Egal ob auf deinem Balkon in einer klaren Sommernacht,
oder am schönsten Strand der Welt,
ob auf der Wiese im Park deiner Stadt,
oder mit der schönsten Frau im Kornfeld.
Wenn die reflektierte Sonne nicht nur in den Fenstern sondern Augen lacht,
musst du lernen für den Moment zu leben.
Egal ob kleine oder große Ziele,
oder das dreizehnte Semester,
anstatt Arbeit Videospiele,
oder immer alles auf den letzten Drücker.
Wenn dich manchmal die Zukunft überholt und Herz und Seele beben,
machst du alles richtig und genießt dein Leben.
Can't forget cuz I regret by Laserjack, literature
Literature
Can't forget cuz I regret
If our love was a song that I could play,
I would stop to eat and sleep,
and do this day by day,
until my fingers bleed.
I would play until I die,
and after that I would be there to watch over your life.
I stepped outside on Christmas Eve and walked slowly through the snow,
a white carpet covered cars and trees and I knew not where to go.
Suddenly a noise right above my head,
I looked up and saw a light shining dark red.
I was frightened, scared, began to shiver,
I took my heels, ran through the forest, o'er the river,
I knew I had to flee,
but the light was following me calmly and consistently.
Gasping I realized my legs wouldn't take me any further,
I turned around and shouted, "What are you? Some kind of hyper modern murderer?"
"Ho, ho, ho! No!" a deep voice replied,
"Rudolph had some trouble, so I need you to guide my sleigh to
All people have to learn
lost time is never found again,
nobody knows where it went,
it is the fire in which we burn.
So don't hesitate, stand up, and look ahead,
because the early bird catches the worm,
no matter if the times are good or bad.
Regard everything in your life as precious,
because easy come, easy go,
the good meat, and also the lettuce.
Keep on going, never be quiet, be loud.
Always stick to your words
and you'll be proud,
because fine feathers make fine birds.
They Told Us:
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
Writers, poets,
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at
Asylum:
I scrape my hands upon the ground,
Staring at my cell.
I wonder why I'm trapped inside,
This vivid living hell.
I've heard the voices calling out,
Maybe they're in my head...
I wonder where my cell-mates are,
Maybe they are dead...
Time has no meaning in this place,
Nor does the word of day and night,
The food is simply human flesh,
It will give you quite a fright...
Upon a chair they strap me down,
They open my eyes and make me shiver,
They pull out a scalpel and many knives,
The sight alone, it makes me quiver.
They inject me with a strange chemical,
The world does fade to black.
I wake up in my cell again,
An
Current Residence: Bielefeld (Westend) - Germany Favourite style of art: Dadaism Favourite cartoon character: Captain Hindsight Interests: Sports, making music, being creative =) Personal Quote: Keine halben Sachen; Joy always wins!
Express yourself! Come on and do it!
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We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world,
we just had to keep walking,
and we became the stories, we became the places,
we were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds,
We were you before you even existed!