Scoops Geschichten und englische Gedichte (Explict)

SC00PTRX

For the better.

Your hand slips out of mine,
your eyes stare at me in a straight line.
Your words are as cold as ice,
your fingers have slipped the dice.

My reign is over,
I no longer am your lover,
my world is broken,
my heart was your token.

I crashed willingly into disaster,
my mind now moves all that bit faster.
I have to leave behind what has been,
look ahead and pick up a face to be seen.

I stretch out my hand to the sky,
it hurts to look up I can not deny,
but fuck it's time to make a statement,
take on the world in one movement.

I AM a statue of greatness,
I AM a symbole of sadness,
I AM a revolutonairy of emotions,
I AM a redeemer of nominations.

It's time to no longer let this slip,
I have to move on and get a grip,
for it is I who they are waiting for,
for it is my name they chant in choir.

I am NO push over,
I'm just your Ex-Lover!
I am NO boy toy,
I just brought you joy!

For a moment so incredible,
for a compassion so deniable,
for a relationship so intense,
for a break-up so nonsense.

So I shall raise my fist into the air,
So I shall raise my voice as this heir,
So I shall raise my head to the sky,
So I shall raise my wings to fly.

THIS is for the better,
Read THIS as a letter,
Remembers THIS as my word,
REMEMBER THIS as my cord.

I AM the meaning of BETTER,
I AM the score settler.

For the better,
no more chatter.
I broke free.
I'm trying to flee.

No more set backer,
it's gonna be for the better.

SC00PTRX

Waiting.

The wind blows over the field,
the sun shines with yield.
My eyes are shining,
I had the perfect timing.

But after being patient,
I realize you're lightly latent.
I check the watch,
I've been standing two horus batch.

It's not the first time I'm set up,
I've stood out in rain, cold wondering 'sup?
Three times already and I still wait.
But don't worry about being late...

Maybe on our next date,
you're not gonna be late,
because I'm not gonna be there waiting,
because is it really never to late to be dating?



Text&Photograph by SC00P...

SC00PTRX

Change of heart.

Look at him there on the dance floor,
isn't that the guy who's a male whore?
Isn't that the dude who fucked Daniela?
Isn't that the man who betrayed Angela?

We heared stories and rumours about me,
things to which I never stood up or flee'.
We all said stuff about my love life,
we all heared stuff about my 'drive'.

Hell, not one of us knows what I know,
None of us can see further than we throw.
So I may have kissed and shagged a few gal's,
but does it justify to call me 'thinking ball's'?

I pass my girls on the street and they see,
a man they trusted and loved but clearly,
they never really knew me or saw my true colors,
because they all tell rumours and lies as my ex-lovers.

Is it wrong to not know what love is?
Is it wrong to not know of stuff like this?
I question you if you truely know love,
because you never gave me a chance to prove.

I won't say your wrong about me or the stories,
because the more stories are told in diaries,
the sooner I shall become a myth and legend,
walking the street and known as a trend.

So go on and tell your story,
tell them about me as a trophy.
Tell them about our moments of happiness,
but ignore my face and the sadness.

Because I had a change of heart,
I just realized it too late like a retard.
But tell the 'cool' stories of my faith,
I'll be letting a tear drop knowing it's too late.

You know, I can tell you now,
you may think of me low,
but an image is an image,
reflecting nothing but one single page.

Author: SC00PTRX

Neversaynever

wow scoop, wunderschön! deine gedichte/gschichten gefallen mir einfach immer sehr!

SC00PTRX

Danke schön Neversaynever.

Habe deine neusten Texte ebenfalls gelesen und musst wieder anerkennend nicken. Speziell You are the reason hat mir gefallen, obwohl du 2 Sprachen miteinander vermischt hast.

Nach wie vor, freue ich mich weiterhin auch von deiner Feder wieder zu lesen.

(Hehe, hätte ich wohl in dein Thread posten sollen? ^^)

SC00PTRX

Smile.

