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Лично Литературно Творчество, Какво пишете? |
Jan 20 2005, 07:45 AM
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Бесен тийн, какъвто отдавна не трябва да е Група: Потребители Коментари: 3402 Регистриран: 29-October 03 Потребител N: 317 |
Значи темата е за личното творчество, било то проза, лирика или всякакви подобни.
Тук ще намерите част от моите писания. Има стихотворения и започнатата ми книга. Имайте предвид, че повечето неща са на Английски език. Папката Кристиан съдържа неща на един съученик, не мои. Кажете ако нещо ви е изкефило и давайте своите. -------------------- "Hayley, take this piercing off your nose! Your face must be metal-free, just like every good radiostation! Stan Smith
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Mar 11 2007, 10:09 PM
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Бесен тийн, какъвто отдавна не трябва да е Група: Потребители Коментари: 3402 Регистриран: 29-October 03 Потребител N: 317 |
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Away I walk But still remains enshrined My soul, By you and only never Can I leave this wretched place. I know it’s dark A kind of gray delusion haunts But still You hold the reins together And I crave this wretched place. Astray I gaze From facts I never will admit But still These images are all I have When picturing this wretched place. When? I ask, When will time postpone for me? But still You claim it’s all the same in here Countless hours in this wretched place. I never want I’m all contented to bestow But who Will make bestowing thoughtful In your grayish wretched place? ******************************** Unspoken Once I have forgotten All these rays ahead By nothing shall I be forsaken And I shall dye instead In red and black and ochre The hues of Fall The days of pose You should leave yourself Unspoken And leave this failing cause Eyes of youth have now betaken Over you, a taste of madness You see, You’re fool You speak of sadness You feel a little bad, forsaken A clime of dirt, of grime Is all around these days And I admit it’s all your grace That’s now for you so hard to rhyme A sort of weak, crestfallen A sort of tary for this time Tears shed away you climb The slope of hope alone Alone in here I observe You and your perfection Our years so few Our hearts-a little older Than our time The lime So cold Unable to unfold Unable to unwind We wait for dusk to come Again for some Unspoken… -------------------- "Hayley, take this piercing off your nose! Your face must be metal-free, just like every good radiostation! Stan Smith
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