Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
Zu duenne LiebeZu duenne Liebe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mit weißem Fuß auf kalter Straße
Und kalter Hand im weißen Schnee.
Mit zitterndem Bein und pochendem Herzen
Zu dünnes Eis auf glattem See.
Mit tränendem Auge ins brennende Feuer
Und mit Feuer im Blick über Tränen gelacht.
Mit steinerner Maske und gläsernem Herzen
Zu dünnes Fell in kalter Nacht.
Mit handelndem Hass auf liebender Zunge
Und liebenden Worten für verhasste Tat.
Mit sterbender Seele und gebrochenem Herzen
Zu dünne Kraft auf langem Pfad.
RainRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it rains is the sky crying?
Is it the lion dying?
Water falls in droplets from the clouds
Hitting the rooftops really loud
Puddle splashers filled with laughter
Leaping, jumping into the here after
Sweet nectar for the roses
Tickling, trickling down one's noses
Wetting blades of grass
Making one slip and fall on to one's Asp
Making rivers rushing into over flow
Tearing down sand castles leaving and after glow
Turning Mountains into sand
Eroding everything away changing the land
UntitledI heard my phone vibrate, but youUntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Weren't texting me. No one was. A
Smile caught my unwanting eyes
Gracing lips that were not yours.
It scraped across my ribcage like
The back edge of a Knife, then it fell.
Your scent lingers here, though you
Have never set foot in my house. It
Clings to the clothes you left in a bag
That is slumped over in the corner like
A corpse. I haven't gotten to throwing
Them out. I may never get to it, really.
Though it's true that I haven't seen you
In months, more tragic things have happened.
I forget the sound of your voice and haven't
A clue what you look like, but I will likely
Survive... albeit, quite reluctantly.
And yes, I know that losing you is not the
End of the world, but it will end my having
A positive outlook about the damned ugly thing.
And Here I AmLegs collapsed at awkward angles,And Here I Am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear blurred hands asleep on earth
Hope, I thought, would not abandon me.
A happy child once, happy enough.
With all the childhood perks: naive,
Innocent, bright eyed, curious.
As babes we never expect the loss
Of bliss or even give it thought.
As boys and girls we busy ourselves
With living and toying with new-
Gained freedoms, yet ignore those
That are slowly slipping away.
And here, at the end, countless
Polychromatic spheres have
Flashed before our eyes, some
Leaving imprints on them far
Deeper than others; worlds
Without number one as real
As the next. And us passing
Through, grasping here, distorting
There, manipulating, leaving in
Stasis, have we any real effect?
This phantasmagoria distracts,
Much like phantom freedoms did our
Younger selves. Looking past I see
Somewhere in the drifting, erratically
Lit islands of the mind, that the joy
And youth, the innocence and peace
Did not fade slowly, but all at once.
SuccumbSuccumb1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
head thrown back,
tendrils of her hair, a cascading fall of water and sense.
the dancing curve of her exposed throat,
a gasp caught there in the shadowsalive with promise.
the space behind the curving arch of her back,
hollow and hallowed, forgotten for the moment.
the press of parted lips against the space above her erratic heartbeat--
yours to claim, yours to cherish.
yours to satisfy.
here, there is no pride, no past, only passion shared.
here, you give in order to receive.
here, you are you until you are not--
until you lose a sliver of that unique identity to become something bigger;
abbreviated to us.
an allegiance of desire.
an alliance of submission.
a privilege of love.
Faith of the Heart-Pt 2-Ch 16Faith of the HeartFaith of the Heart-Pt 2-Ch 161 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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It was only a little while after Aladdin and Jasmine left the palace on Carpet when Donald, Goofy, and Marina had changed clothes. After they rejoined the others in the garden, Marina asked, "So, how do I look? Presentable?"
"Don't fret too much," Jiminy hopped up to her shoulder. "His Majesty will know we're from very far away. I'm sure he won't mind how we're all dressed and--" He paused
ShameThe breeze inched back the curtain,Shame1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
allowing the sky to peak.
A girl lay curled on the bed,
her hand clutching a blanket to her chest,
trying to keep her woman's disguise.