An emotion stronger than pain,
a visual effect more powerful than insane.
A hormone surged motion of muscle,
a missing piece in every puzzle.

When you smile my way,
I stop in my walk just to stay.
To see you smile at me,
smile so completly free.

Your smile shows no sadness,
it shows no flaw or madness.
It reflects your inner soul,
mirroring your dream and goal.

It's so incredible and fascinating,
it redeems my mood when I'm hesitating.
It's so very beautiful that it touches my heart,
I'd wish that your smile would be a forever-memory-part.

What ever you do I pleed to you,
never lose that smile which is true.
Never forget what it means to me,
never forget what it's impact was for a degree.

I love your smile I can not lie,
you have a smile worthy to die.
Because it let my lips dance,
as you forced me to smile like in trance...

SC00PTRX

So, für einmal schreibe ich wieder Deutsch.... ^^

Der Moment.

Mein Atem verlässt langsam meinen Mund,
um mich herum zieht der Nebel um, es ist frühe Stund'.
Ich lehne mich zurück gegen die morsche Bank,
meine braune Augen starren in die ferne blank.

Ein Sonnenstrahl bricht durch die Nebelschicht,
blendet mich und lässt verblassen meine Sicht.
Gänsehügel bilden sich auf meiner weissen Haut,
verwöhnt gebe ich einen seufzenden Laut.

Der Wind weht durch mein braunes Haar,
trägt Gedanken an das ehemalige Paar.
Der Schatten von ihr sitzt noch neben mir,
her ists Monate; Um genau zu sein vier.

Der See vor mir reflektiert die Bäume,
meine Augen wiederspiegeln meine Träume.
Ich vergesse den Wald um mich,
erinnere mich an sie&ich.

Doch vergangen ist diese Zeit,
verknüpft mit Liebe und Leid.
Doch die Erinnerung daran bleibt,
in diesem Moment alles andere vertreibt.

SC00PTRX

Picking the fight.

You try and insult me,
try to take grandure,
something that's never gonna be,
because you discount your failure.

Credit to you and those who fell,
for we're not gonna go down,
with you when your the ring of the bell,
from the small hall of town.

We picked the words right,
to knock you out without violence,
that's how we pick our fight,
without the aggressive tendence.

Your shocked and stunned,
blame you not for your primitive way,
thinking in forms of knifing and gunned,
to watch us dying in puddles of blood as we lay.

It's not gonna happen with us,
we're not crawling tonight,
because we fought back 'Pus',
because we picked the fight.

Sweetwitch29

Hab auch eine Geschichte, wenn ich die hier rein machen darf. :-) wenn nicht, schon mal Sorry


DIE LIEBE UND DER WAHNSINN


Es wird erzählt, dass alle Gefühle und Qualitäten
des Menschen ein Treffen hatten.
Als die Langeweile zum dritten Mal gähnte,
schlug der Wahnsinn wie immer gewitzt vor:
"Lasst uns verstecken spielen"
Die Intrige hob die Augenbraue
und die Neugierde konnte sich nicht mehr zurückhalten
und fragte:" Verstecken, was ist das?"

"Das ist ein Spiel" sagte der Wahnsinn
"Ich verdecke mein Gesicht und fange an zu zählen,
von 1 bis 1Million. Inzwischen versteckt Ihr Euch.
Wenn ich das Zählen beendet habe, wird der letzte den ich finde
von Euch meinen Platz einnehmen um das Spiel fort zusetzen."

Die Begeisterung und die Euphorie tanzten vor Freude.
Die Freude machte so viele Sprünge, dass sie den letzten Schritt tat,
um den Zweifel zu überzeugen und sogar die Gleichgültigkeit,
die sonst an nichts Interesse zeigte, machte mit.

Aber nicht alle wollten mitmachen:
Die Wahrheit bevorzugte es sich nicht zu verstecken, wozu auch?
Zum Schluss würde man sie immer entdecken
und der Stolz meinte, das es ein dummes Spiel wäre,
(im Grunde ärgerte er sich nur, das die Idee nicht von ihm kam)
und die Feigheit zog es vor, nichts zu riskieren.

