Poems - andere Sprachen

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AW: Poems - andere Sprachen

Ich habe auch mal zwei kleine englische poems geschrieben, die hoffentlich verständlich sind

freedom

And I wish
I was an Angel

I’d have wings
I’d be pretty
I’d be free

I would be able
to care
to help
to sing
to fly

Life would
make sense.




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words

I like words

words that aren’t spoken
words that aren’t heard
words that can’t hurt

written words

ordered proper words that make sense to me


I love “making” them.

 

[flying dreams]

spoken words

words

I like words

words that aren’t spoken
words that aren’t heard
words that can’t hurt

written words

ordered proper words that make sense to me


I love “making” them.

Written words for you
to make
to read
to protect
to have
to feel
to own
to know that they exist

Written words for you
but spoken words for me
dancing lightly
on a melody
unrechable
uncatchable
one second they come
next second they're gone
like sound and smoke
as names used to be
not important to the world
but so much more to me

Written words for you
spoken words for me
you'll lock them in a box
I'll lock them in my heart
where they can't be stolen
can't be taken from me
where they can reach me anytime
will sing for me
will lighten my thoughts
with hope and love
will dry my tears
- spoken words for me
to remember
to own as a remedy
when butterflies arise in winter
they may fly away
but they'll come back to me

Spoken words for me
they live in my heart
they're mine
for this moment
and throughout my life...

 

[flying dreams]

dying hope

life
has lived to die
and tears
have fallen down
for you to cry
happiness
is asking for you
and calling

but how should you come
when you're falling?

 

[flying dreams]

flying

Feel
The wind in your face.
Feel free.
It’s you,
Who’s flying up there,
Just you
In this unbelievable blue.
Just a few birds
Are there, too.
Feel free.
Hear the wind,
his unspoken words…

Feel free.

 

[flying dreams]

remember

there was one strange time
when I tried to remember
what it was like to live

I knew that I must have lived
sometime
somewhen
but it was
so far away in the past
too long
I had been dead

forgotten was happiness
forgotten love
forgotten mourn
and hate
and laughter and tears
I just couldn't remember

but strange
that I could feel some warmth
maybe it was the sun
that melted snow
and I tried to remember
what spring was like

somehow
I was sure that it had existed
sometime
somewhen
in times of warmth
when I had lived

what life had been like
how should I know?
I guess I have forgotten
lying deep beneath the snow

 

[flying dreams]

my dear dreams

I remembered my dreams
every night in my sleep
and I catched them each
when the night was deep

I put them all
on my secret shelf
in orderly rows
for only myself

one night I layed thinking
and calm on my bed
my dreams were just silent
you could think they were dead

then - few feets away
some words could be heard
it was the fly talking softly
to the red-dreaming bird

soon all dreams were talking
not thinking of me
but thinking of places
they wanted to see

a stumble, a whisper
who is it? who cries?
I got up and I looked
in big blue eyes

they were believing and true
and full of hope
for water and sun
for a mountain's slope

I touched my dreams softly
with trembling hand
for I didn't need
time to understand

and my dreams - they escaped
far into the night
they were silent and naked

they followed the light

 

[flying dreams]

Fog

Silence
sleeping people
no one to hear
the wind blowed
mistflowerflying cloudy sheeps
over roofs and trees
he had to milk some clouds
on the way to icy colds
and lost some water
it dropped on my nose

 

[flying dreams]

being you, being me

have you ever laughed
have you ever cried
have you ever loved
have you ever sighed
have you ever seen
have you ever been
what you wished to be?

have you ever ever dropped
the silent mask that hides you thoughts
have you ever tried to be
what you wished to be?

are your dreams so far away
are your hopes so buried deep
that you never wanted to admit
that you have never thought to be
what you wished to be?

is it just not wishable
or
is it just too difficult
is it just too terrible
that you'll never ever be
what you wished to be?

Just be.

 

[flying dreams]

knowing

throw
a stone from the shore
into the see
watch the circles
among the waves
watch the stone falling
diving
into blackness of waters

follow
follow the stone
follow yourself
dive
dive deep
dive into water
into yourself
are you afraid?

are you afraid
to be unknowing
not knowing
your deepest thoughts?

 

[flying dreams]

learning life

somehow
life has found me
and somehow
I have learned to live
I have learned to stand up
and tell my thoughts
I have learned to be me
to know my dreams
and dream my hopes
I guess
that I have learned to live

but the hardest thing I've ever had to learn
was learning to forgive