| Guten Tag. Ich hab mir gedacht, das hier evtl. eine Seite für englisches 'Geschreibsel' Anklang fände. Darum probieren wir das doch einfach mal aus. Themenvorgaben gibt es ebensowenig, wie eine Beschränkung der Wortanzahl. Von euch Selbst und auf Englisch sollten die Texte/Gedichte etc. natürlich sein und der Name gehört selbstverständlich dran an eure Machwerke. So, dann wünsche ich allen Teilnehmenden recht viel Spaß beim Schreiben und möge die Muse mit euch sein! :) ZonKo (2003-06-07) Oppression How long will all this laughter last? How long am I supposed to suffer and keep silent? For the goals I still strive. Got puked out by the world decades ago and am doomed to failure ever since. People told me each single fault of mine over and over, still everything got comfortably numb when i started to accept my fate. Being this callous then, I subjected to your control. Lead this enslaved life until I couldn't suffer any more agonies and burst the chains you insidiously enchained me with. Now I'm standing here in front of you, filled with pleasant anticipation of what there is to come. As the cold steel touches my temple, I work up the courage to enforce my will for once. Been the jerk long enough. This time I won't obey your orders to neglect. This time I'll put on the madmans grin whilst you lose. Is this what I yearned for? The pain thrives even more as I manifest my victory. I leave the stage with a beat of the drum. Followed by redemptive silence. Forever. ZonKo (2003-10-15) Dem Chains They are all over your city today. Having spread like some sort of plague, they have established as an inherent part of the townscape. Shiny bright neon lights attract the interest of the pedestrian's eye and tempt to have a warm cup of coffee, a quick lunch or even a new dress. Carrying names like McDonalds?, Starbucks, Joop, Dunkin' Donuts, Gucci etc., they think of themselves as a blessing for mankind. In fact they help to decrease unemployment in the countries they have got stores in and donate money for charity purposes to appropriate organisations in order to help the people of the developing countries (that is how it is meant to be spent at least, heaven knows where it really ends up). As for most of the people, this ought to be called an act of real philanthropy. Bringing capital, wealth and comfort to their stores' regions, these chains are gladly seen by the mayors and other politicians profiting economically and socially from their existence. However, global chains are both a blessing and a curse since they have quite a share in the pollution of the cities, as well as exploitation of children (mainly in the developing countries, because for sure no one will hear their screams for human rights in our so-called civilised world), which is as despisable as it can possibly get. A chosen few wallow in money behind bulletproof glass, whilst others (mainly their employees) have to bend over backwards in order to make a living of their low life jobs, just to get their boss' fourth wife another crystal necklace. Besides these social evils, these chains are going to continue growing to conglomerates and therefore potential threats to the blind and politically inactive society of today. It's still getting worse and nobody knows, where this is heading to... In case someone does know in fact, it has to be a very depressed and despaired mind shedding oceans of tears. crime story (fragment) --NickK, 2004-03-04 16:54:23 (Thu) The last time I saw her alive, she still seemed happy. The next day I wanted to visit her, she was already dead. Policemen stood around her apartment, doing important things and eating donuts. An officer had called me since he found my mobile's number on a sketchbook she usually used to scribble thoughts. "555-42122 call him" - that was it. Except this sheet of fine paper, there was no letter and nothing else indicated why she did what she had done. To herself, to others. To me. Emptyness is what remained for now, and I understood how she had felt after her boyfriend quit her. That relationship only took some three or four weeks, but she already had knewn: That's the one I want to have children with. His leaving must have been a more devastating feat than she had wanted to admit. In fact, seeing her among that blood was a sign, something burning into my head. Deep. Too deep. Next day I woke up with headache from hell. Whiskey, beer, late night bars. I had to drown that picture out of my head. It didn't work at all. |