vase pesmi...

[amyZ]

ma jz kr neki pišem, no sem, zdej niti ne. mam kr enki pesmi, sam jih en objavlam ponavad. mogoč bom kdaj ktero sm gor prlepla. zdj sm še v fazi ko jih iz lista na comp prepisujm.

[el bou]

no jz sm pa anti talent...

[tjaska]

js sm pa pred kratkim mojo prvo slovensko pesem skupi spacala... nothing special, so mi angleške bolj všeč

[girlie]

eh,grem jst zdele eno pesmco napisat .........ste me navdihnili sej sm jih včasih kr dost pisala,pa skor vse so angleške,probala bi še francosko napisat

[padme6]

my eyes are hurting from looking at you,
your sorow liguifies in my throat to spread it self into my veins
and my hart is slowly malting in a bucket of blood for everyvone to see the blosooming pain you caused to me.

nekaj nahitro skup spacano, mi je tecno in ja no sej vidite sami slovnicne napake ne menite se za njih...

[tjaska]

Did I lose you back then
In my sweetest dreams
Have I said what I shouldn't have?
Could have I been waiting
For you
To show me I'm not wrong
But still, I am...
No your words couldn't save me
And my mouth couldn't speak
It all seems so out of reach

But when I walk with you
Your step knows mine
And there's everything, everything
That fills my heart
And should I say I'll never let you down again
Again

Did I lose you even before
You could be mine
My heart keeps on crying: no
When it comes to letting you go

And I know it's wrong
And I know it's bad
To make up these illusions
And keep them in my head
And I know it's you
Who woke up my heart
Will you be the one
Who will tear it apart?

(iz pesmi It's You)

[padme6]

When he paced his eyes on her, he was paralized.
Her beauty made him speachles,
she was a goddes.
The touch of her was like fire to baby skin knowing it will pass.
Her whisper to the ear, was like an arow thro the hart, beliving It would stay.
Now comes the time, when you stop wondering how you'v gotten so lucky, now's the time to enyoy these night of given pleasure from pure goddes Goldie...her name was Goldie...


ne se menit za napake

[padme6]

When the lights went out I saw only sheadows, sheadows of my past.
I did not dare to look away,
I needed to se y life before now, so I would be alowed to pray for my soul to rise high, instead to fall down, deep down where is only misery nothing and nowvone else.

again dont wory about the mistakes

[padme6]

my life is like hell so hell must be heaven to my pricles soul of independet.






hehe...lol

[padme6]

i'm holding my pen,here in my hand.
It moves gently with porkoshen so it would not destroy the paper.
It's like a pact betwen the artist and the creator,
It's the thing that spokes instead of you.
It makes yor words smodly lay on these peace of pergament.
If the artist trats it nicely,
the creator makes true every single thing he ever idealized.
Just like now, where is only me the pen and the paper...

opravicujem se za napake..

[sanck]

PRINC NA BELEM KONJU

Tam stojiš z mrkim čelom,
Gledaš me tako grdo.
Ne moreš verjeti izrečenim besedam,
Sprašuješ me kaj, zakaj, kako?
A moj odgovor ti ne zaleže.
Ustvariš si blodnjak temnih misli,
Iz tvojih ust začnejo leteti grde besede.
Začneš me obtoževati,
Da v meni ničesar čistega ni.
Želiš me z besedami raniti,
In jaz tam stojim.
Gledam v prazno in ti ne odgovorim.
Še zmeraj poskušaš zmajati mi tla pod nogami
In jaz se delam hladno,
Se pretvarjam, da me ne boli.
Povzdigneš glas in odženeš ptice iz bližnjih dreves,
Kako lahko tako miren človek skriva v sebi takšen bes?
In gledam te in gledam,
Vidim kako tvoja solza po licu se spusti.
Vidim kako ranjeno je tvoje srce,
In spoznala sem, da to kar hočem nisi ti.
Poklekneš na kolena,
Tokrat jaz stojim nad teboj,
Vidim kako izgubljaš kontrolo nad vsem.
To mene odganja stran.
Obtožuješ me,
Da jaz sem kriva za tvojo bedo,
Da jaz sem kriva za zlom tvoje duše,
Tako zelo me boli,
Spoznala sem da princa na belem konju ni.

SILENTE PAIN

It's funny how circles closes again,
With an angle of the 180 degrees.
It's funny when you feel dirt on your skin,
Coz few minutes earlier you were breathing fresh air.
You actually ask yourself do you diserve to live?
Coz you feel like crap and it seems,
That i’ve lost my best friend.

Those silente moments are journey,
Which is infected with anger, rage and hidden tear.
Then you suffer..
All good things vanished with pain,
I feel bad although i’ve done nothing wrong,
And still i suffer in this silente rage.
I try to break the silence,
But you don’t even care..
I suffer silente pain.

mal angle, mal slove...sej je kul

[Sano]

js pišem sam muziko za naš bend
včasih kr tk spontano da bobnar beat pa mal jamamo pa pride včasih kej fajnega vn

[kai]

Pisem, pisem... odkar pomnim. Ponavadi po prepiti noci po tezkih dogodkih. Tega se je nabralo 40 MB dokumentov na racunalniku (ne slisi se veliko, kajne), imam pa se 5 nepretipkanih zvezkov materiala.

Pod to temo je morda vredno omeniti, da smo ustanovili Mladinski klub drustva slovenskih pisateljev, kateri ima sedez na Tomsicevi 12 - prav v drustvu slovenskih pisateljev. Oni so nas prejsnji teden sprejeli kot svoj pomladek, uradno se zacne delovati januarja; v planu so literarni veceri, simpoziji,... Ce koga zanima vclanitev, me lahko kontaktira na privat, ali pa posle mail na MKDSP@email.si.

Samo tko, da veste... Delovanje kluba je namenjeno izpopolnitvi pisateljev/pesnikov/dramatikov/esejistov, jim pokazati kaj vse se da se narediti... Gre za lazji prehod med publiko, lazje objavljanje itd.

Sam tko ce koga slucajno zanima

[*cream*]

Llalalalalalalalalalalallalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala!!!
Ptič.
Okno.
Drevo.
Lalalalallaalalalalalalaalalalalalalaalalalalalalalalaaala!!!
Veselje.
Svetlana Makarovič.
Okno.
Ptič.
Lallalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaalala..

(deep )

bageera
jaz sn ful anitalent za pemi
padme6 yeah baby!

[Aloha]

No... jst tut pesmce pišm, že od mejhnga... Zdej pa lih skp spraulam knigo (platnice, slike...), u keri je zbirka pesmi, posvečenih mojmu biušmu fantu... En posebn dariučk, čeprou ne vem, kok mu bo use skp sploh pomenil... Men ful.