly, seeing who he knew it was.
There, before his very eyes, was John Lennon. Paler, younger-looking, John Lennon.
"J-John!" Paul squeaked, blinking rapidly.
"C'mon, man, I'm on borrowed time." John rolled his eyes. "The big guy sai
I Need You, Ch. 5The first thing Ringo thought of when he woke up was George.I Need You, Ch. 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
The second was that his left arm really, really hurt.
"J-John? Could ye just -"
John turned over in his sleep. "Piss offffff."
"C'mon, John, you're on me arm ..."
Ringo tugged at his throbbing arm desperately, trying to shift John - and in the process waking him with a start. "Christ, Ringo, did ye have to do that?"
"Sorry, John - but you're still -"
"Right, right." He sat up, finally freeing Ringo's arm, then he blinked in surprise. "Why am I in yer bed?"
Ringo rubbed his arm. "Dunno, you tell me."
"Blimey, I hope we didn't do anything queer," John giggled. At the sight of Ringo's wide-eyed look of horror, however, he furrowed his brow. "Nah, I remember, I think. You were - talkin' in your sleep. So I sat with you a bit, tryin' to shut you up - and I s'pose I fell asleep on yer arm."
"On me arm."
"On yer arm."
Thunder Storms CRAAAACK!Thunder Storms4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Paul hid under the covers, shaking as he felt the house rumble with the thunder that followed the lightning. He hated storms. His ears always were on the sensitive side and that didn't help either.
As another bolt of lightning struck down, the bassist curled up into a ball, willing himself not to cry. He kept telling himself it was silly and childish to cry over something as stupid as a little storm, but that didn't make the tears stop from flowing down his cheeks.
If only John was home and not out for groceries. If he was home, he'd take Paul in his arms and hold him close and-
"Paulie? Are you in here, then?" John asked, stepping into their bedroom. It was dark from the power outage and he couldn't see well, but he knew the room well enough to make his way over to the bed.
Before the younger man could find his voice to answer, a figure was crawling under the covers next to him, taking his shaky form into it's arms easily.
Paul figured John would whisper something s
Sealed With A KissGeorge sighed, glancing around at his handiwork. He'd prepared the perfect romantic night for Ringo and himself to celebrate finishing up their American tour. He'd just finished filling the large tub with steaming water and this supposedly relaxing bubble bath nonsense he'd picked up from the local drug store.Sealed With A Kiss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Around the bathroom, he'd lit candles and dimmed the lights. He even had a small plate of sweets on a nearby platter. Everything from little caramels and chocolates to hard candies to small pieces of fruit.
While George was admiring the scene he'd set up, Ringo stepped inside the spacious bathroom, a small smile gracing his face.
"Hi, love," George cooed, hurrying to Ringo's side as the drummer toed off his loafers and shrugged off his jacket.
Smile widening, Ringo slid his arms around George's think waist, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, "You really outdid yourself, baby,"
The taller man carefully slid his fingers up the back of Ringo's t shirt, "And we haven't e
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 1George couldn't sleep. He really couldn't. He knew why, though. He had the events of the day out of his head.I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Was Ringo really looking at him almost....flirtatiously? He didn't really know, but for some reason he couldn't get the look out of his head. He was disgusted at it, and at the same time, somehow....he couldn't think of the right word. All he knew was it wasn't bad.
He rolled over onto his back. He was completely comfortable, and exhausted after the five song recordings. His fingertips were still throbbing slightly. But his hazel eyes were wide open, his brain completely functional.
"Agh! Why can't I get some bloody sleep?" he said out loud, covering his face with his hands. He sighed and sat up, flicking on the bedside lamp as he did. He just didn't know what was going on, but with one glance at the numbers 3:47 on the clock, he knew he wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
He stood up and walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something to snack on for a while to kill some time
Good Morning, SunshineGeorge awoke quite early on a beautiful spring morning. Through a slit in the curtains, light poured into the room, making it wonderfully warm and happy. It was just one of those days you knew would be spent being lazy while the birds chirped away outside.Good Morning, Sunshine3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Head lolling to one side, George's face was immediately graced with a wide, toothy smile. Ringo was just so cute when he was sleeping.
The short drummer was currently curled into George's side, full lips parted slightly to let out snores, hair a tangled mess, sticking up in all directions.
Giggling softly, George laid his head on Ringo's chest gently, listening to his slow, gentle breathing and steady heartbeat.
Ringo, feeling George's body pressed to his even in his unconscious state, smiled slightly, eyes fluttering.
