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Verejná debata => Poézia => Topic started by: Ramgad on September 23, 2007, 09:53:10 pm
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Mňa by zaujímalo, že čo vás vedie k tomu písať po anglicky? Akože niežeby som bola zásadne proti, len mi to príde také divné, keď Slovák píše anglicky alebo inak. Že načo, keď môže slovensky?
*I have edited the name of this board to make it understandable also for foreign visitors. Thank you for your understanding.* Eruantalon
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počítačové hry a snaha potrénovať angličtinu na "nóblhóch" (NIE pratchettovsky!) úrovni
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Popravde pisem v anglictine hlavne basne, a tych mam anglickych asi polovicu. Anglictina ako jazyk ma uplne ine tvorby viet, napr vecsina slov je jednoslabicna a tak sa da dostiahnut uplne ina melodia versu. Dokonca som taky manik ze vlastne basne strasne rada prekladam, cize maju obe verzie.
A okrem toho... niekedy je pre mna lahsie vyjadrit sa v anglictine.
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Jaj to som sa už aj ja pristihla (po týždni intenzívneho pozerania Angela v angličtine, že mame odsekávam "fakof" a nie "pál do****"). Halus :D
Eru> čo s tým majú počítačové hry? :o
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no pekne sa správaš k rodičom...
a ad hry:
"I can see what you see not
visions milky then eyes rot.
when you turn, they will be gone
whispering their hidden song.
then you see what cannot be
shadows move where light should be
out of darkness out of mind
cast down into the halls of the blind"
je to z Diabla. pamätám si to dodnes a ešte furt ma to celkom berie. myslíš že by to nebol motív napísať niečo podobné?
alebo staré známe otrepané
"three rings...". tiež motivácia na písanie po anglicky ;-)
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Popravde pisem v anglictine hlavne basne, a tych mam anglickych asi polovicu. Anglictina ako jazyk ma uplne ine tvorby viet, napr vecsina slov je jednoslabicna a tak sa da dostiahnut uplne ina melodia versu. Dokonca som taky manik ze vlastne basne strasne rada prekladam, cize maju obe verzie.
A okrem toho... niekedy je pre mna lahsie vyjadrit sa v anglictine.
Presne toto iste aj mna vedie k pisaniu po anglicky a aj to, ze si chcem potrenovat anglictinu a chcem vyskusat, aky som dobry z tohto jazyka. V anglictine je naozaj vela slov jednoslabicnych, takze je to vhodne hlavne na pisanie basni o bojoch a podobne, kedze sa tam da vytvorit rychly sled a melodia a v kratkych versoch. Potom su to rychle basne, co je celkom zaujimave. Mozete posudit sami:
300- Battle of Hot gates
Fear is black,
Courage red,
Fight awaits,
Rasie your head.
Arise Spartans,
To the death!
Hot gates will be
Bloody red.
Hold the Persians,
Pull them back!
They are coming-
Now attack!
Persians fall by hundreds,
we´re still & cold,
Persians soon will shake in fear,
As one has told...
Fear is black,
Courage red,
Fight with your heart,
But use your head.
Rise your spear,
Rise your shield,
No one from us
Will here yield.
Defend from left,
Attack right,
Knock them with shield
And them smite.
But betray will end this all,
Betray will crush our goal.
We´re surrounded by the foes,
To the death our army goes.
We have fallen to the last,
But we´ll not fall to the past.
Go pilgrim and tell the Lacens,
That we lie here as law rules.
Komu sa paci, tak dufam, ze dorazila k Lokimu a bude v Athelas-e :)
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Je pekna a myslim ze velmi presne vystihla to co sme sa Ramgad pokusali vysvetlit, udernost anglickych slov... a vystihuje aj temu.
