die stille unter die wellen

they're biting in on each other
but they don't quite realize
it can get a little small
and losing things is easy
without your flashlight

wait for the daylight
when this is all over

what a wonderful way to expire
and shut their eyes
i saw you standing in the closet
no shirt, nothing
it was bleakly white that day
but somehow shone better than before

a little lighter
a little bleached
and somehow shone better than before

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written for a dream of mike standing shirtless in his closet.
geschriebt fuer ein traum des mikes, der ohne seinen tshirt in'm schrank gesteht hat.

here is something i spilled out in about two minutes...and, yes, it shows about as much thought as that two minutes. not so good, but i do like the first verse...perhaps this will soon become a song, once i get around to tomorrow. ideas/reactions/comments are eagerly yearned for!

hier ist ein denklos lied...na, es ist noch nicht ein lied, aber vielleicht morgen...oder uebermorgen...ai--mein schwedisch kommt zu mir jetzt mehr als mein deutsch. i hab' dieses lied nicht so gern, aber vielleicht mit ein bisschen arbeit es wird besser. hilfe ist begruesst!

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i dissipate
into all these pieces you leave lying around
soak up my time
you leave them around
down where my feet tread
to soak up my mind

wouldn't you like to have it for your own?
you surely wouldn't be the first
go forth alone
or i'll turn you out again

i dissipate
into all these looks you leave lying around
soak up my thought
you leave them around
threaded about my chest
to soak up my mind

wouldn't you love to peruse it thoroughly
inch by inch, indeed not the first
go forth alone
i'll turn you out again

let them lay
for whatever point
do not forget
that i am mine

i was swallowed by the lake last night

coming down through slick weeds
images of my face sifting through the murkiness
to the fish that flit by
oblivious of my name

wavering sun plays with my eyelashes
does skin still pucker after you're gone?

perhaps i am not gone,
the lilyweeds entwined in my fingers
their flowers' petals opening with the same silence
of my breath, full of water
though they are tucked away far above

i was swallowed by the lake
.

hello everyone! this is my art/germanic musings/random crap lj. let's see if it gets used at all. wooO!

hallo, alle! dies ist meine kunstliche/germanistik-gruebelei/zufaellig-scheiss lj. vielleicht es wird benutzt! wooO!