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    It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze. Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings. Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink. While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink. The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds. Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound. The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes. In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.
I know nature is a subject poets have literally beat - to - death,
but when I woke up this morning and looked out my window, I couldn't help but scribble down a few observations... C:


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GERMAN PASSION

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 as insult and contempt
Emerged rapidly as a historical power,
And soon will Byzantium his hero legions
find in the tribes of the German passion.

The fervor that is longing for the saviour himself,
Choked the priests and oppressive tithe,
Those who are free, will not tolerate tax and customs,
Encounters sycophants from windows and shows his rage
With weapons, that have no glory or decoration
The rural life helped him,
And against thieves only the reformation helped,
So also Mr. Tetzel experienced the German Passion.

We are placed in the center of Europe,
We unite the small things of the great deeds of the world,
The divine law, in the spirit of the man
Vouched, makes us united and fruitful, and complete,
By Italians and Swedes chosen as battlefield,
Germany has lost a whole century,
But the occupiers draw with curses and drone,
There still remains the Germanness forever Passion.

Because seriously, the German's think about love, and the fight,
the faith, the law and justice,
He does not tolerate phrase, theater, decoration,
He demands loyalty, honor, deeds,
He hates an order convenient and corrupt,
For him it is the same as a devil and a dragon, scaly,
Till Siegfried, Sieglinde´s son
The monster lets feel the German Passion.

In France the king lost his head,
As freethinking as hazardous man
There where game and the lack of seriousness at the palace
Flaunted in silliness, for noone there too stupid,
The effort averse and ask yourself boldly
Uplifting, invented a regime's purpose,
But even if someone found there an enthusiastic tone,
Remained the Germans still in the Passion.

Since pure consumption triggers the finiteness
At first, the neighbors were redeemed.
The empire that was once given by Rome the holy rod
Brought the Corsican an inglorious grave,
Until finally the Prussians and Bismarck shrewdly
Were successful that the german spirit took place in the fatherland,
And towers and monuments worshiped, the throne
Appeared as a witness of the German passion.

The German successes, the fleet, the army,
Endured the Anglos only grinding and hard
They created alliances, to stop the diligence
Of the Germans, who annoy with their genius knowledge and deeds,
They searched for weaknesses of the empire,
They based,  what was broken, what is rotten and withered,
Till belligerence intoxicated Europe like poppies,
For Germany, the road to the worst passion.

Not only failed the empire to win,
The peace was worse than any war,
In the east dismembered, occupied in the West,
A state without dignity and hunger finally,
A man and an indian symbol of life,
They rose and became German Idols
What they promised, as they would have it already
Thus the Germans dreamed in their passion.

But deeper than the first time falls
The German in the delusion that the hatred of the world
Arriving with weapons, with followers alone,
As could the leader be God's son,
And Pusillanimity is replaced with what was megalomania,
And German means now to show contrition,
For the Germans is Germanness now loathing and scorn,
They mock their existence and their own passion.

How long should it go? some people wonder and believe
All Germans have become crazy,
But gather far away from the speeches of the parties
Outlaws, ready to be Germans once more.
They gather together, wake up the emperor in the Kyff,
Who reached more holiness than anyone before,
The palaces united in the Castle Octagon
As a battlefield of the mind and the German Passion.
Don´t be suprised when the grammar looks a bit strange, even the german original lyrics are very old-fashioned and don´t make always sense...that´s poetry^^

It´s a poem about the german passion about the last 2000 years, made by Uwe Lammler in 2006,one of the last patriotic poets in modern times.

The Rauhnacht were the last days of the germanic year in december. On the picture you see the Reichsburg Cochem at the Rhein river.

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DEUTSCHE PASSION

von Uwe Lammla


Wir leben in Stämmen, wo Zwietracht und Neid
Vom Rand der Geschichte nach Brudermord schreit,
Wir träumen in Wäldern mit dichtem Gezweig,
Im Nebel und unter der Rauhnacht Geschweig,
Wir herrschen in Mären, die fern einer singt,
Der nie in den Schein unsrer Sonnfeuer dringt,
Und spät ward ein Name uns Makel und Lohn,
Doch schon unser Werden war immer Passion.