Kvalita basne je trosku kolisava. Zaciatkom velmi pekne drzis rytmus, len niekde to uz nefunguje. Tak si na to mozno treba dat pozor. Ale je to len mala chybicka krasy... :)
okrem toho (fu, ze to pisem, a pritom sama to neznaasam:D ) mozno keby si to trochu skratil, vyznelo by to lepsie. but who knows.
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A viete co... tak sa pridam. Ale tato je inspirovana trochu inym pribehom.
anglicka..a jedna z mala, v ktorej dodrziavam mnou pred chvilou zdrbavany rytmus.
And all the needles, all the knifes
Accompanying each of your smiles
And your whisper to my ear
Your touch, your arms holding me near
The music of your wedding night
Soon the sun’ll be shining bright
And the sea foam scares me now
My grave, my doom, my lullaby
And all my dreams drown in the end
Sharpest dagger in my hand
It will pierce the traitor's heart
In wedding bed, you and your bride
Bring me hope, bring back my life
One swift cut, drop of your blood
And all the tears stay on my face
As I throw it into waves
Sea foam turns to scarlet red
My fate takes me by the hand
My tears falling down your cheeks
Immortality left for me...
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Split to úplne nového fóra. Hádam nevadí, že to teraz vidí trošku viac ľudí, nielen potenciálni a členovia :)
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Nevadi. Vlastne som vas k tomu chcela vyprovokovat ;)
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Jeej, dakujem za kompliment :blush:. V otazke rytmu sa snazim byt pozorny, no niekedy proste nevyda na to, co chcem napisat.
BTW, ked uz sme pri tom, aj ta tvoja basnicka je pekna a pokial som spravne pochopil, je inspirovana Malou morskou vilou? Lebo iste pasaze sa mi zdali ako vystrihnute z nej :) ;). Moc pekna, taka romanticko-tragicka.
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Dakujem :)
a samozrejme si to pochopil spravne ;) v poslednej dobe ma ta tema zacala strasne fascinovat. Sak ta rozpravka, to je tazka ironia... na vsetky sny...
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Loth este taka mala poznamka mali by ti sediet aj slabiky vo versoch na pocitanie.
Ja vascinou preferujem styl volny ale mam dost basni ktore su rytmicke.
Treba si davat pozor ked uz sa robi 4 versie malo by to byt bud
a,b,b,a alebo a,b,a,b alebo a, a, b,b
a tu behold one of my musings. It is not so good but its new one:
The Tempest
by Melian
Life is so hard
Different angles
Of your suspicious mind
Making me tremble
In many a way
You are describing world
Wooing your breath to stay
In my fluttering soul
I dare not to pray
I have no words
Will we meet someday?
Hopping against hope
That our roads will meet
Running the same path
My heart will quickly beat
When I will meet you in the bar
I sit in the corner there
Watching you enter
Maybe you will look and stare
I will be delightfully tender
In the dim candle lights
Wine will be so sweet
I will not pray to saints
There is no point to meet
As we will dance
The music softly plays
I will maybe fall from grace
Through the upcoming days
Unless you will whisper stay and I will trust you.
prosim kritiku. Toto je 3 verzia uz po 2 tyzdnovych upravach :)
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pozri sa na pohar, co si dostala na narodeniny. vybrane slova po B. vidis tam niekde "slabYka"?
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Ja vascinou preferujem styl volny ale mam dost basni ktore su rytmicke.
Treba si davat pozor ked uz sa robi 4 versie malo by to byt bud
a,b,b,a alebo a,b,a,b alebo a, a, b,b
preco? zaujimave rymy sa daju vytvorit aj inak, od obycajneho abcb az po rymy medzi versami... nieco na styl abac dbdc .. ak je to pochopitelne :)
a co sa rytmu tyka, hej pocet slabik by mal minimalne sediet v tom zmysle, ze ja sice dodrziavam 4 znele v jednom versi, ale raz zacinam znelou, raz neznelou... eh :D nebudem pocitat slabiky na ukor obsahu ;)
no a k basni. paci sa mi, ale citala som uz od teba aj lepsie. kazdopadne si trufnem povedat ze pri takej basni ibe viac o obsah ako o formu... aspon z nej mam taky dojem :)
ja sa napr basnami doslova "vypisujem" z pocitov a v tom pripade ich malokedy opravujem, stavaju sa niekedy takmer az dennikom. z toho dovodu ich nezverejnujem :)
however,
I dare not to pray
I have no words
Will we meet someday?