"Ritchie? Sorry...." George mumbled, kissing his lover's collarbone, "didn't mean to wake you,"
Ringo's sapphire eyes blinked open then, staring down at George's chocolate-colored ones, "Good morning, sunshine,"
The Locket (He's Mine)He had a dream of him and the other boys standing on the edge of a large cliff wearing nothing but swimming trunks and rubber shoes. It was a very cloudy day with not a single trace of sun in the sky. Paul's ears had swallowed up the low rumble of waves crashing below the bottom of the cliff. Closing his eyes he could picture them roll and sway into the big, jagged rocks, soon breaking off into a spray of salty water. Then he could hear the faint merry sound of laughter. The boys were laughing about something that was funny. Paul had missed the joke and couldn't be part of the horseplay. He opened his eyes and silently watched George and Ringo twirl around with their arms linked together, doing a small square dance. John was standing a few feet away, cackling and slapping his thigh in a rhythmic beat. When he caught Paul's eye, he stopped, and smirked.The Locket (He's Mine)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"There you are," he said. "Before you looked like you were in deep thought."
"Where are we?" Paul shouted. He wanted to m
YesterdayPaul stared morosely out the window. The month was here. The month were he'd look out the window and see the burnt, golden leaves gently swirling against a warm, yet chilly background. The month that held not one, but two grievances for him now.Yesterday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was curled on his favourite chair, leaning against the windowsill. Linda had taken the kids out for some Halloween cheer, alone because he just didn't feel up to it. He was lucky she understood why.
He sighed as some leaves swirled past the window, dancing their subtle steps in harmony with each other in that wild way that nothing could ever copy. Two leaves, always following each other, always in sync.
He shuddered a bit and pulled the blanket tighter around him. Linda would be pissed if she found him sitting there with the window open, but since she wasn't here he took the opportunity. He preferred the fresh air, preferred the clean way it could somehow clear his head.
Two, he thought, almost bitterly to himself. Two people I've l
She Loves YouPaul rolled over. He couldn't fall asleep, no matter how many songs he sung or how many times he counted the stars he could see out his window.She Loves You4 years ago in Settings More Like This
He knew why. John wasn't with him. Just that day, their parents had found out about their queer relationship. And now, his father didn't want John anywhere near his son.
Paul frowned in the dark. He'd had the worst fight of his life with his father today. His eyes drifted towards the phone, so tempting. But he didn't know if he was even allowed to phone or not.
Screw that, he finally decided. He slipped out of bed, padding silently over to the phone. He slowly tugged it off, spinning the dials for the number. His heart pounded while it rang, and he prayed John would pick up.
If Mimi picks up, I'll just hang up, he reasoned. Sure enough, after the third ring Mimi picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello?" he said instinctively. He cursed quietly to himself. Mimi knew his voice! She'd just hang up and disconnect the phone.
But to his surprise, she politely
I Wanna Hold Your HandJohn looked around, depressed. Why he'd come here, he didn't know. He twirled a wild rose between his fingers mournfully, remembering the day he had been here with Paul.I Wanna Hold Your Hand4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That had been the day that he had wanted to slip a rose behind his ear. The day he'd realized he was in love.
And the day he'd realized he and Paul were never meant to be together.
A tear suddenly tracked it's way down his face. He was more surprised the saddened by it, and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.
He looked down at the rose. So beautiful and alone. Was this a metaphor? Was this rose maybe an analogy for Paul?
So beautiful. Yet....so rare. So unreachable.
Normally so alone.
He sighed and reluctantly let it go, as though he could easily do the same to his depression. But his feelings didn't change as he watched the red petals glisten in the setting sun.
He squinted into the sunset. If he was lucky, maybe he'd hurt his vision even more. Maybe then he wouldn't be able to see Paul's heart breakin
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 2Paul's chuckle died off as he recognized the awkwardness between his band mates. He frowned first at Ringo's red face, then at George's hard expression. "Did I miss something?" he wondered out loud.I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
George looked at him, for a moment just a curious guy. "Nothing at all." he said. Ringo looked up. Paul was reminded oddly of a child waiting to be punished for something.
"Do you want me to leave you alone, or....?" Paul asked awkwardly. George and Ringo both blinked.
"What for?" Ringo finally croaked. Paul narrowed his eyes at him, and George shot him a disparaging glance. Ringo shrank back, getting the message.
"I don't know....you look like you both need some time to talk something out." Paul continued. George thought it over for a minute. To Ringo's surprise, he agreed, "That might actually be a good idea."
Paul looked over his shoulder, pointing out John with his eyes. The other two looked the same way. George turned back to Paul, raising an eyebrow.
Paul smiled and decided to have a
SorryPaul shared a seat with a young woman on the bus. Her six-year-old daughter was squished between them, licking something that was was pink and sticky off her fingers. Both of the ladies had strawberry blond hair and striking blue eyes. The woman turned to Paul and noticed the single red rose he was holding in his hands.Sorry3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"For your wife?" she said, smiling.
Paul blinked and turned his head to look at her. "I'm sorry?" he was too busy thinking about George and their fight they had earlier to hear what the woman just asked him.
