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**Geplaatst door de TopicStarter** : 28-10-06 16:58

[Ged] the tree of memories (engels)

Geplaatst door de TopicStarter : 28-10-06 16:58

Lost grip of reality, drowned in the pool of sorrow,
No hope and friends left, everything is hollow.
Missing something in a life but not knowing what,
Seeing pictures but the faces are fading why is that.
Thinking of the past rips open those wounds of grief,
The tree is dying the ground looks like one big leaf.
All those leafs where beautiful memories that have gone lost,
Trying to keep other memories it will cost what it cost.
There is pain that can not be forgotten, not ever,
Not willing to give up hope never alone, never.
Does life ever quit when there is pain,
Life will go on for ever it is the only thing that does remain.
It is cold out here how does that come,
There is no wind and a bright yellow sun.
All those blind people they don’t have a clue,
If everything is turning black they still think it’s blue.
There are so many wandering souls not knowing where to go,
They will take all memories when they leave with one wind blow.
Gone are those memories but no one will notice they left,
Only that dying tree who loses more leafs it is build by witchcraft.
The souls will bring the memories to life and let them die,
It repeats itself over and over till someone starts to cry.
The cry is a sign of grief and hate,
Death knows that the cry is going to fade.
Than he takes a life but who will care, everyone will be forgotten in a time,
Memories get stolen no one does anything against it but no one thinks it’s fine.
The eyes of believers are pointed to the sky,
Looking for a sign not seeing what they should just creatures that fly.
This whole piece is written for someone, he will never read it,
He doesn’t know this sorrow, it is better to admit.
He don’t knows this problem but one day he will notice,
When the souls bring him this memory than maybe he will read this.
There is no music anymore just one painful tone,
Who is forgotten, who is unknown, who is empty, who is alone.
I am.

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**Geplaatst**: 29-10-06 21:55

Re: [Ged] the tree of memories (engels)

Geplaatst: 29-10-06 21:55

vind het een erg mooi gedicht!
alleen storen de lange zinnen me nogal je had misschien beter kortere zinnen kunnen gebruiken zoiets als dit,
vind dat je wel echt een erg mooie manier van schrijven hebt! Je gedicht doet iets met me het leest erg fijn.

Lost grip of reality,
drowned in the pool of sorrow,
No hope and friends left,
everything is hollow.

Missing something in a life,
but not knowing what.
Seeing pictures,
but the faces are fading why is that?

Thinking of the past rips,
open those wounds of grief.
The tree is dying,
the ground looks like one big leaf.

All those leafs where beautiful
memories that have gone lost.
Trying to keep other memories
it will cost what it cost.

There is pain
That can not be forgotten, not ever,
Not willing to give up hope
never alone, never.

Does life ever quit when there is pain?
Life will go on for ever it
is the only thing that does remain.
It is cold out here how does that come?

There is no wind, and a bright yellow sun.
All those blind people
they don’t have a clue,

If everything is turning black
they still think it’s blue.
There are so many wandering souls
not knowing where to go,

They will take all memories
when they leave with one wind blow.
Gone are those memories
but no one will notice they left,
Only that dying tree
who loses more leafs
it is build by witchcraft.
The souls will bring the memories

to life and let them die,
It repeats itself over and over
till someone starts to cry.
The cry is a sign of grief and hate,

Death knows that the cry
is going to fade.
Than he takes a life but who will care,
everyone will be forgotten in a time,

Memories get stolen
no one does anything against it
but no one thinks it’s fine.
The eyes of believers

are pointed to the sky,
Looking for a sign not seeing
what they should just creatures that fly.
This whole piece is written for someone,

he will never read it,
He doesn’t know this sorrow,
it is better to admit.
He don’t knows this problem

but one day he will notice,
When the souls bring him this memory
than maybe he will read this.
There is no music anymore

just one painful tone,
Who is forgotten, who is unknown,
who is empty, who is alone.
I am.

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