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Wishes And Volitions by FrauHippe, literature

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Wishes And Volitions

I´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 shadows For you know about solar altitude. I want to See you run. Did you ever ask them, what they´re heading for? See you doing. Did you ever even ask y

Time by FrauHippe, literature

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Time

Some 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 or squander and all just because we press its run and measure constantly? Not wanting to let go? Wishing stagnancy?

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Bells by FrauHippe, literature

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Bells

Bells Wenn man im Sommer nachts auf einer Wiese herumliegt, ist es leicht sich einzubilden dass der Himmel nichts anderes ist als eine Sternendecke, in die man sich nur einzuwickeln braucht um den wohligsten Ort der Welt zu finden. Wenn man sich allerdings im Spätherbst auf einer durchlöcherten Asphaltstraße befindet und der Himmel mit grauen Wolkenflicken gespickt ist, sieht das schon anders aus. Regentropfen, die sich unter einem zu schlammigen Pfützen ansammeln sind eben keine langsam hervorkriechenden Tautropfen, die einem das Gras unter den Armen kühlen wollen. Aber ich gebe mir Mühe. Denn es ist m

Shambala by FrauHippe, literature

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Shambala

Dies ist der Tag An dem du von Shambala sprichst Als sei der Wind deine Festung Worin ich schwebe Wenn du erzählst Die Welt bestünde aus Wolken Obwohl ich doch weiß Dass ich deinen See nicht betreten kann Denn es sind nur tausend Einzelne Tropfen Zu schwach um mich zu tragen Stark genug mich zu ertränken In der Seifenblase, die schillernd Vorgaukelt sie käme aus Eden Und sich löst Wie ein Ton aus dem Ohr Und plötzlich bin ich des Windes Der auch in Shambala nicht ewig weilt Und das Schillern tönt wie ein Schrei Doch das Echo vermag nicht zu bleiben Da den Mauern meiner Festung Noch

My little suicide by FrauHippe, literature

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My little suicide

My little suicide Am i brave enough To face the mirrorface? To admit that i Haven´t been brave enough? Now the room is empty And now the time is over And all the pretty coloured Chances faded to dust Just because of me Just my own little fault Just my little suicide I comitted every day. Am i strong enough To take these walls That i built in my blinded illusion Of trying to build my paradise? But there is no other way I killed them all by accident I killed , Cause i didn´t dare to feed my paradise.

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Dawn by FrauHippe, literature

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Dawn

Dawn There is a train coming down the rail from the hill, from the darkness behind. Right into the light leads its way it´s the last one that will ever come. Following the sun down into the dawn on the other side of the world where the children laugh and the rainbows live and the warm and the sweet air keeps soothing the hearts. It´s going to stop right in front of me, i know, definite. The doors slide open, just one step to the future and it´s waiting. And every second is an unbelievable number of chances. and i can smell the tea and the chocolate from inside, inviting me. Waiting. My feet don´t move, while the

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Regen by Scuria, literature

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Regen

Wie ein Rinnsal beginnst du mich zu verführen. Ganz leise, ein Plätschern deines Selbst. Ich folge deinem lockenden Gesang, dem klaren Wasser, das ich vor meinem inneren Auge erblicke. Immer mehr spüre ich von dir. Deine Nähe wird mir deutlicher mit jedem Schritt, den ich tue. Der Wind streichelt sanft über meine Haut und bringt kleine Tröpfchen mit sich - die Boten deiner Ankunft. Ich fröstle. Eingehüllt vom Hauch, den du mir schickst. Du ziehst mich an wie kaltes Licht die Motten. Deine Berührung legt sich nun über mein Gesicht, über meinen Körper, wie ein Sc

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...And my eyes, filled with... by FrauHippe, literature

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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 Never being kissed by the stardust.

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

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Germany
Deviant for 18 years
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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....

Current Residence: There´s a bucket standing between the trees on the Neckarinsel. That´s my castle.
Shell of choice: shell? shell? Shell???? A Nutshell icl. Universe, of coruse!
Skin of choice: free from sunburn
Favourite cartoon character: Itchy & Scratchy and the little blue elephant...
Personal Quote: Don´t ask!

Favourite Visual Artist

Those, your mother warned you about.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

oh, you don´t want to know that...

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TLJ

Tools of the Trade

A big sheet of Paper and a pencil and a boxsheep that tells me it´s secrets

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revolutioning, writing

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FrauHippe

Apr 1, 2009

WANTED

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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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FrauHippe

Mar 31, 2009

Journal Entries don't need Subjects.

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Yeeeeeeeah, I know. Could be worse.

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FrauHippe

Apr 29, 2007

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ooh how i hate this page. it is as representful as the dustbin under my desk. there is so much old stuff, it makes sick reading it.... be warned. maybe i will find some new stuff to submit, this page could really need some refreshment.  i guess it takes..... some more weeks?   months?   years??  ages????  who knows.