"Is that for your wife?" she repeated and pointed at the flower. Her daughter gazed up at Paul and reached to touch the rose.
"Pretty," she said.
"Um, no, I mean, yes. It is!" Paul flashed out a grin, hoping it would work. It did, and both the woman and little girl smiled back.
The bus they were riding had suddenly screeched to a stop and the driver pulled the chrome handle, making the folded doors push open. A few passengers got up from their seats and start
Fortune CookiesFortune Cookies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God, that Chinese food was great!" John cried as he rubbed his stomach, just finishing his dinner.
The other three Beatles grinned and nodded, George burping and muttering, "'Scuse me." Ringo laughed as he pulled out four fortune cookies from the takeout bag.
John swiped his right out of the drummer's hand, and didn't bother removing the piece of paper that held his fortune while he stuffed it in his mouth. Paul sighed and leaned over to John, prying his lips open and pulling the fortune out. He hastily wiped the paper on his sweatervest, not wanting John germs.
"Don't mix business with pleasure," Paul read before John could take his fortune out and try to read it without his glasses.
He smirked, "Well there goes our pre-concert fucks, Macca."
George giggled and grabbed his next, cracking the cookie open and reading his fortune.
"Sheet phwep?" He stared at the slip of paper, not understanding what the hell that meant. He turned it over, trying to decipher the words, but the other side
This food, That food.This food, That food.This food, That food.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here goes nothing
I say, cornflakes are the best.
Yea, you haven't experienced the joy of jellybabies.
Oh haven't I? Well, it's better than Paul's English Plum Pudding.
But what's so nice 'bout cornflakes? They're bland.
They are nice.
Struck a nerve, did I?
Well .. you can get diabetes when you eat too much jelly babies.
You can get boring from the bland food you're consuming.
I know something I would definitely want more than cornflakes.
What? More cornflakes?
Hmmm, spill it, I give up.
If only you quit jelly babies and supply me with 'this' for a whole month.
No fucking way!!
Okay, no deal then!
Wait, lemme think.
You're so cute when you're concentrating.
Shut the goddamn fuck up.
O .o okay then.
Fine! It's a deal John almightly fucking Lennon!!
Teach Me How To KissGeorge was a bit.... different. Young. His leather gear hung awkwardly on his lanky body, his hair never wanted to slicked back and sometimes stuck up with cowlicks, and he tended to tag along everywhere.Teach Me How To Kiss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Most of the time, John would tell him to fuck off and Paul would shoot him looks when he tried to hang out with them too much. Ringo, the drummer from Rory's band, though, he didn't seem to care.
That was why he was at Ringo's side while the older gulped down some coffee at a nearby breakfast place.
"Ritchie... can I ask you something?" the quiet eighteen-year old blinked, half afraid his friend would snap at him in his hungover state.
The older lad just nodded and took a sip of his coffee, fighting the lack of sleep and the massive hangover he was suffering through.
Chewing his lower lip, George stumbled slightly to find the right words, "Well, y'know, I kind of need.... Help. A couple birds basically told me I'm not the best kisser. Could you, y'know, give me a few... tip
While My Guitar Gently WeepsBeep....Beep....Beep....Beep....While My Guitar Gently Weeps4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Was I still alive? I figured I must be. How could Heaven hurt this much?
What was that noise? Surely if I was sleeping after tripping and hurting himself, or something along those lines, they'd shut the alarm off, wouldn't they?
I groaned internally and decided it was time to wake up. But to my surprise, I couldn't move. Not only could I not move, there was something over my mouth. Something that felt strangely familiar, though I couldn't place from were.
I tried to open my eyes. There were people moving around me, or at least that's what I deduced they were. Everything was blurry and almost looked warped.
I squeezed them shut again, trying my best to clear my vision. When I opened them again, I could make out two doctors and three men. One of them I almost swore was Ringo, so I assumed the other two were John and Paul. Either John or Paul's gaze drifted towards me, and I wearily shut my
Boyhood BoredomAunt Mimi was sitting in a lawnchair outside with a book in her hands, reading. Her pesky ten-year-old nephew was standing right behind her holding a water balloon high above his head.Boyhood Boredom3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Drop that on me, John, and you won't live to see another day," the cold-blooded aunt said in a soft, but firm tone of voice.
John scowled and lowered the balloon down to his stomach. "How did you know I was even there?" he stepped around in front of her with his face all pinched up.
"I have eyes on the back of my head," Aunt Mimi answered. She didn't smile. She flipped a page in her book and kept reading.
"I'm bored. There's nothing to do!" John began tossing the water balloon back and forth in his hands.
"Go read something," Mimi said.
John snorted. That was something that he did not want to do. He took a good seven minutes filling up the balloon earlier, and now he wanted to throw it at somebody. Uncle George wasn't home and Aunt Mimi just gave him that threat about not living to see tomorrow or whate