"eins, zwei, drei,......."der Wahnsinn begann zu zählen.
Als erstes versteckte sich die Trägheit,
die sich wie immer hinter den ersten Stein fallen ließ.
Der Glaube stieg zum Himmel empor
und die Eifersucht versteckte sich im Schatten des Triumphes,
der es aus eigener Kraft geschafft hatte,
bis zur höchsten Baumkrone zugelangen.
Die Großzügigkeit schaffte es kaum, sich selber zu verstecken,
da sie bei allen Verstecken die sie fand glaubte,
ein wunderbares Versteck für einen ihrer Freunde gefunden zu haben.

Ein kristallklarer See........ein wunderbares Versteck für die Schönheit.
Eine dunkle Höhle............ein perfektes Versteck für die Angst.
Der Flug eines Schmetterlings.........das Beste für die Wollust.
Ein Windstoß...........großartig für die Freiheit,
so versteckte sie sich auf einem Sonnenstrahl.
Der Egoismus dagegen fand von Anfang an einen sehr guten Ort,
luftig und gemütlich.........aber nur für ihn.
Die Lüge verstecke sich auf dem Meeresgrund
(stimmt nicht, in Wirklichkeit verstecke sie sich hinter dem Regenbogen).

Die Leidenschaft und das Verlangen im Zentrum der Vulkane.
Die Vergesslichkeit.....ich habe vergessen, wo sie sich versteckte,
aber das ist auch nicht so wichtig.

Als der Wahnsinn"999 999" zählte, hatte die Liebe noch kein Versteck gefunden.
Alle Plätze schienen besetz zu sein,
...bis sie den Rosenstrauch entdeckte
und gerührt beschloss sich in der Blüte zu verstecken.

"Eine Million", zählte der Wahnsinn und begann zu suchen.
Die erste, die entdeckt wurde, war die Trägheit,
nur drei schritte, vom ersten Stein entfernt.
Da nach hörte man den Glauben, der im Himmel mit Gott über Theologie diskutierte.
Das Verlangen und die Leidenschaft, hörte man im Vulkan vibrieren.
In einem unachtsamen Moment fand er die Eifersucht
und so natürlich auch den Triumph.
Den Egoismus brauchte er gar nicht zu suchen,
ganz allein kam er aus seinem Versteck heraus,
das sich als Bienen Nest entpuppt hatte.

Vom vielen laufen bekam er Durst und als er sich dem See näherte,
entdeckte er die Schönheit.
Mit dem Zweifel, war es noch einfacher,
ihn entdeckte er auf einem Zaun sitzend,
weil er sich nicht entscheiden konnte,
auf welcher Seite, er sich verstecken sollte.
So fand er einen nach dem anderen, das Talent im frischen Gras
und die Angst in einer dunklen Höhle.

Nur die Liebe tauchte nirgendwo auf.
Der Wahnsinn suchte sie überall. Auf jedem Baum,
in jedem Bach dieses Planeten, auf jedem Berg
und als er schon aufgeben wollte, erblickte er die Rosen.

Mit einem Stöckchen fing er an, die Zweige zu bewegen,
bis ein schmerzlicher Schrei aufkam.
Die Dornen hatte der Liebe die Augen ausgestochen.
Der Wahnsinn war hilflos und wusste nicht,,
wie er seine Tat wieder gutmachen konnte.
Er fing an zu weinen und entschuldigte sich.
Er versprach Ihr, für immer Ihr Blindenführer zu sein.

Seit dieser Zeit, seit das erste Mal auf Erden Verstecken gespielt wurde,
ist die liebe Blind und der Wahnsinn immer Ihr Begleiter

SC00PTRX

Die Geschichte gefällt mir - Macht mir auch nichts aus wenn sie hier drin steht.

SC00PTRX

Endless thoughts.

Consumed with devinity and curiosity,
I push forward through all velocity.
I try to accelerate in my own way,
bound here on earth to stay.