Der Limes der Römer durchschnitt unser Land,
Der West und der Süd ging dem Feinde zur Hand
Und kaufte von Freien mit gutem Gewinn
Den Bernstein und mancherlei Hausrat aus Zinn,
Doch auch die Gezähmten im römischen Staat,
Sie sannen auf Abfall und schnöden Verrat,
Erwacht im Cherusker der alte Teuton,
Wird Varus das Opfer der deutschen Passion.

Wer Grauen nicht meidet, dem stehts zu gebot,
Ist Tod nicht mehr Leiden, wird Leidenschaft Tod,
Wer nah bleibt dem Quell, der das Leben gebiert,
Lacht über den Gecken, der schamvoll sich ziert,
Barbar, was als Schimpf und Verachtung gedacht,
Entpuppte sich rasch als geschichtliche Macht,
Und bald wird Byzanz seine Heldenlegion
Erkennen in Stämmen der deutschen Passion.

Die Inbrunst, die nach dem Erlöser sich sehnt,
Erstickten die Pfaffen und drückender Zehnt,
Wer frei ist, der duldet nicht Steuer und Zoll,
Stößt Schranzen aus Fenstern und zeigt seinen Groll
Mit Waffen, die bar aller Zierde und Weih
Der ländliche Alltag ihm steuert herbei,
Und hilft gegen Plündrer nur Reformation,
Erfährt auch Herr Tetzel die deutsche Passion.

Wir sind in die Mitte Europas gestellt,
Wir einen das Kleine der Größe der Welt,
Das göttliche Recht, im Gemächte des Manns
Verbürgt, macht uns einig und fruchtbar und ganz,
Von Welschen und Schweden zur Walstatt erkorn,
Hat Deutschland ein ganzes Jahrhundert verlorn,
Doch ziehn die Besatzer mit Flüchen und Drohn,
So bleibt doch das Deutschsein für immer Passion.

Denn ernst nimmt der Deutsche die Liebe, den Streit,
Den Glauben, das Recht und Gerechtigkeit,
Er duldet nicht Phrase, Theater, Zierrat,
Er fordert die Treue, die Ehre, die Tat,
Er haßt eine Ordnung, bequem und korrupt,
Sie gilt ihm als Teufel und Drache, beschuppt,
Bis Siegfried, Sieglindes erbsündiger Sohn,
Das Untier läßt spüren die deutsche Passion.

In Frankreich verspielte der König den Kopf,
Als Freigeisterei als gefährlicher Kropf
Sich auswuchs, wo Spiel und der Unernst am Hof
In Albernheit prunkte, für keine zu doof,
Der Mühe abhold und im Fordern sich keck
Erhebend, erfand ein Regime seinen Zweck,
Doch fand hier auch mancher begeisterter Ton,
Verharrten die Deutschen doch in der Passion.

Da reiner Verbrauch an die Endlichkeit stößt,
So wurden als nächstes die Nachbarn erlöst.
Dem Reich, das von Rom einst den heiligen Stab
Forttrug, gab der Korse ein ruhmloses Grab,
Bis endlich die Preußen und Bismarck gewitzt
Ertrotzten, daß Deutschmann im Vaterland sitzt,
Und Türme und Male, gehuldigt dem Thron,
Erschienen als Zeugen der deutschen Passion.

Die deutschen Erfolge, die Flotte, das Heer,
Ertrugen die Angeln nur knirschend und schwer,
Sie schufen Allianzen, zu stoppen den Fleiß
Des Deutschen, der ärgerlich viel kann und weiß,
Sie forschten nach Schwächen in Reiches Gebälk,
Sie stützten, was brachliegt, was morsch ist und welk,
Bis Kriegslust Europa berauschte wie Mohn,
Für Deutschland der Weg in die ärgste Passion.

