Why are Du so blind?
Why can't Du see?
Just take a moment to look past the Reflection and into the mirror into my eyes.
I hear Du laugh and sneer when I approach and when I walk away Du spare no glance.
Why must Du laugh?
Why don't Du care?
I know Du see the scars
I know Du don't care
Why don't Du care?
Why can't Du see how much Du mean too me?
This is it I am done
I walk away
no longer afraid
Why didn't I look behind?
Why could I not see your Tear stricken face?
~
Why should I care?
Why can't Du see?
Just take a moment to look past the Reflection and into the mirror into my eyes.
I hear Du laugh and sneer when I approach and when I walk away Du spare no glance.
Why must Du laugh?
Why don't Du care?
I know Du see the scars
I know Du don't care
Why don't Du care?
Why can't Du see how much Du mean too me?
This is it I am done
I walk away
no longer afraid
Why didn't I look behind?
Why could I not see your Tear stricken face?
~
Why should I care?
Take a breath,
Then shout,
In just that Sekunde a war could break out.
Peace to war,
Good to evil,
A trator rises,
and Good is divided.
For some Du must watch,
Some Du must trust,
And for some Du can't do anything at all.
This is the final Stunde for man to dwell,
The last chance for humankind,
The final minutes,
Then seconds.
One word means a lot,
Between friendship and enemies,
Liebe and hate,
Promises broken and kept.
The final Stunde matters most in the end.
Friends and enemies make up,
Families hold on to each other,
Never wanting for that last breath to leave,
And the timer goes off.
And the world is Lost forever.
Then shout,
In just that Sekunde a war could break out.
Peace to war,
Good to evil,
A trator rises,
and Good is divided.
For some Du must watch,
Some Du must trust,
And for some Du can't do anything at all.
This is the final Stunde for man to dwell,
The last chance for humankind,
The final minutes,
Then seconds.
One word means a lot,
Between friendship and enemies,
Liebe and hate,
Promises broken and kept.
The final Stunde matters most in the end.
Friends and enemies make up,
Families hold on to each other,
Never wanting for that last breath to leave,
And the timer goes off.
And the world is Lost forever.
Man owes his native land,
Where he got his birth and breath,
He owes to the golden sand,
That gave a home, to live to death.
Land that bore his young body,
And brought up little soul,
Like a smith,who shapes a stone,
To shape its fate on whole.
Land where he read and wrote,
Where seeds of deeds,he sowed,
Land that gave him,name and fame,
And showed him the success road.
Now when he's got his way,
Must not forget he's to pay,
To love, to cherish native land,
That loved him,blessed him with pray.
He must work what's for good,
To fight for right, must not shy,
He must do what he learnt in book,
To take his land,to height of sky.
Where he got his birth and breath,
He owes to the golden sand,
That gave a home, to live to death.
Land that bore his young body,
And brought up little soul,
Like a smith,who shapes a stone,
To shape its fate on whole.
Land where he read and wrote,
Where seeds of deeds,he sowed,
Land that gave him,name and fame,
And showed him the success road.
Now when he's got his way,
Must not forget he's to pay,
To love, to cherish native land,
That loved him,blessed him with pray.
He must work what's for good,
To fight for right, must not shy,
He must do what he learnt in book,
To take his land,to height of sky.
I come Home and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My Friends dont understand!
I come Home again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my herz like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my Friends lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My Friends dont understand!
I come Home again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my herz like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my Friends lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
First, I will get 12 players.
They will write a free verse poem in the articles.
Then, my special sponsers (judges)
*There will b 5* will read them and choose 4 people 2 compete aginst each other.
I will put a Forum called: The Game of Poems ~ Week 1.
In the Forum I will put a pic that u hav 2 base ur poem on.
The judges will choose 2 people from the 4 competitors. Finally, those 2 will write a poem about a different pic I put in the forum.
The "special sponsers" (judges) will choose who wins the whole game.
AFTER ALL OF THIS ABOVE WE WILL DO ANOTHER GAME. PLAYERS IN THE BEFORE GAMES CAN PLAY AGAIN TO SEE IF THEY HAVE LEARNED SOME NEW "poem tricks" THEY COULD TRY OUT.
U may also post pictures! :) If u have any Fragen please ask!
Don't forget 2 answer my question! Whach of these pics look Mehr descriptive? Don't foret!
They will write a free verse poem in the articles.
Then, my special sponsers (judges)
*There will b 5* will read them and choose 4 people 2 compete aginst each other.
I will put a Forum called: The Game of Poems ~ Week 1.
In the Forum I will put a pic that u hav 2 base ur poem on.
The judges will choose 2 people from the 4 competitors. Finally, those 2 will write a poem about a different pic I put in the forum.
The "special sponsers" (judges) will choose who wins the whole game.
AFTER ALL OF THIS ABOVE WE WILL DO ANOTHER GAME. PLAYERS IN THE BEFORE GAMES CAN PLAY AGAIN TO SEE IF THEY HAVE LEARNED SOME NEW "poem tricks" THEY COULD TRY OUT.
U may also post pictures! :) If u have any Fragen please ask!
Don't forget 2 answer my question! Whach of these pics look Mehr descriptive? Don't foret!
