Imperial Alliance anthemeImperial Alliance antheme4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Jahrhunderte im Streite, zerbrach Europas Kraft!
Durch einen großen Weltbrand, hat es das Herz geschafft!
Völker Europas, vereint euch unter´m Eisenkreuz!
Völker Europas, bewahrt euch euren edlen Stolz!
Brüder stehen nun von Ost bis West,
Brüder stehen nun von Nord bis Süd, immerdar!
Imperial Alliance antheme:
Centuries in conflict, Europe's force broke!
By a large world war, the heart has succeeded!
Peoples of Europe, unite under the iron cross!
Peoples of Europe, keep your noble pride!
Brothers are standing now from East to West,
Brothers are standing now from North to South, forever!
impériale alliance antheme:
Tant de siècles de Guerre ont affaibli l'Europe!
Mais suite au Grand Chaos, le Coeur triompha!
Peuples d'Europe, unissez-vous sous la Croix de Fer!
Peuples d'Europe, sauvez votre noble fierté!
Nos frères vivent à l'Ouest comme à l'Est,
The Nibelungenlied engl. translationThe Nibelungenlied engl. translation6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(1) In old stories we are informed of many wonders. Of famous heroes, of great struggles. Of happiness and festivals, of tears and lamentation. Of the strife between bold warriors, you can still hear about these things today.
(2) A noble girl grew up in Burgundy, There was none more beautiful in any land, Kriemhild was her name: She became a beautiful woman. Because of this many men would lose their lives.
(4) Her caretakers were three kings, noble and rich: Gunther and Gernot, the famous warriors, and the young Giselher, an excellent knight. The lady was their sister, the princes cared about her.
(13) In these noble surroundings Kriemhild dreamed. She was raising a falcon, strong, beautiful, and wild, Then as she watched, two eagles ripped it away from her. It was the most horrible things she had ever seen.
(14) She told her mother Ute about the dream. The best interpretation she could make of it was: "The falcon you are raising is a noble man, if God doesn't
German prayer to WotanGerman prayer to Wotan10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
German prayer to Wotan
Wotan, spin your hammer
that the lightnings sparkling spray,
when the horses pull your carriage,
through dark clouds.
Because of our diligent people,
the stranger's greed is big,
for many thousand years,
we fought for our eternal freedom.
This country wants only peace,
quarrels and disputes are unwanted.
All Germans want to work;
And calm after all that effort.
Come again to earth,
Arminius noble figure of light,
so that we find our eternal peace!
The foreign violence must end.
Days become brighter,
when the foreign force passes.
And in the light of the new morning,
a new time arises.
Order will be in the country,
our effort is worth it,
help the people to strengthen their spirit,
no one will need a shield or sword anymore.
This spirit should inspire us,
to fight for the German Good.
Let us all be united,
give the people courage!
God lustput your hands and kneesGod lust3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to good use, scar your lips raw
and just pray for me
Stranger WoesI'm smoking miracles,Stranger Woes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clouding your sweet sunrise
eyes, and giving you a sting of overcast heat.
A year of delayed mourning
with your hot white request, is
fogging my failing perception, but it's just a contest.
In time, I'm sure you'll fear
the forever in my never
from my everlasting daydream and sick artistic high.
Flip me over, flip me off
Take my heart out, rip me off,
Even raging tortures can't hear my apology.
I guess the only stranger here
Behind The 'Truth'Behind every "just kidding" is a spark of liesBehind The 'Truth'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right after every "it's not your fault" is a thought of "I told you so"
Underneath every "I'm fine" is a tiny whisper for help
Inside of all the "I don't want to talk about it's" is a beg for sympathy
Behind every "I love you." Is a desperate "Don't leave me."
All of the texts of "it's fine," are lies.
And all of the "whatever's" are "leave me alone's"
Inside of every fact there's a question
And with every lie comes an answer.