Denn nicht nur versagt blieb dem Reiche der Sieg,
Der Frieden ward schlimmer als jeglicher Krieg,
Im Osten zerstückelt, im Westen besetzt,
Ein Staat ohne Würde und Hunger zuletzt,
Ein Mann und ein indisches Lebenssymbol,
Sie stiegen und wurden der Deutschen Idol,
Was diese versprachen, als hätten sies schon,
So träumten die Deutschen in ihrer Passion.

Doch tiefer nur noch als beim ersten Mal fällt
Der Deutsche im Wahne, den Haß aus der Welt
Mit Waffen zu kehrn, mit Gefolgschaft allein,
Als könne der Führer der Gottessohn sein,
Und Kleinmut besetzt, was der Größenwahn ließ,
Und Deutscher ist nun, wer Zerknirschung bewies,
Den Deutschen ist Deutsches nun Abscheu und Hohn,
Sie spotten ihr Dasein und ihre Passion.

Wie lang soll das gehn? fragt sich mancher und glaubt
Man hätt den Verstand allen Deutschen geraubt,
Doch sammeln sich fern vom Getön der Parteien
Geächtete, reif, wieder Deutsche zu sein.
Sie rüsten sich, wecken den Kaiser im Kyff,
Der tiefer als Spätre nach Heiligkeit griff,
Die Pfalzen vereinte im Burg-Oktagon
Als Walstatt des Geistes und deutscher Passion.
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It was dark out, around midnight, possibly later. His darker twin slept in the bed across from his. They used to share a bed, but things stared getting too violent with Dark in the same bed.

The blonde still had claw marks where they should never be. He really did wonder what the darker one dreamed about?

He wasn't in bed like he was supposed to be. He was sitting on the windowsill looking at the full moon. How he wished he was at his home staring at the night sky. But no...

He was the only human left. Everyone else was a demon and a man too. He would never live his dream of having a child, or a wife, or a family. But according to Ghirahim, they were his family.

He clenched his fists. He wanted to go home. There were countless nights he wished he would wake up to Zelda's calm soothing voice. He itched his arm just above where the cut out of the first diamond was on his glove.

His skintight clothing was really bothering him lately, (Possibly because he spent more time with it off then on,) and he was tired of wearing it. The outfit showed every curve on his body and that only seemed to make the demons want him more. At least he wasn't the only one required to wear it.

From his first days of slavery, Ghirahim explained that either he would wear the black clothing, or he could walk around nude. Either way was quite all right to them. Link chose the clothing of course.

Though he couldn't really complain.

Besides the sleepless nights, lack of education, and outfit, life was amazing. The constant pleasure had become so addicting. Him and his darker half loved to experiment with different things they could find around the castle grounds, from feathers from a bird, to smooth carved pieces of wood.

Yes, they messed around with anything they could find when they were bored. Though they were careful not to have their masters know they were doing activities without them.

He wondered where Fi was though. His sword spirit who addressed him as "master" was a great companion. And some days when e felt as if he couldn't go any further, Fi would urge him to go on. He was brave, and strong and-

He failed. He witnessed the goddess's soul being eaten by the Demon King. A tear slid from his crystal blue eye and down his cheek where it hit his leg. He didn't cry often because if he did, he was mocked and laughed at.

He let the demons get to him, he was like a Keese stuck in a Skulltula's web. He wasn't going anywhere. Where would he go? Sure, the gate of time was still there for Ghirahim's reasons, and though Impa was dead, the old Zelda was still in that orange crystal of that time, but what would he do?

The only reason she was left alone was because if she was killed in the past, Demise would've never risen meaning, he never would've had to exist!

"Why are you awake? And especially at this hour?" His dark twin's voice startled him.

"Lost in thought." The teen replied wiping the tears from his eyes. A frozen pale hand rested on his shoulder making him jump.

"What's on your mind hero?" Dark mocked.

"The past." Link replied looking to his hands.

"Aww, does someone need a hug?" Yes. But not from Dark, from Zelda.

"If you're plan is to mock me don't waste your so needed breath." Link bit out bitterly.

"I'm only playing!" Dark chuckled like that excused anything. "Why don't you allow me to make your mind go blank? I'll let your body have the relaxation it craves." Dark whispered lustfully into the boy's pointed ear.

