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"stift" poems
Alles, was bleibt, ist ein Riss, genau in der Mitte des Seins. Lass mich nicht die sein, die an allen Standpunkten teilhaben muss, nicht die, die mit Stift und Worten Angst zu bekämpfen vermag, nicht die, die sich im- mer brav rechts auf den Weg hält, die, deren Blick immer Fremdens Füße begutachten, nicht die, die sich ohne eine Tasse Koffein wachhalten versucht, die, die überhaupt nur zu den traurigen Songs tanzt, die, deren Herz sich nur schwer erwärmen lässt, die, mit den melancholischen Augen den Raum er- misst Someone taught me to be me - Es sind die Kämpfe mit meinem Selbst, die sich in meine Haut gebrannt haben, die Angst vor höheren Mächten, die meine Augenringe abzeichnen, es ist das große Vielleicht von dir, dass mich zittern lässt.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
I; the shortest word with the longest story
Sie fragten, weshalb ich schreibe. Ich habe lange mit meinen Gedanken herumgespielt, aber meine Mutter hat mich all die Jahre liebevoll gelehrt, dass man nicht mit sinnlosen Gedanken spielen darf. Ich habe nachgedacht, bin durch Straßen gerannt, bin auf Füßen von anderen herumgetrampelt, und weitergerannt, umgedreht, und ehrlich entschuldigt. Habe an meinem Stift gekauft – vermummt von Wor- ten und habe Bruchteile von Radiergummifussel ver- streut. Habe überall gesucht, in den Strömen des Re- gens, in den alten Adern der Blätter am Straßenrand, nicht mal im Bröckeln der Asphaltrillen habe ich ent- denkt.   Es hatte mich Nächte gekostet, einen Punkt für das Fragezeichen zu finden; aber, oh Gott, ich habe den Punkt gefunden, denn der Punkt liegt in meinem Herzen, ich trage Worte in meinem Herzen – lauter als mein und dein Herz- schlag zusammen; und nun hat mein Herz Ringe unter den Augen.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
Bruchteile
jeg smiler stift og monotomt til verden udenfor, alt i mens jeg drikker kaffe der er ligeså sort som mit indre.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
en definition af et sind
It was his younger years in being a competitive Bodybuilder He competed in numerous Bodybuilding Contests and won It was his sheer dedication in not being out done It was other sports just for fun The Old Man saw a challenge in what sacrifice that came with Bodybuilding The weights were the Old Man’s determination from lifting back then But his career with the weights didn’t have to end It was encouragement from another to continue to train on Train the Old Man did and it was hours long The weights became the desire with the fire This has always been the Old Man’s regime in being the principle It’s just that simple Age may have accelerated on The Old Man was inspired to continue to be strong His muscles greeted the weights with every given lift As an Old Man, you don’t have to be Stift Intensity was in the Old Man’s eyes Yet he has acquired wisdom and experience of wise Train until Bodybuilder still The mind for training in will Old Age won’t stop My young days in being a Bodybuilding champion in dedication in what put me at the top There is no reason for the Old Man to stop Train, Lift and Construct The Old Man’s theory, “I lived to be, my Bodybuilding muscles from before all to see, and all my desire in what my training should be” An after training Flex, and image still, but with a determined will.
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
THE OLD MAN AND THE WEIGHTS
En mand sidder stilfærdigt i toget I lyseblå strik Kigger stift ligeud Gennem sine tonede solbriller Som skjuler Hans tårefyldte øjne
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
fornægtede emotioner
through the captain's eyes where ships crashed through the strong tides the stift seas nor the hallowed winds we shall not gossiped about our graves to thee
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Gossip About Our Grave
Sincerity is the main name Write like I never wrote before Chose various topics to explore Negativity I must ignore Be confident in my sure Think on writers on came from before There’s my inspiration in galore It is also encouragement for me to continue to write on It will be an endless page being long Continuous writing from the heart Thinking reader response from the start I have regularly written Online So I am known to many websites combined My writing being a God given gift So is no time to be acting like a stift This is my writing being my wish It’s a talent I definitely appreciate I want to share with others in illustrate I know fame doesn’t come by chance But the vision to see upcoming chapters in one’s advance Writing is a skill But determination makes up the will I am an eager writer like anybody else But with different platform that only includes self My writing gift being an ability to write I offer continued inspiration in being polite I guess my day will come when I reach writing fame All I want all to do is remember my name.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO REACH WRITING FAME?