| MoonElf | Hier möchte ich Euch gern ein paar meiner Gedichte vorstellen. Ich schreibe fast ausschließlich in englischer Sprache. Kritik ist erwünscht. Und hier gleich das Erste: [B]Same Old Dream[/B] Torn into pieces. Broken hearted. Never want to breathe again. And always that same old dream. Knife in my stomach. Arrow in my head. The pain just feels so real. And always that same old dream. Emotions neglected. Power utilized. No strength in me anymore. And always that same old dream. Awaking at midnight. Unbearable pain. Wishing to sleep forever. It's always that same old dream. I am not wanted. Not me - not my love. Taking the pills I've collected. And stopping that stupid old dream. |
| MoonElf | Und nun noch ein neues Gedicht für Euch. Bin mal wieder neugierig auf eure Kritiken. [B]Broken[/B] A broken heart, a broken soul, life taught me suffering. Some broken dreams, some broken hopes, another broken wing. All the strength has gone away, weakness rules my lonely life. Every hour every day just given up to strife. I broke some hearts, I broke some dreams, but never meant to hurt. I healed some souls, I healed some hopes, I had to be alert. They all made use of me. But now I'm weak - so weak. Down on my broken knee. This life is horrible and bleak. |
| MoonElf | Nun mal eine Art Liebesgedicht: [B]If...[/B] If I had a flower for every word I want to say to you, there wouldn't be enough space for trees on this earth. But I don't have a flower. If I had a grain of sand for every thought I spend on you, a desert would be between you and me. But I don't have a grain of sand. If I would do a single step for every moment of yearning for you, I would have rounded the earth several times. But I can't do a single step. If each of my tears was a diamond, I were the richest woman of all. But I don't have anymore tears. If I could put my emotions in words, they would fill the largest library in the whole world. But I don't have words. If my dreams would come true... But I don't dare to dream. |
| MoonElf | Und hier eine Ballade. Ziemlich düsteres Thema, mal sehen, was Ihr dazu sagt: [B]The girl (A ballad)[/B] There was a man I knew him well. He was so popular and nice. But behind the bedroom door he created sacrifice. The little girl who called him dad, she had no doubt to trust him. She went into his warm big bed and her world got out of trim. He caused her pains and hurt her and told her not to cry. He satisfied his greediness and made her shy - so shy. So he did every day when mummy wasn't there. His girl had to obey but couldn't longer bear. One day she took a gun and shot her father down. So she got satisfaction and went to dance in town. Several hours later she went back home again. But many angry neighbours welcomed her in the rain. The neighbours went nearer and nearer the girl didn't know what to do. Suddenly hit by a bullet she died. And forever her name was taboo. |
| MoonElf | Goodbye You can change your clothes and you can change the shoes. You can change your car, but you just changed the rules. You can give some food and you can give some love. You can give a simple smile, but you just gave trivial words. You can be so brave and you can be so cool. You can be a tender man but you are just a fool. You could be with me and you could be loved. You could be a god for me, but you are too afraid. I will be the loser and I will be alone. I will be a worthless thing and I will be forgotten. I wish you all the best and wish you happiness. I wish you will be satisfied but I'll lay down to rest... ...in peace. |
