https://molin.blogger.de/ Gedichte. Kurzgeschichten. Und all sowas. Blogger.de mouvelle line 2018-10-04T21:32:29Z en hourly 1 2000-01-01T00:00:00Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2539255/ There is this genius poem by John Betjeman called "Slough". I am kind of in love with that poem ever since January (when I was watching BBC's The Office, which is how I got to know of it). I finished school in June, but the couple of months before that were pure torture. I was already so done with everything that I mostly sat in class drawing or doodling - or writing poems. I wrote this one in style of "Slough". So maybe you should read that first to fully appreciate mine. Your decision :) The link... Blogger.de quadrotriticale Gedichte... Copyright © 2015 quadrotriticale 2015-10-18T00:42:55Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2624259/ A theory starts forming Through the numbing mourning That fact that something's missing Crawls through the reminiscing Something that I forgot Somewhere where I am not A vital organ of some kind One I'll never ever find My feet in the tide? My lungs in the wind? My nose in the sea? My eyes in the sand? It can't be my heart For I feel it start Whenever I think of you. ~Liv June 2016 Blogger.de quadrotriticale Gedichte... Copyright © 2017 quadrotriticale 2017-01-10T04:47:57Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2618914/ “Excuse me?” a quiet, nervously high voice sounded through the small office. The man looked up from stacks of paperwork. The view of the door was normally obscured by his huge partner on the other side of the double desk, but Keaton had called in sick two days ago, and so the view of the doorframe was clear. “Detective Rye?” “That's right. How can I help you?” He eyed the girl over. Sixteen, he guessed. A black leather jacket over her blue and white school uniform,... Blogger.de quadrotriticale Stories Copyright © 2016 quadrotriticale 2016-12-05T22:32:20Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2599695/ “Is it raining down there?” “No, just windy,” I answered, playing around with the phone in my hand. “As usual.” As if to prove his point the wind sped up a bit that moment and caught the edge of my scarf. I tucked it back, and closed the topmost button of my coat as well, effectively sealing it in place. “Does this mean you wear your hair up all the time?” I laughed. “Yes. Unless I want it over my sandwich.” “Mmmmh, remoulade hair,”... Blogger.de quadrotriticale Stories Copyright © 2016 quadrotriticale 2016-08-03T12:40:43Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2598645/ I'm not being mean when I say I never understood her. It's just the truth. Like now with the thunderstorm. But I liked listening to her, and I think she liked that. So now we sat in my car, rain pouring down and drumming against the roof, and she was terrified because there was a bit of lighting on the horizon. She said she knew it was childish, but she was afraid. Like hell. I said that a car was like the safest place you could possibly be during a thunderstorm, and so we remained where we were.... Blogger.de quadrotriticale Stories Copyright © 2016 quadrotriticale 2016-07-28T15:34:01Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2589603/ I lit a candle and sparked up hope No more that I could do Small red reflections in flickering eyes Made me feel proud and blue I lit a candle and thought of you Like I do everyday Sparked up the mem'ries of when you where here Made sadness go away I stand in ashes and look around With feelings that I fight Boiled things that were once beautiful For I lit a candle And everyone died Liv Blogger.de quadrotriticale Gedichte... Copyright © 2016 quadrotriticale 2016-06-08T23:42:51Z https://molin.blogger.de/stories/2587420/ With the sweet mystery of dark romantics fading I prepare myself for dawn Who'll punish me for dreaming When loud colours strike me back And fanciful darkness stops concealing That's when I feel desires Longings different from the nights' Longing for the foamy softness Of my one true friend once light For when our lips meet Things always feel less dreadful Less routined And the liquid hope makes me believe I just might make it through What would I be without you My faithful love Coffee... Blogger.de quadrotriticale Gedichte... Copyright © 2016 quadrotriticale 2016-05-28T13:39:22Z Search this site: q https://molin.blogger.de/search