Wrote something in my german blog. Read it here.
On another note, I deepend my love-hate relationship with Anathema. It is always disconcerting when a mere songtext hurts. But like all good depressive bands there are sparks between the darkness and one of them is that from their song “release”.
I won’t quote the rest of the song, if you’re interested, listen to it. For me it is the story of two people broken (of course) and somewhat connected (of course) but not through the events that broke them. It is a reminder that time can heal and that at the end a better future (emotionally, in this case) will dawn. You just have to go on.
Pity it’s never that easy.
(And yes, all this was simply because I have nothing in english to publish^^)
respite
almost done with posting the old stuff and with every post I get more annoyed. True, it was an important stage in my life (Experience and whatnot) and the aftermath is still around, but I don’t actually want to be remined, do I?
Anyway, it is about time I move on to more interesting (lol) subjects then this relationship…
I sound pretty convincing, do I? Nah, I suppose not. It’s going to be around for a while.
starting again
Dear non-existing readers:
due to a lack of spirit and stuff I didn’t use this blog for some time and I don’t know if I will in the future. For now I’ll just post what I wrote since my last post. Just keep checking if you exist 😉
Lis
—-
14.4.07
when I said it it was right
yet wrong and twisted
a lie in bed with truth
spinning away in the arisen thought
I can’t tell ’cause you’ll know
so everything was true and false
smile and frown are one in my bearings
you keep it up from time to time
you’ll understand when I tell you
switched off torch in the dark
please wipe the non-existing tears
from my cheek and say again what i already know
because the mirror tells me to forget
and lend me your strength
to smash it into little fragments
one shard will be a gift to you.
—–
17.4.07
the stars failed to glow again
she whispered as she touched the cheek
caressed the neck below
gripped a shoulder with some care
but the world twisted slightly away
there was nothing the lips could touch
cold and empty space
the shadows hesitated to lick away her tears
so she sat on her knees in solitude
whishing she could tear the sky apart.
St.C pt.7
Finally. It was hard to remember to post here, since all the poems were written some 2 weeks ago. Anyway, this is the final one and it’s rather clumsy compared to the others, I think. But it’s final and that what matters then.
rain.staring
things turned around a lot recently
things were done, exchanged and wasted
sky darkened this evening
soon afterwards it rained
the sound a slight massage
as I lean on the windowsill
staring right into the gloom
your presence is the comfort I need
besides all the hate
emotions and cries
the rain’s still there
and maybe as we stare right through
I will feel your hand
and be calm for a while.
random mess
Through the bleak window of my soul
In marble halls of falling snow
Winter touch the Earth undone
Embittered we embrace the funerals to come
words (c) by KATATONIA
on the scratch
It’s all a bit messy without actually being messy at all, if you get my drift. And this blog suffers under this as well. The major point is, most stuff I post here are poems and they only happen when I have some major emotional thingy, in any direction, be it up or down and atm it’s like a stright really boring line.
But to look on the bright sight, conveniant reader, the next crisis will happen, that’s certain 😉
To fill the black hole in this blog, I’ll revive the ‘music’ thingy I started with a post about katatonia featuring a rant about Opeth. Stay tuned for this.
If you want poems, find me a woman who can make my life either good or bad, the equation comes out the same way 😉
lisra
carlin
There are things in america worth knowing a a european. One of them is George Carlin.
There’s one of his vids about religion.
coldlight once that only jerks feel sorry for themselves, so I don’t. I’m just… really annyoed. That’s not the same. And angry, pretty much angry.
But I guess that adds up to jerk in the end so it’s the same ‘feelin sorry’ just in disguise. But i the end, what isn’t?
chumbawamba sang:
I got knocked down
but I get up again
you never gonna keep me downÂ
plus reel big fish’s
want to do something right
but I haven’t yet
It’s easier thinking in songs?
considering music
Yeah…
Consider music. Consider the cooper temple clause. They are from Reading, England, and that was probably a very fucked up place to grow up in. That’s imprinted in their music. But no matter – the reason you should seriously consider to buy their first record (from 2001 I think) see this through and leave is the sheer intensity of the last song named murder song.
Everyone I know who listend to this song got addicted to it. Strange, but true. It’s somewhere in the tone, in the way it’s sung… and it’s seriously dangerous to your mind.
But I recommend it nevertheless.
But be warned, it might ruin your mood 😉
lisra's broken mirror 