Nopes did not write this, since I can't write poems at all ;) It's from this cartoon As Told By Ginger. I found the english version and it turned out to be better then the dutch so I posted it here. I might have posted the dutch one before too though :) Just love this poem, one of the two poems I love :)
AH! You see I thouhgt I recognised it! It's that dark'ish poem she writes when her mom and teacher thinks she's depressed right? I saw it in Dutch once and this one made me think of it, but I thouhgt maybe youw ere just inspired by it ;).
Cool nevertheless :D
And why you say you cant write poems? You seem like someone who knows her way with words on paper to me :). Never wrote anything?
(*hopes this will post, since the message on you vacation-log didnt work out*
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I love this! Did you write it yourself?
wow!
(this is Lyz btw)
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Nopes did not write this, since I can't write poems at all ;) It's from this cartoon As Told By Ginger. I found the english version and it turned out to be better then the dutch so I posted it here. I might have posted the dutch one before too though :)
Just love this poem, one of the two poems I love :)
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Cool nevertheless :D
And why you say you cant write poems? You seem like someone who knows her way with words on paper to me :). Never wrote anything?
(*hopes this will post, since the message on you vacation-log didnt work out*
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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