Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation2 years 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
Atheism: An essay I am an atheist. Atheism is not a religion. There is no assigned moral code; each atheist has his or her own personal morals. There are no written texts giving guidelines to life for atheists. Some acclaimed atheists might just be lazy and want to escape from the responsibility that comes with believing in a god and feeling guilty for blasphemy committed. In that case, I think that this person is not atheist, but just a pathetic human being who doesn't like to take responsibility for their actions. Sure, atheists do not believe in the existence of a god, but does this mean that they lack morals because they do not follow teachings of a religion?Atheism: An essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I say, of course not. It is simply not fair for anyone to judge anyone else for anything, and atheism is a great example. I would like to give viewpoints from many religions, but my general knowledge doesn't go past the conflict between Christianity (specifically Catholicis
Musings...Musings...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
.........Just like the deepest darkest oceans, its same...For the deepest darkest forests. No one can ever imagine what dwells with in? And just like how, all bodies of waters were contacted..In some way, or other, you could also find as were all trees, or more forests...
...But what would someone do? If they found out the truth? Yes....They were go between, to alien worlds. Places human kind wrote off as wild imaginations of the crazies, emotional stress. Then how would you explain, your moments of waking, when reality shifts to illusions an dreams..Astral projecting? Missing persons, our world is only so huge. You will end up going in circles. So why have we yet to find these missing people then? Once their scent/leads have gone dry? Hmm? What about demon possessions Now many believe these claims to be real. And still even at the same time, people don't and cant accept, such things, as well. Even these creatures need a play to dwell to call home too..So many answers and t
The Boy and The StarsThe Boy and The Stars1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
He liked to Stargaze, to stare at the glittering gods in the sky
Sometimes when he was alone, he would dance alongside them, and feel happiness for a fleeting moment in time.
He would find the constellations and watch their travels through the months and seasons.
Meteor Showers were always welcomed with his smile and the wonderment in his eyes.
When sadness overwhelmed him, he waited for a falling star, and wish with all his heart for his troubles to disappear.
Back to sickening reality.
Cycles and bottles rushed back into his head, the loud voices returning to his sore ears.
Not a penny to his soul, not a single piece of hope and a caring nebula liked the ones he wished he could be with.
When his head was down to Earth, he felt a deteriorating entrapment, and aliens, or what they seemed liked, reminded him every day of his prison.
Tears with stardust and hope fell from his cheeks.
At one point when he was the lowest points, he made a decision that seemed rational, practica
Something Wicked This Way Comes...Something Wicked This Way Comes...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are three friends on summer vacation, fresh out of high school and they wanted to have fun, but could not decide what to do first, the wanted to do everything, the beach, fishing, amusement parks, camping, bike riding, arcade, etc. as they sat on the couch two boys Elliot and Scott and a girl, Evermore. They were watching the news, talking about missing persons across the county warning everyone to about safety and security. They decided to go out walking, maybe to find some other ideas to do. In the early Saturday morning they walked through town passing shops, at one point they over hear a bunch of friends from school talking about Windbrook, the dark forest that surrounds the small town of Freeman, only one road to and fro from the small town and the rest of the world, as they went to investigate, they found out there was going to be a party in the woods, lots of alcohol and a big campfire to celebrate the end of the school year and they were invited and it was that night.
SCP-457 the burning manSCP-457 the burning man2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Item #: SCP-457
Object Class: Euclid/Potential Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-457 is to be kept in a 5m x 5m chamber with no less than 22.9cm (9in) of cumulative fireproofing via various materials (asbestos cement, perlite boards) upon all surfaces and a blast-proof observation window with emergency blast shielding installed. The opening to the chamber must consist of at least two temperature-controlled and airtight chambers that may be sealed in case of emergency. SCP-457's chamber should be kept at high humidity with a drainage system installed in the floor, as well as a misting sprinkler system installed and running constantly, and emergency hoses capable of at least 300psi of water pressure. SCP-457 is allowed a small structure upon the wall of its chamber that remains water-free, but only allows for minimal protection and preservation of form.
All personnel entering SCP-457's chamber should be wearing at least Class-A temperature-controlled, flame-retardant sealed suits
Misadventures of NormaThe Incredibly Strange Misadventures of NormaMisadventures of Norma3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Norma clearly wanted to go on an adventure, like all of her friends could. The world was put in danger at least twice a week, only to be saved afterwords. Ancient conspiracies just begun to come into play, only to be thwarted by the adventurers who came to stop them. Empires around the world rose and fell when their emperor turned to be controlled by a force. Evil lords of darkness begun to take over the world, only to be stopped.
Norma was obviously bored, and very jealous. She lived in a small town that thankfully wasn't destroyed by marauders or pirates. Just farmers, merchants, healers, and an inn made up all the business. So far, nothing. While she certainly didn't wish for the usual marauders or demons to destroy her village, she certainly would have loved to go on an adventure like someone else did.
Her entire life then changed when she heard a voice. The first sign of an adventurer was a dismembered voice, guiding her. Describing he
BreezeBreeze1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
in una stanza, stanco
vivo l'oggi come ieri
vivrò domani come oggi
se tutta questa confusione
rende'l viver così vuoto
che mi perdo...
Con sol la perdizione un'anima capisce
quanto ami l'emozione
chè l'uomo vive di sensazioni,
lievi e buie.
Di ciò nutre'l suo profondo.
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part FivePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Five2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
PewDie. . .