I follow the path of a trail,
takes me over land, road and rail.
The success of my self-assigned mission,
is uncertain as my devotions submission.

These thoughts in my head,
they carry me on until I'll be dead.
I take no remorse to stop for a second,
I need these answers from the bottom of the pond.

So I take my chance for a last shot,
get my mind steaming hot,
I point out to finally grant my task,
I open my mouth to finally ask:

What does love mean to you?
What do I symbolize for those few?
Where will all of this lead me to?
What places will I have to go through?

But the accused and appointed stay silent,
ignoring my questions directed to their tent.
I'll never hold these answers that I seek,
will I only see the questions solved in death's creek?

SC00PTRX

A Dream.

I touch your cheek and lips,
I stroke your neck with my finger tips.
I rest my arms around your waiste,
I smell the sweet aroma of your taste.

I rest my head against your forehead,
I let you take my hands and let you lead.
I raise my head to look into your eyes,
I'm dazzled by the beauty color of the skies.

I move forward to touch your lips,
I rest my hands up on your hips.
I kiss you - Only to wake up.
I miss you - It was only a dream's cup.

Neversaynever

ups erst jetzt gsehen wow danke vielmals und deine neuen gedichte sind wieder *atemberaubend* ! Bin auch (mehr als stiller mitleser) deine Geschichte am mitverfolgen, und ich bewundere dich, für deine Durchaltewille und dein glauben an das gute. Wünsch mir mega für dich dass es so kommt wie du es gerne möchtest!

Auf jeden Fall freue ich mich schon auf deine nächsten Gedichte-

SC00PTRX

Hallo Neversaynever.

Danke erstmals für das Kompliment, werde in nächster Zeit wohl wieder mehr solche Texte verfassen und hier aufzeigen. - Und danke vielmals auch für dein mitlesen im Thread. Was sich da ergeben wird, kommen kann, werden wir noch alle sehen... Aber ich hoffe ebenfalls, dass es so kommt, wie ich es gerne hätte.

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The Hope.

Late at night I lay awake,
listening to every breath I take.
The moon shines through my window,
for a second I stop breathing to swallow.

My inner eye is focused up on the memory,
of what my past had and the times of savory.
I picture how the present is right now&here,
realizing that I want to spend the future with you, my dear.

Within my chest this feeling burns,
it changes from hot to cold in turns.
I know that there is a new chance,
a situation I need to enhance.

It's called hope I know,
carrys one up from a very low.
I smile and feel my eyes tear,
because I think of you, my dear.

Memories&feelings all spill into one,
as well as the bad ones, like when you're gone.
But I think of your sweet voice,
as well as your choice.

I can not say for sure,
but I know this love's pure.
So as I lay in my stash of dope,
I cash in my last chip for hope.

The hope that we once again shall be,
that of all the men, the one you want is me.
I chip what I have to finally grope,
what I have for us; Hope.

SC00PTRX

Save us.

The fire have reached our life now,
it burns with spirit&will not to bow.
We're stuck within these flames,
it burns to destroy what it craves.

Our eyes are glassed with distrust,
we can feel eachothers frust.
We blame one another to treaty fault,
every word forced like a gun's bolt.

Can't we see what has happened to us?
Can't we see that we really need trust?
Is it really too late to catch the last bus?
Is it really too late to cash out our bust?

If you are still listening to my voice,
consider the past and make your choice,
help me scream it out into the night's just;
Please, just reach us your hand and save us!

We won't take anymore down fall's;
We won't accept anymore down call's!
We will stand together and make this work,
We shall pull out the wrong like a cork.

We both stop at eachother with the cuss,
holding hands we both plead 'Save us'.

SC00PTRX

Righter of wrong,
fighter for the gone,
idealist for the youth,
realist of truth.

~Sc00pTrX~

Güetzi

Auch von mir ein Kompliment für deine Texte. Beeindruckend wie du die englische Sprache beherrscht!