Link sighed. Dark's tone of voice meant he was going to have sex no matter what. Turning around Link sighed.

"My options?" Link asked.

"Well, if you get bored, fake it." Dark's fangs gleamed into the night sky, his white teeth reflecting the light of the moon. "Just hold back that voice of yours this time. I'm not getting caught again." Dark hissed biting Link's ear playfully.

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It was past six in the morning, and Link and Dark where no where in sight! Ghirahim smoothed his hair out and opened the door to their room where he saw the two identical boys passed out.

They were only decent because of the blanket covering their lower halves, other than that, black clothing was randomly hanging off of things around the room. A glove on the door knob, a pair of shorts hanging off of the head board on Dark's bed, two socks on the windowsill, and more.

It was cute how Dark was laying on top of Link with a satisfied look on his relaxed face. Link on the other hand had new bruises and scratches and bite marks. Ghirahim did admit that Dark was more violent than Demise would ever be with his boys.

Ghirahim smiled with a gleam in his eye. The two boys were in trouble and they probably knew it.

"Oh, wait until master hears about this..." Ghirahim chuckled before walking back to the throne room. Today may not be so boring after all.
Maybe this will become a multiple chapter thing. Maybe not.

Thoughts?

Clothes belong to Yueki.
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Wet roses, sick with heavy rain,
Left from last night's slumber,
Smoking the breath of new days.

Swirling crimson sun, turning
Clouds kaleidoscopic in
Burning, dark rhythm.

Let the dew drip full of weight.
A whole morning magnified,
Inverted through liquid orb.

Solidify fiery decay.
Capture the meaning absorbed
Within chaos and abstraction.

In a glistening pool of water.
Lake akin to the forest fire,
Stiller, staying lower,

Ripples investing height
Upon the next day's shower.  
Woah. Totally blown away by the reception this has got. Thank you all so much for your time for reading this and to all of those who favorited, for my sake of course, I'm really glad you liked it. After following critique from those kind people within the elite literature group, I've decided to reduce words and multiply meaning within my poems. It seems that this is the way forward and it does feel much better writing this way too. Really enjoyed making this one and the reception I've recieved has made me feel incredible and happy to write. Thanks to you all, this day has blown me away - the views and favorites. I will continue in this new style and see where it takes me. Thanks all!
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Do you remember that warm summer night?
When everything felt just right.
You said "I'll be your Romeo, if you'll be my Juliet."

But you thought I'd forget.

You stole my heart and took it away
But here I am, heart cold and grey
Forgive and forget is the lesson we learn

But why not make them burn?

I took your promise to the grave
No matter how much you plead and beg
It's your time to say goodbye

But you won't be resting in the sky.

No, You won't forsake me again
Bound by more than a ball and chain
This is your eternity to savor

But, at least, we'll be together forever.
Nothing really to say here. Poem speaks for itself.

Please don't repost/claim/copy ANY of my work. These poems mean a lot to me, so keep your greedy little paws off. Thank You.
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Love Again

I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
-
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes

A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw

I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes

I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another

A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear

Knowing that-
Every possible future will mimic the past
-
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
I've lost what mattered most
So don't waste the promises you hold
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i cant understand what im feeling right now
i just want to cry in the rain
the tears wont stop falling from my eyes
why is this bitter-sweet pain?

Thinking of the tears make me laugh
cause the reasons were dumb
Yet thinking of the laughs
make me wonder where all these tears are coming from

I don't want to cry
i want to be strong
but seeing these tears
is probably a sign that i've been holding it in for too long

This may be goodbye
but in my heart you'll always have a place
i will never forget you
and i'll never forget your face

I try hard to stop crying
look in the mirror and fake a smile
I guess this is the price i pay
for making memories that were worthwhile.

One day for sure,
We'll meet again the future.

Thank you for the moments we shared together
Because of you,
this has been the best summer ever.
my summer story.
kinda.
now if you'll excuse, im gonna cry myself to sleep now.

// DRAWING IS FROM GOOGLE BTW
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HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL

How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I’m waiting outside to tell you you’re lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I’m laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death

Hold out. It’s such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don’t at all.
It’s the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue for way too long.

