Reinvention of a real man by LydoChigurh, literature
Literature
Reinvention of a real man
There's a desert
filled with dead clowns, clerks, and clever men.
They exchanged their humor, faith, and ideas to drain his water.
And he doesn't care
as long as his suits fit him perfectly.
He is real now.
A real man.
He is real now.
A real man.
A Linguistic Transgression by LydoChigurh, literature
Literature
A Linguistic Transgression
I grew up a liar
pretending to have toy cars and squirt guns
but I wasn't allowed to share them.
I rejected my mother's rosy presents,
because I thought I had to be a man.
He struggles:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don't exist for you.
Weird bulges developed on my body
and I tried to speak and act righteosly,
but I remained a liar.
For each success my mother spilled the dirty secret.
And pushed me into my place.
She struggles:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don't exist for you.
I suffer from daltonism
but I know when to stop and when to go.
Even today I feel like a liar.
I'm so hungry,
but you force me t
I imagine us singing and dancing together,
taking silly band pictures,
making my boyfriend jealous by laughing an awful lot with you.
And it doesn't seem to matter whether
We've only spoken once
and following my obviously curious gaze might give you a cue
to
just ask me out for some coffee
or tea,
or whatever you prefer to pour between your beautiful lips.
And I will smile and walk with you,
-but not very far-.
Secretly loving you more than anyone
and I imagine us singing and dancing together
for now.
Every time I see these eyes
they gently draw me into a dream
and I feel like you mean what you say to me.
Good luck.
-although I don't know you,
but I remember we spoke once.-
Thank you.
-I hope I will see you again,
because your smile took my anxiety away.-
I see these eyes ever so seldom,
but every time I do
they gently draw me into a dream.
Sie konnte ihre Gedanken nicht von der Szene abwenden. Seine freundlichen blauen Augen waren auf sie gerichtet gewesen. "Das hätte ja besser sein können", sagte er ruhig und lächelte. "Woran hat es denn deiner Ansicht nach gelegen?". Sarah schwieg eine Weile. "Naja, ich habe das Thema ja jetzt recht kurzfristig gewählt. Ich glaube das war schon aus psychologischer Sicht ungünstig... und dann habe ich mich an Kleinigkeiten aufgehalten."
Ihr Magen wurde flau und ein undefinierbares Angstgefühl wanderte von ihrer Stirn zu ihrem Herzen, dessen Schwere in einem Kontrast zu der Geschwindigkeit des Zuckens schien. Er i
I must create.
Raise myself into the depths of hearts,
but I am so tired.
My legs can't jump
and my thoughts won't carry me further.
I can only move slowly in my sleep,
but time falls down ever so steadily.
The sand grains become mountains
and my dreams won't carry me further.
I am so tired,
but I need to quicken my pace
for I can only be creative until I'm surrounded by my desert.
Reinvention of a real man by LydoChigurh, literature
Literature
Reinvention of a real man
There's a desert
filled with dead clowns, clerks, and clever men.
They exchanged their humor, faith, and ideas to drain his water.
And he doesn't care
as long as his suits fit him perfectly.
He is real now.
A real man.
He is real now.
A real man.
A Linguistic Transgression by LydoChigurh, literature
Literature
A Linguistic Transgression
I grew up a liar
pretending to have toy cars and squirt guns
but I wasn't allowed to share them.
I rejected my mother's rosy presents,
because I thought I had to be a man.
He struggles:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don't exist for you.
Weird bulges developed on my body
and I tried to speak and act righteosly,
but I remained a liar.
For each success my mother spilled the dirty secret.
And pushed me into my place.
She struggles:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don't exist for you.
I suffer from daltonism
but I know when to stop and when to go.
Even today I feel like a liar.
I'm so hungry,
but you force me t
I imagine us singing and dancing together,
taking silly band pictures,
making my boyfriend jealous by laughing an awful lot with you.
And it doesn't seem to matter whether
We've only spoken once
and following my obviously curious gaze might give you a cue
to
just ask me out for some coffee
or tea,
or whatever you prefer to pour between your beautiful lips.
And I will smile and walk with you,
-but not very far-.
Secretly loving you more than anyone
and I imagine us singing and dancing together
for now.
Every time I see these eyes
they gently draw me into a dream
and I feel like you mean what you say to me.
Good luck.
-although I don't know you,
but I remember we spoke once.-
Thank you.
-I hope I will see you again,
because your smile took my anxiety away.-
I see these eyes ever so seldom,
but every time I do
they gently draw me into a dream.
Sie konnte ihre Gedanken nicht von der Szene abwenden. Seine freundlichen blauen Augen waren auf sie gerichtet gewesen. "Das hätte ja besser sein können", sagte er ruhig und lächelte. "Woran hat es denn deiner Ansicht nach gelegen?". Sarah schwieg eine Weile. "Naja, ich habe das Thema ja jetzt recht kurzfristig gewählt. Ich glaube das war schon aus psychologischer Sicht ungünstig... und dann habe ich mich an Kleinigkeiten aufgehalten."
Ihr Magen wurde flau und ein undefinierbares Angstgefühl wanderte von ihrer Stirn zu ihrem Herzen, dessen Schwere in einem Kontrast zu der Geschwindigkeit des Zuckens schien. Er i
I must create.
Raise myself into the depths of hearts,
but I am so tired.
My legs can't jump
and my thoughts won't carry me further.
I can only move slowly in my sleep,
but time falls down ever so steadily.
The sand grains become mountains
and my dreams won't carry me further.
I am so tired,
but I need to quicken my pace
for I can only be creative until I'm surrounded by my desert.
why is there such a wall?
bricks of silence
too high to climb
too wide and long to walk around
the wall of indifference
too hard to bang my head against
too big to ignore
it shadows everything
why is there such a wall?
I don’t understand
I don’t………
at all
she’s not meaningless
she whispers to herself
she’s not too small
she shouts to her reflection
in the mirror of your eyes
the wall………..
the wall’s so cold
the wall’s made of ice
my name is Lydo. I'm currently working on my masters degree in philosophy and I hope I can work in the interdisciplinary field of cognitive science some time.
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Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
David Bowie, Marilyn Manson, Patti Smith
Favourite Books
The Heart is Deceitful Above all Things, When Rabbit Howls, Tod in Venedig, Human-Animal Studies
Hallo,
ich suche Jemanden der Lust hat gemeinsam selbstverfasste Texte musikalisch zu interpretieren (welches Intrument du mitbringst ist übrigens erstmal sekundär). Genremäßig bin ich da relativ flexibel. Es geht mir darum die Themen und Gefühle der Texte möglichst gut heraus zu bringen.
Wie du (zum Teil) an meinen Deviations sehen kannst, habe ich schon einige Gedichte geschrieben und arbeite momentan an einer Kurzgeschichte an der man sich orientieren könnte. Natürlich habe ich auch Interesse an deinen Texten und zusammen an etwas zu schreiben klingt für mich auch nach einer interessanten
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