Hopping against hope
je to hoping? ale velmi sa mi to paci, ta basen ma svoje momenty...
a ta posledna veta je krasna - mas talent povedat poslednou vetou basne strasne vela ;)
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Dakujem :)
a samozrejme si to pochopil spravne ;) v poslednej dobe ma ta tema zacala strasne fascinovat. Sak ta rozpravka, to je tazka ironia... na vsetky sny...
Mna zase v poslednej dobe (a nielen v poslednej dobe, no teraz je to akosi este viac) zaujalo pisanie basni o drakoch a podobnych tvoroch a zda sa mi, ze chytam zapal basnickeho creva, tak toho asi zo mna vypadne viac, ale kedze v basniach, casto pouzivam draka ako svoju projekciu, tak ich nezverejnujem, su totiz nebezpecne vernym zivotopisom pre toho, kto ma pozna a dokaze to vylozit, pre nezainteresovaneho som zvolil radsej mytologicku podobu. :) Takze kedze toto vsetko uz viete, tym padom vas to vylucuje z okruhu nezainteresovanych :D. Ale urcite sa urodi aj nieco, co nebude autobiograficke, takze potom sa dockate. Medzitym...
Óda na adminov a módov (panprstenov.com :D no je pouzitelna zrejme na kazde forum).
Riders come to forum,
they carry the right,
so if you want to make a trouble,
stay out of treir sight.
But why are they here,
no, no, let me guess,
they are an offtopic shield,
and antispamers, yes!
They are fighting on their own,
long hard way out of the hell,
decorated with no crown,
they can do it, yes, they shall!
Carying to this long hard war,
their own heavy weapons,
fighting for an rising star,
as ancient dragons.
So, if you make an offtopic,
and spam as well,
stay out of their view,
or go straight to hell.
Admins & mods- SEMPER FI
Moj prvy pokus o napisanie basnicky po anglicky, pri ktorom sa mi to zapacilo. :D
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:rofl: :thumbsup: hezkyyyy
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Dakujem :-[ . Vies ako, treba aj tych ohodnotit ked uz to tak poctivo flakaju, nech ich aspon nieco zenie k vykonu :D (teda aj mna potom :whistle: :blush: :angel2:)
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tak a teraz poviem jeden velmi podivny a podla niekoho mozno obmedzeny, ale moj nazor
myslim si, ze clovek, ktory nevie napisat aspon priemernu basen vo svojom rodnom jazyku, v zivote nenapise dobru basen v jazyku cudzom.
a tymto vyrokom nijak nehodnotim tu publikovane basne. len vyjadrujem svoj nazor na tvorbu v cudzich jazykoch
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My piseme aj po slovensky samozrejme, ale vacsinu mojich basni nemozem publikovat, lebo su moc osobne, ale mam aj take, ktore by sa dali. Vidim to na druhu temu o basniach ... :D :ring:
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Definuj dobru basen. Moze byt, ze sa mi podari napist dobru basen raz za zivot, a bude v anglictine, pretoze som sa vypisovala cely zivot v slovencine a postupne presla do anglictiny.
Moj pripad to nie je, ja pisem asi tak v 4roch jazykoch :P
Skor by som to uz zhrnula, ze clovek, ktory nevie napisat aspon priemernu basen, tak ma uplne jedno v akom jazyku.
ale poezia je strasne, strasne subjektivna... a krehka... a neda sa podla mna urcit, ci niekto "vie" alebo "nevie" pisat dobre, pretoze niekedy sa to skratka podari a niekedy nie...
