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a new horrizon |
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geschrieben am: 25.11.2000 um 04:29 Uhr
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Hoist the anchor,
set the sails.
IŽll not return
if all fails.
IŽve had enough,
need some air.
Time to get
away from here.
Float out across
the deep blue sea.
A new life again,
just for me.
Though the waves
will make me sick;
ItŽs this course
to which IŽll stick.
Left my belongings behind;
They meant nothing!
IŽve got my memories,
thatŽs worth something.
IŽm not running away;
IŽm just leaving behind:
these unpleasent thoughts
clogging up my mind
Perhaps on a day,
when the sea is still,
IŽll find a new haven;
I know I will.
A place thatŽs cozy,
nice and warm.
A simple shelter
from the storm.
Thoughts then clear
of all decisions.
Looking forward to:
A New Horrizon.
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geschrieben am: 26.11.2000 um 14:32 Uhr
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Hmmm... schön, da kriegt man richtig Fernweh - besonders, wenn man eh schon alles hinschmeißen und wegrennen möchte.
Hast du das selber geschrieben? Wenn ja, dann zieh ich schon mal meinen nicht vorhandenen Hut vor dir.
Gruß,
xxx
N.
PS: Die Zeile "I'm not running away, I'm just leaving behind" erinnert mich an Green Day: "I'm not growing up, I'm just burning out"... |
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geschrieben am: 26.11.2000 um 17:40 Uhr
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Yes, these words are from my feather. I find my poems are too short, not enough deepness/meaning.. I wrote it up in about 15 min. I f I were to take my time, I could probably do better (And still find it crap)
More wise words:
Breaking Point - Eric Clapton
Well I just donŽt get it.
CanŽt make the pieces fit.
I might just aswell forget it,
But my heart wonŽt quit.
You say itŽs only a part of love,
ThatŽs right.
But I get a little worried sometimes,
When I start to lose.
Tired of holding it together,
When I know IŽm gonna blow another fuse.
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