Smiling as I raise my head and softly ask how was your day and I’ll sleep on the couch at night, I’ll even stay out of your way, I’ll keep you safe when you are not, I’ll keep you warm when you are cold, I’ll wake you up at 2 am just to tell you that I care.
I find solace in the curves of your hips, I think you’re beautiful even though you don’t need me, even though you don’t need me at all, even though you don’t, even though you don’t need me at all.

Thinking back at what has been, love struck, snow blind, it seemed all right at the time, I’ve got blackened eyes from crying all night for you.
Question the reasons behind my convictions, I’m killing myself even though I know what not to do, its just too much trouble you know.
Heartbreak tastes just like steel. Heartbreak tastes just like steel. Heartbreak tastes just like steel.  
Marry me! Under the stars with a broken needle as my ring to you and a cat carved inside your arm as your ring to me

Hold out. It’s such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don’t at all.
It’s the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue for way too long.

Smiling as I raise my head and softly ask how was your day and I’ll sleep on the couch at night, I’ll even stay out of your way, I’ll keep you safe when you are not, I’ll keep you warm when you are cold, I’ll wake you up at 2 am just to tell you that I care.
I find solace in the curves of your hips, I think you’re beautiful even though you don’t need me, even though you don’t need me at all, even though you don’t, even though you don’t need me at all.
heartbreak tastes just like steel. i wrote this about 5 months ago. the Awesome band, Jeffrey Starlight, is performing the song.
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Antisocial?
Learn respect.

Anxiety?
Chill out.

Anorexic?
For God's sake, eat!

Avoidant?
Deal with it.

Bipolar?
Find a balance and stick with it.

Bulimic?
There are people dying for that food you waste.

Borderline?
Control yourself, woman!

Dependent?
Stop being so clingy!

Depressed?
Cheer up!

Histrionic?
Do you always have to have the spotlight?

Multiple Personalities?
Yeah right, attention whore.

Narcissistic?
It's not all about you!

Obsessive-Compulsive?
It's not that bad.

Paranoid?
Not everyone is out to get you.

PTSD?
You're just weak.

Schizoid?
You're a cold one, aren't ya?

Schizotypal?
Why you gotta be so weird all the time?

Schizophrenic?
Get a grip on reality.

Self-injurer?
There are better ways to get attention.

Suicidal?
Why don't you just kill yourself already?

If you have said any of these things,
To any of these people,
Get a fucking perspective.
If you're going to tell me I'm being mean to these people, I'm going to tell you, you didn't read the ending.

I know a lot of people who are mentally ill, and this poem is for you.

EDIT:

Thank you guys for all the attention. This is amazing.

Edit 2:

I fixed all the spelling errors in this poem.
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"Why are you crying my dear?" He asks with worried eyes

"I'm not crying, I just have something in my eyes."

"You can't lie to me, tell me. I thought I was your best friend."

"It's nothing, leave it"

"Tell me, what seems to be bothering you"

"Everything."

"And what would that be?"

"I don't know."

"Come on you can tell me."

"Life is hard"

He smiles and says "is that what's bothering you?"

She nods sobbingly

"Well, it's your life isn't it? Your life will be the way you see it. Go on with life
with a positive approach and nothing will be difficult. It's your life, take it where you want to go."

Hearing this, the tears stopped.

"My friends betrayed me."

He didn't even have to think before he answered.

"If they were really your friends they would of never betrayed you. Isn't it a good thing? You finally learnt who your real friends are."
He was right, she thought.

"My boyfriend dumped me for another girl."

"He might have never loved you dear. It's better he is gone or he would of hurt you more than he already did. He could have cheated on it. Don't worry, you'll find a guy who'll sincerely love you."

Saying this he sat down next to her on the cold floor resting his back on the wall. He looked at her, she wasn't crying anymore neither where her eyes red. They were dry shinning with such great intensity.

"Do you know what makes me sad?" he said without looking at her.

"No!" She said in a low confused tone

"It's seeing a young pessimist ruin her life on the smallest things."

Then everything he said made perfect sense.
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