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Ono myslim, ze dobre pise ten, kto pise od srdca a kto sa trafi do vkusu co najvacsieho poctu ludi. Kazdemu sa paci nieco ine sice, ale da sa to. A komu sa nepaci styl ako pisem, nech si to necha pre seba, alebo ako povedal kedysi klasik :gandalf:: ,,Komu se to nelibi, at mi klobouk polibi."
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A pri niektorych basnach, ktore su naozaj osobne, je mi tak tridsat, ako by ich ohodnotil nejaky profik, pretoze pre mna su jedinecne.
Mno, dost bolo pokecu. Nieco pridavam. Je to sice jedna z kategorie osobnych, ale je to zaroven straaasne nepochopitelne :) a aj tak som ju uz zverejnila :) mne sa na nej paci ta posledna sloha.
Posted on: September 29, 2007, 09:09:05 PM
Find me the heaven I’ve been so long looking for
Show me the unknown beauties of this world
No there’s no other there’s nowhere to go
Just tell me everything not saying a word
Kill me
Free me
Save me
Forget me
The voice of pain will open my eyes
The shiver I feel inside when I lie
Listen to darkness how dearly it cries
Light up the emotion and then let it die
Kiss me
Free me
Save me
Forget me
Devil desires rule my bleeding soul
Endless patterns of single yes and no
Sneaking memories about heart’s little role
Say anything say lies say it isn’t so
Kiss me
Fire me
Save me
Forget me
Unbelievable how slowly passed one day
Accept my fall with an angelic grace
Choose the side and never start to play
Hold me tight and take me out of time and space
Kiss me
Fire me
Sate me
Forget me
Erasing all the crimes and sins of past
They said it won’t hurt but help me it does
Wish for a night of love that would last
Hell knows what made you give me your trust
Tears wet my eyes when I think of us
Kill me
Free me
Save me
Forgive me
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Nooo, Loth, netvrdil by som ze je to nejako extremne nezrozumitelne, hovori to pomerne dost (teda aspon mne to povedalo a co mi to povedalo, do toho nikoho nic). Moc pekna basnicka, depresivna, no o to krajsia.
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speaking of experiments. ospravedlnujem sa za dlzku. som...celkom zvedava, co mi na nu poviete :-[
Farewell to dreams
The end.
...empty.
The waves are flowing over my body,
Examining every inch of my skin
And leaving glittering drops.
Their coldness doesn’t touch me at all.
Sunshine burns,
My scars are getting dry.
Resignation
After all the passion and fire
The storm of your eyes and my memories
The painful desire
Of basic instincts
The hunter and the prey –
I…surrender.
I don’t have the strength.
Not anymore.
Misery / Circle
I’ve put so much effort into repressing the feelings
That have been a mirror of love
I wish I could drown you in the sea of tears
That I’ve cried for you
And walk around clad in dress made of your skin
Winning over you at last.
But I know that if I satisfied
My hunger for your pain
Then all the others would deserve their own revenge
Sworn on me.
Endless game…
Silence
The music of water fades away
Remembrance
Of simple presence
Eternity locked in one repeating day.
Numb
Lost
Blind
Alone.
Haunted…
Until the silent echo of my dreams
Finally disappears.
Wakening
The end.
Although I know
It ended nights ago.
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A teraz ja zase nieco smutne :(
vacsinou sa snazim pisat zo zivota... takze vsetky moje basne su v jednom alebo druhom smere osobne.
Why is it
by Melian
Why is it? Why is it I feel so down?
Desperate, wondering
Feeling sadly alone.
I want to feel warmer now
I don’t want to be sad
I want to take care and think
Everything will be great
Why is it? Why is it my heart so breaks?
I am here lonely now
Fearing the next day
I want to be held
Warm arms around me
Whispering of lover’s breath
Soothing lovingly
Why is it? Why is it that I broke these bonds?
Which held him and me?
