Plaintively

Anca, 25, Femme, AllemagneDernière visite : hier matin

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À propos de moi

the air is filled with tragedies of olden times



you're all lit up
like a Christmas tree



all the faces on the photographs have changed
to not confuse it all, the names remain the same
should I wait or let the past just fall?
trying to save the small yesterdays

scavenging through life's very constant lows

untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant



staying in my play pretend
where the fun ain't got no end
can't go home alone again
need someone to numb the pain

i never did grow up
feels like I never will
my friends are all adults
i'm still a teenage girl
i haven’t changed a bit
i’m still not over it
my friends are all a drag
they think I’m such a flake
they want to go to bed
i want to stay up late
walking the streets alone
thinking of you till dawn
i make the same mistakes
imake the same mistakes
i…



our pain dissolves into sound
into one voice
at this our loneliness more verdict than choice

all is dressed in cold desire
so set this world on
fire

a burning fuse
the only flame I have

i just want to be your shadow
and you can find me in the sun so bright
and tie me to your wrist each night
and I'll follow you
i'll follow you home

because we separate like ripples on a blank shore
(in rainbows)

the lows that we've sunken to
the heights that excited you
and baby, they excited me too...

love is still our craving and our shame
love and despair, locked in an embrace

scream your elegy to me
i'll christen you with scars
follow me beyond the measure of fatigue

and this wind hastens night

there's a secret in these woods
it will grab you by the throat
and there's a spell on the wind
to trick you off the path



your boldness stands alone among the wreck
like a graceless flower
speckled white petals

some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make

on succulent blades

rude are the tongues of love
that speak of mercy for us all
and leave us only with a song
and leave us only with a song
now it's a cold and hollow whisper
that consoles my body when you're gone

can you tell me
where the fire goes
when the flames cease?

ce cœur qui bat, pour qui, pourquoi
qui bat trop fort, trop fort

detached?



to stand alone is to be exposed
a shining light in a concrete world
a target sign for the legions and hordes

the distance is vertiginous and hungry

mother, did it need to be so high?

cut me in quadrants
leave me in the corner

with compassion
with heartfelt affection

when you think too much, your thoughts begin to bleed
finding sadness in dubstep
i'm on a blood buzz, yes i am...



the fire that betroths the coldness of the void

cause when he grows
he's blocking the view of my sanity, view of my sanity

with the weak brushes of passing desires
i portray the thousand pale signs
and the thousand bright years

"To be or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil."

the cause and the cardinal symptom



there's a feeling inside me that something's leaving,
like someone stealing salt form sea

what binds us to our grief
binds the sculptor to his clay

my shoulders raise and break
the cradle of the sky
the stars are falling
i am joy and destruction
violent collision



neon on my naked skin
passing silhouettes of strange illuminated mannequins
shall I stay here at the zoo,
or should I go and change my point of view for every ugly scene?

maid of twilight, lass of duskfall
hang the moon on the sky's arch
soothe the weight of a darkling day

can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I



manchmal schauen wir in die sterne



i like songs about drifters - books about the same
they both seem to make me feel a little less insane
walked on off to another spot
i still haven't gotten anywhere that i want
did i want love? did i need to know?
why does it always feel like i'm caught in an undertow?

we put three sugars in our tea
sit to watch too much day time TV
and laugh at mums
who don't know who the father is
and all our girlfriends are long gone
we watch too much internet porn
who needs love
when you've got silicone and strap-ons
and beer bloats our spoiled guts
and shit jobs keep us in ruts
and keep us eyeing up
the whats and ifs and buts and maybes
and falling over in the street
is just a part of every week
and we lie drunkenly
just staring at the stars
remember when they were in reach
and all the teachers used to teach
you can do anything
if you put your mind to it
we put our minds to it all
but disappointment crashed the ball
we could have done anything
but we just never quite knew it
so tie your scarf on tight
it's to be a cold night
tie your scarf on tight
it's to be a cold night...


so don't we look pretty with nowhere to go?
it's cool to be lonely, didn't you know?
i think I'll marry a stranger that I met online
it's not that it's not love, it's just a sign of the times
of the time

oh, i need a feeling, i need a fix
to take me on driving, we could sleep in the stakes
it's too much, too easy, long for the chase
i long for the gaps and the words, i long for the space

you who must leave everything that you cannot control
it begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul

because i need you like air to breathe
just to hold you,
o' i hold you,
o' how i hold you,
i hold you down

down with my insecurities,
down with my hypocrisy,
down with my pathetic pleas,
down instead of setting you free
to find your happiness with or without me


when I'm pipe and slippers and rocking chair...



there's a ship that sails by my window
there's a ship that sails on by
there's a world under it
i think i see it sailing away

the doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread,
if I told him about it, he might only shake his head
with kindly amused, melodious laughter,
he then would perhaps merely smile at my… oh, so stupid silliness…
and the beast that is raging inside



our hearts are heavy
our sense of sin
from a distant impossible past

this far enough not far enough not close enough
as the last of the eternities opens
not close enough

and your face:
on every leaf
of every branch
of every tree

are you hoping to find something pure, something sacred?

mes souvernirs assassins
...on meurt à moins.
et je reste là, halluciné
this orgy, carried to bloodshed

...en chantant « et si c'était à refaire, je referais ce chemin…

hooked hands
stretched out above
in the ultimate endeavour
to clutch an atom
that does not sink



we are entombed alive
in these poems



their rebirth in distant martyrdom
places a burden on the heart, forever urging me on
in ceaseless motion



Wir haben das Recht
Nein, wir haben die Pflicht
Die Dinge zusammenprallen zu lassen
Um die Funken zu schlagen
Die uns die Nacht erhellen