The sun shone bright in my eyes, causing me to squint against it.
I slowly sat up to find Stephano and Cry sitting in the middle of the room, conversing about ways to escape the castle, fighting tactics, and such.
Stephano's back was towards me, Cry facing my direction.
I felt warmth course through my body for a moment, What was up with that dream...?
Cry noticed me up out of the corner of his eyes, or mask, and beckoned me over.
I slowly got up and staggered over to them, sitting on the floor.
"But I'll be able to fight them off while you all run." Stephano said impatiently.
"Well that's a nice way to get yourself killed friend." Cry said, rubbing his temples tiredly.
I stifled a yawn, "What the hell...?" I asked, speaking my thoughts aloud.
When were they friends...? I wondered.
Stephano simple shook his head, "Ways to escape."
I looked around the large room for a minute then sighed, face palming myself, "Either we missed a room back where Mr. Water Mons
In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric disease
I wish you could know
Of the peace that you bring me
It's something I never had before
I'd give anything to always have this serenity
Never again do I wish to awake
I can't let this placebo end
It's for my own sake
I can only pretend
When I see your face
leap through eternityi will sink my teeth into a supernovaleap through eternity10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let the stardust and
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--
SCP-024 THE GAME SHOW DEATHSCP-024 THE GAME SHOW DEATH2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Item #: SCP-024
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-024 cannot be moved to a secure location so security measures must be placed on-site. To conceal its location, SCP-024 will have at least five (5) identical looking replicas surrounding it at all times. A tight security perimeter must be maintained around SCP-024's compound at all times, with separate security teams guarding SCP-024 and its replicas. None of the security teams, except for team leaders, will be informed of the location of SCP-024. SCP-024 must be secured with magnetically sealed blast doors and reinforced, armored walls to prevent unauthorized entry.
Under no circumstances can any security or research personnel enter SCP-024. Only D-Class personnel are allowed entry and strictly for research purposes only. All researchers are to observe and experiment with SCP-024 from the remote observation lab. Any personnel attempting to leave the remote observation lab or enter SCP-024 withou
SCP-067 the Artist's Pen.SCP-067 the Artist's Pen.2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: When not in use or the subject of study, SCP-067 is to be stored in its felt-lined wooden box. The nib is to be corked, and all art and writings are to be submitted to SCP Research command for analysis and further experimentation.
Description: SCP-067 is a fountain pen made by a German supply company called Pelikan at some point between World War I and II. It is pale green in color, with a single red line going straight down along the side. The shell is oak and the nib is extremely sharp, capable of piercing human skin if pressed even lightly. Though it apparently lacks a reservoir, the nib never appears to run out of fresh ink. In addition, the pen writes in Iron Gall ink, which is suitable for artists but would normally corrode typical fountain pens quickly.
Research has surmised that any subject holding SCP-067 loses all autonomy of the hand and arm that grasps it. Full sensation is intact, but the arm below the elbow is controlled
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
The Poem Without a NameWhat if leaves watch as people fall,The Poem Without a Name1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or paintings stare at them from the wall
While music,silently,listens to us all
In the night,when the moon admires this world
And the wind trembles because of the cold
That rests in a human's mind, a darkness untold.
Maybe books read us page after page
At times when we lock ourselves in a cage
Enjoying the stoyline until it causes damage
Nightmares are the ones frightened by humans
And the clouds just cry on our shoulders
Liberating, throwing their liquid treasures.
How about summer's impatience to meet you?
Or a movie composing its actors and a review
About a sculpture perfecting its artist
And a canvas coloring its painter with mist
What if I sit back, and let the sheet continue it
While the reader struggles to write until infinite.
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Memories from the MoonlightMemories from the Moonlight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
--------Memories from the Moonlight---------
☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ❤ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽
Dancing underneath the moon,
Its shining touch,
Remembrance of life and love,
All to be forgotten,
In the blink of an eye,
as long as the wind whispers on my back,
The howls of the night whispering softly in my ear,
The memories of time gently fading,
The black and white photo dusty and broken,
Slowly aging as time trickles by,
How many minutes go by?
How many seconds have left the serenity?
Will everything be forgotten?
Only Time may tell...
Will hearts still be true?
And the wind still guiding me?
As one sits...
As one waits...
As one dances underneath the moon...
In hopes to find its lost memories of time.
SlenderMan's song - SpanishSlenderMan's song - Spanish2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Los niños tratan de escapar.
Para él es diversión sin más.
De oscuro traje y corbata va.
Tu muerte está a punto de llegar...
Brazos ramificados para atrapar.
Rostro vacío de expresión.
No permitirá que digas adiós.
Tu muerte está a punto de llegar...
No escaparás, vas a morir...
No escaparás, vas a morir...
No escaparás, vas a morir...
A veces tararea una humilde canción,
Vaga alrededor de tu habitación.
Entre árboles escondido está él.
En la niebla es difícil de ver.
De oscuro traje y corbata va.
Tu muerte está a punto de llegar...
LiarLiar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Liar you say?
Why don't you explain?
I've never done anything
No wrongful deeds towards you
If you say that as such
Then I really believe
That you are the hypocrite here
Lying your beliefs away
You say that you're my companion
But then turn around only again
Directing attention toward those
That are of the more importance
Maybe I'm the only one who's prideful
Who doesn't understand
But then tell me, tell me
Do you truly comprehend?
Liar, liar set flames afire
Don't you say such misconceptions
They bring me down only to bring you up
On a pedestal of deception