Together for these several months.
The time was so bitter sweet
Everything changed.
I do not want to be trampled
By his little games.
So why is it that I cannot really breathe?
These games of love, torturing me
And letting me without sleep.
Because there are always two who bear the guilt of love.
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I adore the way you end your poems.
And I would not dare to comment a poem like this from the so-called artistic point of view...
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So Loth I dont know if I should take the second sentence as a compliment or not :D
But thank you.
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It's always safer to take things as compliments ;)
but yes it was meant that way.
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All right, this is the first poem in English I have finished, I usually write in Slovak.
Unrequited
I'm walking down the path of anguish
The path of unrequited love
My heart's been broken, crushed and stamped on
And no one's going to put it right
I desired your recognition
For you to see me as a woman
A woman hoping to find love
And have the pleasure of your touch
Now all of my wishes unfullfilled
Are lying trampled in the dust
Splash of my tears is the only sound
That pervades corners of my soul
The soul is battered
Lost its battle
Locked itself in a dank, dark cage
With heart as its fellow prisoner
I used to have a resolve once
Resolve to speak, to speak my mind
To tell you the truth of what's in my heart
But time has passed and it didn't last
Love tastes bitter on my tongue
Only empty words spilling out
I cannot trust you with myself
Craven is who I truly am
"Love me, please," I want to beg
"How have you been?" I say instead
A fleeting smile for any friend
Is given and then taken back
Behind the mask of friend I hurt
Behind my eyes the love is cruel
Behind my words the promise broken
Unrequited love is never spoken
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My muse suddenly decided she likes English for poems, after all. Who am I to argue?
I am
I am the unreal dream
I am the eigth deadly sin
I am nightmare of the day
I am lonely heart hunter
I am what you desire most
I am yours, just pay the cost
I am a thief of the souls
I am here, to you I'm close
I am silence in the night
I am doing what is right
I am hope reincarnated
I am punishment expected
I am angel heaven sent
I am devil repentent
I am all you'll ever have
I am here for you to save
I am speaking empty words
I am coward on the loose
I am still the girl in waiting
I am essence of the hunting
I am virtue personified
I am goddes in a disguise
I am source of eternity
I am lost in insanity
I am me and I am you
I am mine and I am yours
I am all and I am nothing
I am asleep in my coffin
I am buried with my dreams
I am caught without release
I am gone and quite insane
I am asking: Who I am?
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Swan
This is my last song before death
To stop my blood it is too late
The life is running away fast
I never thought this love would last
The hope falls down with burning wings
The life used to be free of sins
Then heart turned traitor to the mind
And peace of soul was hard to find
Yet, what wise men of past had said
Seemed to be truth I now accept
'Tis better to love and to lose
Than never feel a thing for you
Beautiful melody I sing
A requiem I am composing
Mourning for myself, love and life
I promise to let go and die
My time was used, short as it was
My love was used, my greatest loss
My life was used, to amuse all
My heart beat slow, hear the bell toll
For even though this magnificent bird sings the most beautifully as she dies, the fact remains she dies alone...
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its... beautiful....
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thank you... :-[
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Am I the only one keeping this thread alive?
Lilith
After the Genesis was done
And Eden opened to Adam
The Devil came with temptation
The sinful woman was then born
Lilith her name, flower from Hell
Her desire? Be equal to man
So God intervened, changed the fate
Submissive Eva took her place
"Whom I once loved, I deeply hate
I shall take revenge, I won't wait
My children, progeny of Hell
Shall taint yours, I will teach them well."
Since then the demons beside us
Walk silently on broken glass
Waiting for stumble in the steps
And to leave everyone soulless
And sometimes little girl is born
Bearing the mark of beast with horn
Her heart is black and soul is lost
Be Lilith's child is worth the cost
Mother of Monsters, haunt my sleep
You are coming from abyss deep
You are my queen, I am your daughter
I will enjoy the wholesome slaughter.
