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 VileVince
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Joined: Mar 21, 2005
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Location: Oregon
    
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Wed Jan 28, 2009 3:21 pm Post subject: Writings/Poetry/Lyrics **Original Work Only** |
 
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I wrote a poem yesterday and wanted to share it w/ the world, so I figured why not let other ppls creativeness be shown too?
This is for all you writers/poets/lyricist
Post any of your work you want to share, context does not matter, art is art.
**Please Original Writings ONLY**
Untitled
Written 27 Jan 09
Smoke rises from the earth
It has no purpose, shows no worth
Above the smoke is a sky of blue
But how do we know that is true?
Below the smoke, is ground torn asunder
Human hearts pound like thunder
Some look, weep, and wonder
The smoke is free to do as it please
It taunts the humans, the great tease
The winds rise
Bringing the smoke's demise
Freedom was only an illusion
You draw your own conclusion |
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 Dami
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Joined: Feb 04, 2005
Member#: 87
Posts: 2567
Location: Stalag 13
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Wed Jan 28, 2009 5:07 pm Post subject: |
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This is a nice poem, Vile! Although I may have an idea how it was made, how did you get the idea to write it?
I have about 530 own lyrics/poems, but I share only some of them. Because this is an american webradio I'll only post some in british and american english (oh what the heck, I'll just call it english).
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Pesa and some other's already know this, it is mostly very simple but fits to the music written to it:
Nothing left...
Nothing left... (except the pain)
I feel like dead,
maybe I ought to,
maybe I deserved it,
I don’t know
I want to know
But I can never see the truth
Confused by my mind
And by your kind
Nothing left... to do...
Nothing left... where to go...
Silence... beautiful Silence !
Where to go... I don’t know...
Tod und Teufel... (sie) schrecken - mich nicht mehr...
Leben... du versagtest mir deine Güte, es ist nicht mehr...
Deine leeren Versprechungen mit denen du mich locktest... mich locktest zu dir...
Sie - existieren - nicht mehr ! NICHT MEHR !
Translation of the upper part:
Death and the devil... they don't scare me - no more. Life, you forsake me your gentleness, it is no more...
Your empty promises with which you lured me, lured me to you - they don't exist no more.
Aimless and disappointed
Rejected by this damned life
Life is beautiful - they tell me
And I only shake my head in despise
I don’t want to face the lies
But I also don’t want to be dumb
Can somebody show me a way
How to enjoy live – in a peaceful way ?
Nothing left... I don’t know what to do
Nothing left... I’m not as dumb as you
You enjoy live,
your only thoughts are weak
And I burn deep within,
as I reach a new level of sin
The travel to unfound borders
will be done sometime...
the time will be here...
for me... to be gone...
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In the land of nevermelting ice and snow
Where wolves sing their tales to the moon
And where everybody can feel the presence of freedom
There are icy winds that tell his tale
From the winternights he arose - winterchild
He was born in the plains of cold
He was the northern son
From the northstar he decends – winterchild
Like father, like son, he lived his live
Thoughts of vanity and hate have never been
Devoted to the beauty of the land
And to the splendor of all rightous gods
From the winternights he arose - winterchild
He was born in the plains of cold
He was the northern son
From the northstar he decends – winterchild
From the winternights he arose - winterchild
He was born in the plains of cold
He was the northern son
From the northstar he decends – winterchild
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This one I haven't yet released to the "public" so you are the first ones read it:
Onwards to another journey
Which may be his last
This scar-beared warrior moves on
To reach his sacred grounds where he’ll die
Venturing into the forest
Where the old spirits lay (lie ?)
On his last journey – slow, cut off steps
Bleeding in every possible way
With every step he becomes more calm
Peaceful he now feels
Sorrow of old almost forgotten times freeze
His tears seem to flow backwards
Far far away, where no false step shall ever be done
There will be his grave – sankarihauta
Careful, his last steps leading to death
Wiping away the tears, killing the fears
The cloak of the forest closed around him
And he got down to his last rest
Withering away where no one is without permission
A shining blade rises to the heavens
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Because of my own usage of these writings I need to tell you that the copyright is solely mine  .
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VileVince
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Joined: Mar 21, 2005
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Posts: 665
Location: Oregon
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Sat Jan 31, 2009 2:40 am Post subject: |
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Of course anything posted here belongs to the person who posted it.
I like yours you are pretty good at writing.
I got my poem actually from walking one morning to work. I noticed steam coming from a rock quary next to my base. I just randomly started saying parts of the poem, it was stuck in my head all day. I finally wrote the final version down after work. |
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Dami
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Location: Stalag 13
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Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:16 pm Post subject: |
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Thank you, I wholeheartedly began writing stuff in 2003 and got better over the years, maybe I'll post some more lyrics in the future, but first we should get Waffen to post the one he wrote about one of his nightmares in here  .
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Dami
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Thu Feb 05, 2009 12:15 pm Post subject: |
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Ok, this one is kind of primitive but maybe some of you may still be able to like it:
The Old Man
He wandered just by my side
the old man and his wife
just trying to enjoy freedom
that he'd earned well
lived almost hundred years
and was struck down by inhuman fears
had survived many battles
and two world wars
he faced a thousand dangers and is still alive
so isn't he a hero for what he did ?
now he is out of view
I ask myself, can this be true
that this veteran hero
will be dead tomorrow ?
And no one will really know about him
no one will care
he's dead
another forgotten hero...
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