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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 13 2007, 08:40 AM
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Антихрист Група: Metal World Conclave Коментари: 3615 Регистриран: 13-March 06 Град: София Потребител N: 1211 |
Тук и аз ще пусна нещо: това е едно мое текстче, което вече е почти направено на песен. моля бъдете снизходителни ако има граматически и смислови грешки
World Beyond Within Can this be true, I am a prisoner of myself Am I a pawn In my own hands A puppet without strings but never free Smiling just to hide the tears My mind is wrapped in the web of fears My soul lost between the two sides The voices I hear every time I close my eyes And the reality I face when I am awake The voice: C’mon set me free…..let me out C’mon I know… you need me now I know You want me free…….. Every day I’m impatient waiting for the end Waiting for the sunset to end this day Another word of anger written by my hand Another game played by my mind Hopes just crush, salvation seems so far away Whispers around me telling me the truth For things I don’t remember but I have done Strange feeling that I’m someone else *Chorus* There is a peace within, until the hell break loose There is a dream you seek when you close your eyes There is a word in there where you’ll enjoy your sadness Where you hide your tears until they bring you madness Looking in the mirror ,every time I see you Through the silver glass you’re watching me Laughing and Screaming at me, with my own voice A voice witch is really inside my head … some times i feel that im out of myself Some times i feel that im locked so deep inside Mother why didnt you tell me that im sick Father why didnt you tell me that I am freak The voice: C,mon child ...do it...I know you hear me c'mon ...look back ..I know you are running Is this the first time you’ve killed (cryed) Sometimes I wake up and im still confused The voice is gone but I am still afraid Keeping the guilt inside my soul |
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