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About Me Member Angsty Poet FrauHippe-69/Female/Germany

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...And my eyes, filled with...

...And my eyes, filled with stardust...

You know, a bomb will fall again. And you know, again, it´s gonna rip your shelter.
Being dropped or not
– anyway.
The rain will drown you again. And the last dry place
Will be your own heart In the second,
when the last drop of blood
has benn sucked, dried, crumbled and taken away by the dumb
screaming bomb.
But however, what would you be, without your bombs?!
Nothing
But a slow, numb existence Beneath a too great shelter Ne

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Dead BoysDead Boys
Don´t cry And don´t laugh
Don´t die And don´t live
Went away And will stay
Are never to blame For their sins
Never grow old And never grow sapient
Conquer Those threshold of fear
Nothing more than pictures in dreams Immortal
Never die. Live eternally. Dead Boys
by ~FrauHippe

Wishes And VolitionsI´d like to Kick you Hit you Rob your sleep And make you cry.
I´d like to See you asking Seeing more than the mirror See you daring And ready to take some bruises.
I´d like to
See you disbelieving. Did you ever dare beating yourself?
Hear you screaming. Did you ever even use your voice?

I don´t want to See you sleeping See you listening Walking their line Trusting blindly.
I want to See you reversing Regaining ideals See you leaving their Wishes And Volitions
by ~FrauHippe

TimeSome say
It´s part of the universe too huge to be embraced it only can embrace us snuggle squeeze for it has disposal of you yesterday and tomorrow now it sneaks then it sprints and all just because its dimension is bound to matter, movement and energy?
Part of the whole? More than floating?

Others say
It´s part of everyone huge enough to protect if only we let it console cure us for we have it from beginning to ending whether we savor &nb Time
by ~FrauHippe

WeWe had fun        Failing
We choked        On the chocolate
We cried        Of joy
For we saw, that        The fire didn´t strike us
For we knew, that        The world would perish rident We
by ~FrauHippe

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ExamThe soft rustle of paper sounds like falling leaves,
The click of the pen, the tap of the lid, in sympathetic rhythms,
The sighs and thumps, as the world dribbles away in distinguished choices.

The rush of the thoughts, fluttering around the room like butterflies,
They storm the air, entering through the stillness to fill my head,
The inward recollection, like an imperfect mirror, reflects knowledge recalled.

The time flows at differing pace, fast and slow as the heartbeat moves,
It whisks and stirs like a fussy baker making a wedding cake of perfection,
It must be done, it Exam
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Blank CanvasPeople all have expressions Upon each and every face. Yet you are like a canvas, A blank one, without a trace Of any emotions appearing upon
The surface that I see. You are about as readable as A water drop in the sea. Blank Canvas
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PapercutDeep cuts hurt the most The ones that you have to stitch to fix And they take longest to heal But you know the scar after will be a reminder Of where you've been, and don't want to be
It's the smaller ones, the ones you can't see The ones you don't know are there Untill they sting Untill they are infected Untill you finally notice that you're bleeding Like a papercut, they'll reopen Slowly leaking hope, Trust, certainty Untill it stings. And you suddenly see

One thousand papercuts Are worse than One deep laceration Papercut
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Wed Apr 1, 2009, 12:58 AM

I NEED TRANSLATORS!!!

You may have recognized: some of my stuff is still german.
Change that!
If you speak both english and german, you are very welcome to help me translating my stories and poems!
Especially poetry drives me crazy, though i can get it understandable, it just doesn´t sound good.
It would be awesome if someone with a great english-german sprachgefühl volunteered... xD

So, if you´re a language-nerd or if you know someone who is: Save me from getting insane! Save the devArt world from bad english literature!
Save the world!
Write me a note!

Thanks alot!

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Mood: Thrilled
Listening to: Emily
Reading: Heisenberg about Goethe, Newton and colours
Watching: Emily!
Playing: i don´t play. i´m serious.
Eating: RitterSportKnusperflakes

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This is me. A million years ago, during the cenozoic.
And don´t even dare commenting on the bad quality of this picture. Do you really expect the mammals to do first-class-photoshootings for fun?
And yes, sometimes, i´m pissed. You´d have been pissed, too, hanging around with hairy elephants for years and years and years....

Devious Info

Current Residence: There´s a bucket standing between the trees on the Neckarinsel. That´s my castle.
Interests: revolutioning, writing
Favourite band or musician: oh, you don´t want to know that...
Favourite artist: Those, your mother warned you about.
Shell of choice: shell? shell? Shell???? A Nutshell icl. Universe, of coruse!
Skin of choice: free from sunburn
Favourite game: TLJ
Favourite cartoon character: Itchy & Scratchy and the little blue elephant...
Personal Quote: Don´t ask!
Tools of the Trade: A big sheet of Paper and a pencil and a boxsheep that tells me it´s secrets