And so fullfilling my spiritual mother's revenge upon the mankind becomes my greatest desire even as my body and mind are consumed by the flames of Hell from which I were born.
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God damn it, this last one is really good dear :)
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No, tuto som si precitala a doslova nemala slova :)
to aby som opet niecim prispela. ale pri tebe, mirime, je to tazko. a hlavne uz mam spet harddisk so vsetkymi mojimi vecami tak konecne nemam abstaky.
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Thank you very much, both of you... ;D
A Loth, napis nieco, chcem si to precitat...
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Here you go then :)
little thing for Mose
Stars burn suspiciously bright tonight
Haunted soul tears my world apart
Allowed to speak too afraid to shout
Dreams luring to find forbidden love
Overwhelming despair in his might
Whispered prayers weren’t enough
Frozen wish for one more night
Answer is lost; everything is done
Like the snowflakes all the light is gone
Life is forever gone…
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no ja mam taku trosku avantgarnu a vobecnie rymujucu sa:
Decadent
Who wants to be?
Let's move to another world
Decadent - tis i crave
Food and Drink and Love
Yes, mostly everything I will have
What I desire, I will get
Decadent
such a word so sweet
Lick my lipstic from my mouth
Its decadently pink
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ten zaver je fasa :D
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There is no silence
In world without sound
No point in freedom
If there are no bars
No need for wings
When there's nothing that bounds
No solitude
When there's noone around.
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Please ladies and gentlemen, from now write here only in English. We are trying to make this board visible (and usable of course) also for our foreign friends.
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OK, I see no problem in it. Is there someone who do?
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If there was, we can anytime help with translation or correction :)
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Well, not really poems but more stories in the shape of song lyrics; still they might entertain someone here:
If someone wants to hear them in music too: http://www.myspace.com/velamen
(Velamen is the synth pop/gothic project of the Forodrim members Asmodean and Celegorm)
Good night tale (music: Asmodean and Celegorm text: Celegorm)
I’ll write you a song with my mark upon
I’ll send you a good night story
I will summon my friends where the daylight ends
To send you to bed tonight
Whatever you hear, whatever you see
You won’t believe your senses
Whatever you say and whatever you do
You won’t believe a word is true
But tonight when you are dreaming
My words could come alive
And should you wake yourself up screaming
I’ll take you on a ride
When the moon is pale
In a good night tale
Small feet on the bedroom floor
Will sharpen your senses
Small hands on a wooden door
Will knock you awake tonight
But tonight when you are sleeping
My words could come alive
And should you wake yourself up weeping
You know you’re on a ride
When the moon is pale
In my good night tale
No need to be scared by the noises heard
It’s just my imagination
And the hands you feel are in fact unreal
It’s just a midnight tale
Whatever you hear, whatever you see
You shouldn’t believe your senses
Whatever you think and whatever you do
Not a word I say is true
But tonight when you are waiting
For my words to come alive
Just remember I’m creating
Everything inside
When the moon is pale
In my good night tale
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forgive us for som rows in German...
CLEANERS (Music: Asmodean & Celegorm Words: Celegorm)
They keep me in an empty room
Where I can never see the sun
They feed me with voices
But never tell me what I’ve done
Ich war schon lange bei Dir
Du hörst mich doch?
Ich flüstere Dir die Wahrheit
Du hörst mich sicher immer noch
And so they pass a bottle unto me
Cleaning me inside
They try to rid me of my history
But I will abide
I think I’ve always been in here
Imprisonment without a trial
But if I close my eyes I see
The picture of a mothers smile
Ich helfe Dir Steine heben
Aus dem Brunnen der Vergangenheit
Ein neues sauberes Leben
Beginnen wir nun zu zweit
And so they pass a bottle unto me
Cleaning me inside
Make me a cogwheel in their industry
But I will abide
And now while I was sleeping
They put some wires in my head
To quell the last resistance
To keep me chained unto my bed
They’ll feed me their poison
As long as I still am sane
And should I ever wake up
They’ll put me back to sleep again
And so they pass the bottle unto me
Cleaning me inside
And with no traces of a history
No one can abide
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Wow... I heard it whole and its beautifull really. The one I enjoyed most is the good night tale... *chills running down my back* Lets see... post more :)
and dont worry about the German ... I understood all :)
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OK Melian ... you asked for it :P
The other two songs on the myspace-page, then...