Buttered Toast - TGAlicia slid her knife down the butter, smiling a little as the heated blade shot through. She gave the slice a quick kiss before putting it on the bread, hoping the boy behind her had seen it. "You're the last person I've got to see today," she told him, keeping it casual as she tried to prevent her hand from shaking. "There's a meeting after this - you're invited."Buttered Toast - TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Meeting?" asked Richard. A smile flitted across her face as she imagined the raised arch of his bushy eyebrow, smoothing it to something narrow in her mind. Something feminine. "Alicia? You were talking about a meeting?"
"Um, yeah " she muttered, embarrassed at the lapse. "You, me, a couple others, a bowl of chips Like I said, you're the last of my friends I've got to talk to. Serious stuff. Life altering, and all You still have dreams of being a girl by the way?" she demanded, masking her interest as she finished buttering up the toast and placed it on a plate. She shot him a smile before adding the sugar
A SecretA SecretA Secret4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the smile, in
my soul, a secret untold.
I so want to die.
Softcore Porn and Moldy FruitYou'd expect the bite of lemon juice to be enough,Softcore Porn and Moldy Fruit5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o' but no, the incisions always indulged in moldy peaches.
Raunchy, biodegradable fruits
full of foul odors and seeds that say "Fuck You"
if you ask them to grow.
You'd think someone would begin to loath
the invasive glint of steel soaked in citrus rot,
but no, her stitches kept tasting for the ache
of scalpel beneath skin.
That familiar ooze;
peaches and crème slipping down forearm.
She grew accustomed to the daily rituals of apricot patches
molding to skin.
She understood the necessity of routine,
the demands of a schedule.
Scabs peeled and picked
to a fleshy, citrus dessert.
I find her infatuated with tangerine ice-cream
sliding from the seam of arteries,
and I'm wincing as she
relishes liquid candy.
And it's demented, but her eyes shriek "Delicious. Delicious."
And this is revolting and wretched, but her eye's say "You Love
She's Beautifully GoneHe's wearing thin now,She's Beautifully Gone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thirsty for her daylight
to his tired eyes
He sat there,
heavy hearted and afraid
of the truth in her voice,
Replacing yesterday with
photographs and letters,
little by little.
Behind his eyelids, there are
fire works, embraces &
captured champagne kisses
-he's sure the bubbles still linger
In her hair.
Her smile is beautifully
Her eyes are perfectly
Slow motion memories.
It's painful to remember;
It makes him sick.
Sweet warm from Monday night,
still on his skin, left from her
promising caresses. He sits there,
waiting for days to fade, to wear away.
He can't forget her.
Her Name Was HeavenHeavenHer Name Was Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was a girl I met on the
She knew not of the difference
Night or day
Or child's play
But whether or not she'll make
It past seven.
Was a girl with cold, dark
under her eyes, and bruises on her
She's spent weeks
On low peaks
Since her supplier's been getting' lazy
Wakin' at eleven.
Was a girl with no yesterday, and no
An angel who slept in old, dirty
Once turning heads
her body's dead
And all that's left of her is broken wings and empty
bottles of bourbon.
Just a girlHe's just a guy!Just a girl5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why worry, sigh?...
I'm just a girl;
Maybe that's why.
i don't expect anything nowwhen i trip over a stick,i don't expect anything now5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lose a friend,
fail an exam.
my father died last year but i had a date with you
on the same day as the funeral
(and you said that if i cancelled you'd never see me again.)
(my mother hasn't spoken to me in three hundred and seventy nine days)
i know you don't really care,
and because i love you anyway,
i don't care either.
all i can think about is that you haven't left.
She Writes:"I'd like to imagineShe Writes:5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was wasted on you
The sweet, gentle innocence
Between us, two.
Over our hearts
And under the covers
We never thought
we would hurt one another.
We hid there together,
But reality is an angry storm, &
We were blinded by false weather.
all twisted and torn."
It wasn't long till she discovered
His promises were hollow.
He didn't love her.
The truth was hard to swallow.
And so he left
Afraid of the after.
She had to accept the fact
He'd never come back for her.
No KissingNo kissing.No Kissing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That was the agreement.