Like when she was little,
drowning in Mommy's dresses and choking on a cloud of blush.
But now she wore a simple garb,
liquid lies glinting off her milky white skin,
no ounce of powder able to mask her heartless face.
The iron grip of the blankets grasping her ankles kept her from running away.
(She was too weak to admit
it was the panties around her thighs
and the shame blacking his eyes.)
Just Me the Panda and the DinosaurIt's Me the Panda and the DinosaurJust Me the Panda and the Dinosaur2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Mom may yell
The Music may roar
My door may be open
But I don't notice a thing
No worries of homework
No drama of the day
No one telling me to do anything
No deadlines needing to be met
It's just Me the Panda and the Dinosaur
We relax and take a snooze
Drifting off into my happy place
Listen to the trickle of rain
pitter patter, pitter patter pitter patter
The Battle of Falconwing SquareThe Sin'dorei gathered in Falconwing Square could have been elegant statues of marble, but for the glowing green light of their eyes. In front of her and the other Magisters were the shields of the Spell-breakers and the Blood Knights. Behind her, healers like Annalysse. They already looked exhausted from their efforts to save the tattered force that limped to the Square from Fairbreeze.The Battle of Falconwing Square2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked upwards to the walls of the city, and could see the armor of the Farstriders, shining in the late afternoon sun. Aellynne was up there, she had no doubt, despite the severity of her injuries. Annalysse had healed the extensive damage to her face, but her sister still looked terrible, in Kie's opinion.
It had been hard to send Meghan through the portal to Dalaran with the other children. Kierrynn had been tempted to just polymorph Annalysse into a turtle, and throw her into the portal along with her baby. But she could not argue with Anna's reasoning. As many casualties as they already had, a
This Is Your LoveYou're the only oneThis Is Your Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who keeps my head above the darkest waves
of the ocean welled up inside me.
When everything's passing,
you're the only one who stays.
You're my evening story.
You're my morning smile
when I'm stuck in a headless holiday.
Your heart is my Never Never Land.
Anything is possible.
I bask in your touch, like sunbathing.
Your scent has seeped into my skin.
It begs, "Forget me not. Forget me never."
You're the only one who helps me sway with the wind.
You're my only one, my soul survivor.
Deep inside when I'm hoping, missing yesterday,
you're the soft light that shows me the way.
You wake me up, my sweet dream.
Telling me, urging me to be happy.
"Take a breath."
I'm a moonchild, you're my ray of sun.
You sing a lullaby to save me.
You're the only one to hold me up
when the rain cloud threatens
to drown me.
Dear Lover,Would you blowDear Lover,4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
kisses into my
Though it may
stop my pulse,
it will leave
in my heart.
Devil's RosesYou can't tell by his appearance, but he's the Devil.Devil's Roses4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first time we meet he made me feel happy.
One day he gave me a rose.
I felt a prick, I thought it was from a thorn.
In reality it was a hook latching onto my heart.
From that day I was like a Marionette, and him the Puppet Master.
No matter how hard I tried I was always reeled back in.
It felt like a personal war between my heart and brain.
I knew I was smarter but my heart would not listen.
Breath The reflection of two hollow eyes stares at me, like an accusation, so I lower my gaze.Breath6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
With my line of sight directed downward, I can see my hands clamped onto the edge of the sink. My fingers have gone white from the pressure. I am hesitant of looking back up. In the green tinge of the mirror my chest is heaving. I am a fish out of water; I am getting air, but it seems that I am incapable of breathing it in. My shirt hangs low. Between my collar bones is a slight indentation the width of my thumb. My pulse throbs there, a combination of panic and the irregular beating in my chest. My chin quivers under my open mouth, my down-turned lips, crumbling in my effort not to cry. My face is pale, a bluish-white that darkens like bruises under my eyes. They are tired, tear filled. But I look into them; I do not like what I see.
Spoken With a Heavy HeartIt has been a long timeSpoken With a Heavy Heart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I have felt that
in my stomach have
folded their wings.