this one is about chess, castles and an old terrible relationship of mine :)
LEAVING THE GHOSTS BEHIND (music: Asmodean and Celegorm, words: Celegorm)
In the hallway there is a table
My life is mirrored black and white
I don’t know whether I’ve been able
To move the pieces into the light
I came to an angel
I’ll be leaving a ghost
This iron castle is dark inside
I know that it made me blind
It has taken me some time
To leave the ghosts behind
But lately I have grown stronger
And my life is only mine
I won’t stay here any longer
I’ll leave the ghosts behind
I move my knight in a new direction
A manoeuvre you have never seen
I am no bishop of perfection
But now threat the silver queen
And in the hallway there is water,
And the water covers your floor
And I’ll be gone with the water
As soon as you open your door
I lost the game here every evening
In the mirror I saw a fool
But to win a game is easy
If you’re the one who sets the rules
I throw back the table and raise my arms
Clear my throat and loose my tie
If for once you will listen
I bid you a last goodbye
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Ustura (Music: Celegorm & Asmodean; words: Celegorm)
Give an hour to behold the canvas
Feel the surface against your hand
Breathing in the oil and incense
Taking off to a foreign land
Hiding in yourself a while
Drawn into the pictures lines
See the walls of the museum
Disappear like drifting sand
And these symbols seem familiar
Haven‘t you heard these words before?
And something inside of you is calling
A hunger beckoning for more
Old lost stories from distant ages
Gushing up from an ancient jar
Close your eyes to find yourself
Heading for the morning star
Hear a distant cracking sound
Almost like a whispered phrase
Then the cold museum floor
Draws you back to where you are
Comment: "Ustura" means "story" in arabic - at least we were told so...
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Yeah, they're really good :thumbsup: great voice.
Actually I like the Cleaners more, even with the German, but the lyrics of Good Night Tale are better :)
Now let's hear the other two :D
Okaay... so it's gettin better and better.... Leaving the ghosts behind is amazing :bow:
And Ustura too. I like the beginning very much, and the atmosphere, though it continues in rather... whats the proper word... repeating way, that it's a little all the same.
Damn, you're good :)
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thank you!
There are more songs but we will see when we will put them up on myspace... I will post here then :)
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Looking forward ;)
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Oh damn you... you are wonderfull... I want to be that good
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Hello everyone, I wrote two poems this time, so enjoy...
Moonlight Girl
She is a moonlight girl without a face
She's never seen, she's never heard
Death follows where she goes under the moon
Her song is heard when you listen
She is a moonlight girl without a soul
She sings a lullaby all the night long
Siren without a voice, just a small girl
She lost her way and she doesn't care
She is a moonlight girl without a smile
Searching for loneliness, is that a crime?
Blood marks her passage and those that she met
Can't tell you about her, they are all dead
Moonlight girl lacking a face, soul and smile
She likes to pretend that she's still alive
Normalcy no longer means anything
Only blood in the night when moon's shining
She is a moonlight girl, so be careful
She feasts on nights when the moon's full
Shattered
When calling out in despair
her soul can smile no more
and jester in her heart dies
she faces blank mirror.
Cracked face of innocence
laughs gaily back at her.
Reaching to grasp that mirage
she cuts her empty hands.
Living has always hurt,
dying kept scaring her
and facade she showed world
hid what was never there.
Courage is needed to live well
to speak one's mind and show you care.
Only a coward runs away
but she is me and I am afraid.