Yielding pink skin parting to whisper
"This only happens once."
Two years and I hear nothing from that careful mouth. Two years and not one of your fingers found a way to hit "send."
Unexpectedly your feet
you called them "pussy feet.")
carried you close
after two years.
I can't argue with the force in your words.
Two eyes that brighten to compliment the smile on that careful mouth when after two years all of your fingers wave, "hello."
Ten toes support a tentative step forward and two years are forgotten.
IllusoryThink of photonsIllusory5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of nitrogen ions,
of roll-top desks,
of horse radish,
of textile mills,
think of funerals.
Don't focus on
Don't dwell on
daydreams; scenarios played out
of first kisses.
Run like hell from
"I love you,"
and from seeing her.
Think about stuffed green hound dogs,
Think of anything,
to get to sleep.
Faceless InsanityThe horror, of sickening literature.Faceless Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With malicious insanity, shed so pure.
Behind her venomous eyes,
Beneath the wavering lies.
I declare sane on this blackened night!
For am I mad, because I feel no fright?
Wandering unto the dark side of my mind,
Though it's a twisted mystery, what I'm trying to find.
Complaints of morbid dread,
Writing vigorously to drive insanity out of one's head.
Concluding this pathetic, empty woman is broken!
As we ridicule each other for words unspoken.
A conspiracy theory, they all criticize.
If I am crazy, how much louder are my cries?
Do they ring dementia in your ears?
Causing your children, to cower in fear?
Tormented I am, conjuring my own misery.
Summoning my own demons, of purgatory.
I am condemned for all of my crimson pleasures.
Am I damned for all my gory treasures?
The anguish enclosing around me,
Cloaking me in it's embrace.
Yet it will always be very difficult,
For insanity has no face.
ComatoseA darkened dreamComatose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shallow sleep
Nothing troubling, nothing deep.
Comatose & starlight found.
Black & cold
Tangled thoughts that fly like birds.
Choked yells- awake from your dreams.
TriumphI will come for youTriumph5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lies and excruciating pain
Because I love to hear you scream
I will come for you
Blood and filth
As my middle name
Because you hated war so much
I will come for you
Fever and golden triumph
Because you burned it all, dearest
You Don't UnderstandLow shadowsYou Don't Understand5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wont bend to the
will of the sun,
You say you need me,
Don't use words you don't understand.
Still, you wrap me in a world of wishing whispers,
weak waves against my silver shores,
trying to drag me into your tall teal tales,
wont hush at night,
for you can never tame it,
You say I love you,
Don't use words I don't understand.
Silence scares me. . .Because with it comes the truth.Silence scares me. . .5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Zero caloriesDark, chocolaty gaze,Zero calories5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Caramel smile, creamy kiss...
And it Keeps Getting... Weirder? (4)“Five.” I awoke to hear Emmie say that single word.And it Keeps Getting... Weirder? (4)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh sorry, I was just counting something,” Emmie said. “We still good for today?”
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“I figured the park may be nice, it's quite nice out.” Emmie said, pulling on a pair of jeans. She was ready to go almost, and I was just waking. I felt kind of guilty.
“Sounds good, I'll go get ready.”
I went and took my shower, as quickly as I could. Before I completely dried myself, I noticed in the mirror I needed to shave, the hairs grossly long. I got my shaving cream and razor from the cabinet, and shaved my face. After that, I then went on to shave my chest, then moved on to my legs, everywhere on my body below the neck. I made sure I was smooth and went to the bedroom to change. Emmie was there, and I caught a hint of a smile.
About two weeks ago, some odd things began happening. It had started with an odd incident where Emmie
fooled you twicewhile you hold my hand,fooled you twice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll manipulate words and give you the reassurance that
'you're pretty ok' means 'hello, i love you.'
i hate breaking the truth to you.
the world is not a lie-
and it's pretty with angel whistles and roses
that never die when you shove them
in the back seat of your car.
and the world is beautiful,
i'm beautiful, too. absolutely flawless.