Poem

[Makiki]

Ich muess das Gedicht fürd Matur interpretiere...


"Goodbye"
by Rosebud

Well maybe now I should just say goodbye
You used to be my friend
But I never felt I really was yours
So maybe this is the end.
I'm different from you, all of you
Each other we've never understood
I hope that if I do tell you goodbye
That it won't be for good.
Whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad
And you don't even care
I don't know why, I just want to cry
And someday I won't be there.
The streaks on my arm they've done me no harm
They're only made of pen
But once they are blood that turns brown like mud
They'll be there again and again.
If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too
But that doesn't really matter
Although when I hurt I feel like dirt
And my spirit's bruised and battered.
I do not know why it has to be so
I really wish it did not
But the way this has been going
it is basically shot.
You don't need me and we don't need we
And that's how I think I know why
These words are the ones I have to speak-
I love you, but goodbye.

Het öpper e Idee??

[Soriak]

Emo Gedicht fuer Matur? traurig, traurig.

The term "emo" has also been used in recent years on the Internet as a form of derogatory insult, especially toward those who appear emotionally unstable, or those who talk about issues in their lives to people in public forums or chat rooms.

Kommentieren wuerde ich das Gedicht mit einem link zu www.myspace.com und der Empfehlung (auch gleich fuer den Lehrer/die Lehrerin) einen Psychiater aufzusuchen.

Well maybe now I should just say goodbye
You used to be my friend
But I never felt I really was yours
So maybe this is the end.
I'm different from you, all of you
Each other we've never understood
I hope that if I do tell you goodbye
That it won't be for good.
Whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad
And you don't even care
I don't know why, I just want to cry
And someday I won't be there.

Blabla, Schluss mit dem Freund (ist wohl eine Frau, wobei man das bei denen oft nicht sagen kann), fuehlt sich nicht verstanden, Gefuehle werden ignoriert, jetzt ist sie immer traurig und denkt an Selbstmord.

The streaks on my arm they've done me no harm
They're only made of pen
But once they are blood that turns brown like mud
They'll be there again and again.
If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too
But that doesn't really matter
Although when I hurt I feel like dirt
And my spirit's bruised and battered.

Hat mit einem Stift Selbstmord "Szenarien" gespielt. Sie fuehlt sich wie Dreck... sorry, ich habe Mitleid mit euch

I do not know why it has to be so
I really wish it did not
But the way this has been going
it is basically shot.
You don't need me and we don't need we
And that's how I think I know why
These words are the ones I have to speak-
I love you, but goodbye.

Machtlos, ratlos, alles vorbei - goodbye.


Am Ende wuerde ich deiner Antwort dieses Bild beilegen:



Emos aus dem Genpool

[Soriak]

Haha, der hit - war ein Mann, ansonsten hatte ich aber recht

Google findet alles:

This poem was written just today (4/18/99) for a friend of mine. She and I just are totally not on the same wavelength. I feel she doesn't need me. I used to tell her everything and now we sometimes don't even say hello anymore. I haven't showed her this poem and I don't know if I ever will (it was a way for me to release my feelings). I hope things get back to normal between us, because if I ever do tell her goodbye I will miss her terribly.

http://www.netpoets.com/poems/lost/0227006.htm

edit: gib mir mal den Vornahmen deines Lehrer/deiner Lehrerin... mal sehen ob er/sie in den Kommentaren etwas geschrieben hat, bzw ob sich ein sonstiger Eintrag dieser "Lehrperson" zu dem Gedicht finden laesst.

[Makiki]

Haha, der hit - war ein Mann, ansonsten hatte ich aber recht

Google findet alles:

This poem was written just today (4/18/99) for a friend of mine. She and I just are totally not on the same wavelength. I feel she doesn't need me. I used to tell her everything and now we sometimes don't even say hello anymore. I haven't showed her this poem and I don't know if I ever will (it was a way for me to release my feelings). I hope things get back to normal between us, because if I ever do tell her goodbye I will miss her terribly.

http://www.netpoets.com/poems/lost/0227006.htm

Merci viel mol!!