This is spoken
with a heavy heart,
as I have finally
But I have also
NaPoWriMo Day 1: I Am a Poeti want to watch dainty words slipNaPoWriMo Day 1: I Am a Poet9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
off my tongue,
and go dance their leaden selves
but i am no molten silver-tongue.
words formed in my brain tumble
down only to cling to my lips,
waiting for me to spit them out.
but i speak words nonetheless.
G'Morning Valentine And just so you know, the worst part of my morning is opening your stupid, squeaking door. But I open it anyway, assuring a loud, annoying good morning to everyone in the house but you. Even as I unzip my coat and throw my bag on the floor, you continue sleeping. So I take a moment to look at you, really look at you. I have to smile at the way you curl up on your side, your hair haloed on your pillow, your lips slightly parted, and your chest slowly rising and falling. I think it’s seeing you like this that makes my heart swell in the cheesiest way.G'Morning Valentine10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s the way that as I climb under the covers, you wake up and wrap you
you leave me gaspingyou leave me gasping out words,you leave me gasping11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying my hardest to think of something
meaningful to say.
when i do utter-stutter out something
with a grimace masquerading as a smile,
you mock the weary-worn words i borrowed.
and i spurn myself for my addiction to
singing pretty words that are
ever falling flat.
and i find myself addicted to the
easy way you stroke my worries,
kissing my raw nerves asleep.
i find that all the failing words i
try to say are right there, staring
me down lovingly, as you touch my
forehead to yours.
Seven YearsAnother year has came and went,Seven Years1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since you were Heaven sent.
I miss you dearly and mourn yearly.
I miss your kisses and hugs,
Playing with my toys on your rug,
Being tucked in snug as a bug.
Drinking hot coco and watching cartoons.
If I had the chance to see you again,
I'd do it in a hurry.
But since I can't I know you watch over me,
So I need not worry.
You are forever in my heart,
Being only worlds apart.
I can reflect on the memories we shared and the photos I have.
I have my Charlie Horse to keep by my side.
For times that are rough and require me to be tough...
Soul Burn: Advice (Conversations with Characters) "Come on, little lady, let's see what you can do!"Soul Burn: Advice (Conversations with Characters)3 months ago in Settings More Like This
Amanda spun around just in time to catch the staff flying towards her. Logan stood a few feet away holding onto another staff, a grin lighting up his face. He wanted to spar. "Firstly," Amanda walked forward and poked the bottom of her staff into Logan's stomach. "That is an incorrect description of me. Secondly, what are you talking about?"
"Defense. You, being a healer, never get into the middle of a fight. You stay behind us, so that we can protect you, and you in turn can heal us. But let's say that Naz gets seriously injured, and me and Garrett for whatever reason aren't able to protect you while you heal Naz. I want to know if you can simultaneously heal, and defend yourself."
Amanda snorted. "And what about you? You have a weakness as well. You may be able to hold your own with brute strength, but you can't defend against magic."
"Fine. Fine. You make a good point. So, after I beat you up, you can hi
Soul Burn: Killing Qualms Come on, Amanda. You need to wash the blood off. Move your arms, splash some water onto yourself. You can do it.Soul Burn: Killing Qualms3 months ago in Settings More Like This
Amanda stood frozen waist deep in a lake, cold water prickling her skin with goosebumps. Her teeth chattered behind her ice blue lips, little puffs of breath floating up from her mouth. Her robes around her body a smoky cloud of crimson. There had been an attack on the four friend's camp at dawn. Garrett, having taken watch high in a great pine, saw the assassins coming. With a yell he woke the others and snapped the first one's neck with his bare hands. The group of four defended each other until only one assassin was left standing. He lunged towards Garrett, grimacing and clenching a dagger in his hand. Garrett stood still, looked over at Amanda from the corner of his eye, and for the first time ever he hesitated. Amanda rushed in front of him to block the dagger, taking the blade in her shoulder down to he
Like Home and Lust and Feeling Safeyou're the whispers across my skin,Like Home and Lust and Feeling Safe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soft breeze slowly shifting
the clouds. you
are the scent drowning my pores,
like home and lust and feeling safe.
my body is a trellis for your fingers to
the sunlight is your smile, my hai