Into these poems I put my heart,
the only way I can freely speak.
The pain never lessens and I hurt
but I like to feel that I'm shattered.
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Now, I wrote a Tolkien lyric. I dont know if it is any good and I am not sure with some wording. But please correct me if I did something wrong. Thank you.
Turgon’s lament
by Melian
Silence everywhere
No one dares to speak
In fear of my wrath
My violence to come
I shall be swift in my revenge
I swear
But now I only see you
So weak
Yet, in past so radiant
Sitting by your side
In this unfortunate hour
Oh Aredhel, oh my sister sweet
I weep
Is it you?
I cannot tell
My eyes are clouded with tears
You lie dead
The bed in your room is empty and cold
Fire there, burns no more
Foolish, so foolish I was to let you go
The madness of the elf who would now deny me
What I had deemed right
What I have accomplished fades away
Only grieve remains
And behind grieve silently anger creeps into my veins
It simmers, roars, burns
With every raged breath I take
It grows and blooms
To the fullest
The strength of it frightens me
Nevertheless, I welcome it with open arms
You, husband, killer, sinner
You, kin slayer, betrayer of my trust
Now listen what I say
As my word is law
And the law will be fulfilled to the end
Your hands are red with blood
Your words are poison
Don’t you dare to threaten or to plead
You will see your undoing
Into the jaws of Caragdûr you will be cast
I will destroy you, even if it would be the last thing I ever do.
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My newest brainchild, kind of bittersweet
Three Years Later
No longer do I see your face
On every man I pass in streets
Once again you have changed my life
Took away part of my beliefs
I cannot believe anymore
In everlasting miracles
In love that spans eternity
And is not free of the shackles
That bond that once was created
Was always seen only by me
No, you weren't blind, it was my fault
I saw what I wanted to see
I realize it's too late now
To say sorry and take it back
Though I did mean just this one thing:
The love for you I'll never lack
I should now close the door to past
Stop tearing raw my heart's old scars
It's three years later and I know
That given time all hurts will pass
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Not a double post, I swear ;) This is part 1 of my new mini-series....
Seven Deadly Sins
Sin no.1: Pride
Pride is the mother of all sins
In arrogant heart she always wins
With head held high she looks down on
Upon those who are not ones of her own
She hurts the most her loyal peers
With gaze of hatred ignores their tears
Conceited children of the new world
Are firmly grasped in merciless hold
Lies and deceit, part of my life
Shame on my head for being proud
I don't need help, won't share burdens
That is my pride and my offense
Prideful heart hurts itself, that is known fact
Sometimes, though, pride is the only thing left
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The beginning is pretty good and then the third verse is visibly weeker... ain't it worth looking over an working on it?
But I never do that, so... :D
However I do like the end, even though it doesn't follow the perfectly started rhymes from the beginning.
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Its a little bit of something I wrote tonight. Not exatly a poetry... but still.
We are blood brothers
and I stake your heart for making me bleed
we are no longer, and I want you to weep
as you made me, you swore to be
my father to protect
my brother in arms
my childe to love
blood brothers - we are running through the night
beyond good and evil, showing no fright
as you made me, my maker you shall be
I will follow
I will bow to your whim
till you release me
now the chance to be is gone forever more
its your choice, and the blood is spilling on the floor
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What doesn't make it poetry? ;)
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hmm Kremik said that or something when we had a discussion about rhymes and rytmics. I cant properly remember... you know through one ear in, through other out :D
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Night of many thoughts. And sharp memories. One of them hit me. This is couple of months old. Almost a year by now.
To drown in ice
I wanna look forward to fall into your arms again
Come home and get a kiss
As routine as it seems
Being caressed to sleep full of lightgreen dreams
Being so proud that you’re my man
Too much is told – we crossed too many lines
My tears are sold
For cheapest crimes
And all those lies
And hidden smiles
And pointless tries
And eyes,
Your eyes…
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*like*
but sad