Gruss vom Güetzi

Marco1984

Hey Sc00p,

Kompliment wie du deine Gefühle in Worte fassen kannst. Vielleicht sollte ich das
auch mal versuchen. Bin im Moment für jede Art der Selbsttherapie dankbar...

SC00PTRX

Ja Hallo Güetzi!

Dich habe ich schon in deinem eigenen Thread vermisst.

Die englische Sprache wurde mir wortwörtlich in die Wiege gelegt als Kind; Mutter ist halbe Engländerin und es war die erste Sprache die ich erlernte. (Schrieben und lesen musste ich mir aber selber beibringen. )

Danke Marco, nett, dass du auch mal vorbeischaust. Es freut mich, wenn Leute die Gefühle auch erkennen.

Es hilft wirklich, man kann sich die Frust in einer kreativen Art&Weise von der Seele schreiben und man wird sich selber auch bewusst, man fühlt.

Versuche es doch mal, kann ich wirklich nur empfehlen.

SC00PTRX

Key to my heart.

I've travelled over waste lands,
I've rested me head in your hands,
but only ever did I do so in my dreams,
whilst around me I could hear the wind's screams.

My feet have carried me over dead stones,
My eyes have seen many left over bones.
It seems like I have been traveling forever,
my destination I haven't reached; Never.

I have reached highest of mountains,
I have washed my body in the clearest fountains.
But every beauty of the nature has died,
since I've ever been touched by you inside.

My path has gone into the deepest valley,
My fingers have touched stones of greates value.
But my head ignored the beauty because of you,
my surrounding feels no longer true.

I have drank out of the cleanest river,
I have slept in the coldest shiver.
Yet the warmth of my heart,
is with the day I remember us start.

I have prayed in the mightiest chapels,
I have worn the most expensive labels.
But nothing of it has been worth,
because you're my most precious on earth.

The day you left me behind,
was the day I turned blind.
It was the day my search began,
for what I left within your han'.

The key to my heart was gone,
my heart locked and sealed long done.
Since the day I had seen your smile,
my heart beat for you, every mile.

Will I ever retrieve the key,
I shall not know until that very day,
when I hold you again in my arms,
after miles travled over plains.

For I no longer need the key,
with or without you I am free.
But my heart will always be yours,
for I loved and still love you, my dears....

SC00PTRX

Losing my grip.

The wave's beneath the cliff crash against the rocks,
the rain, falling heavy from above, has wet my socks.
The light house far away in the fog of the evening,
lit bright and guided through storms brewing.

The wind howled loud and tried to triumph,
over the nose of the ocean far below in the slump,
of dark green and grey as the water seemed to be.
A part of wood was shredded against the rock, what seemed to used to be a tree.

My fingers clutch to the cliff's edge,
my lips move whispering words of pledge.
I feel that I'm losing my grip,
any moment now I'll slip.

I turn my head to look down below,
the events of what have passed flicker by like a show.
I know that it's my own fault that I'm hanging here,
instead of holding your hand out on that peer.

My fingers snap off the cold and wet stone,
I fall down towards the dark and grey tone.
I lost my grip for a moment of grandeur,
to smell not only roses but also lavandeur.

My body is nothing anymore in this elapse of time,
my efforts were wasted up on any action that brought shame.
But thank god I know one thing, that it's soon over...
And that I truely lost my grip as your lover.

SC00PTRX

SC00PTRX

I roll up my shirt's sleeves,
I read what another achives.
I reply to any kind of problem,
I always try to solve them.

My avatar picture always is the same,
me with sunglasses like I've got fame.
Looking over to the side with coolness,
as if I never had any kind of troubles.

I've prestidged through my words of advice,
I've accompanied people with guidance.
Every line I read seems like a piece of paper,
written in black&white by the creater.

Yet every person is troubled by something,
nobody can take every hit without feelin' anything.
I realize that it's been a half year that I've been an ex.
It's been half a year in which I've been livin' as SC00PTRX.

But today it's finally gonna be my day.
I hope to find clarity in word's she'll say.
I'm not depending on anyone's post,
but only from hearing words through the frost...

einsame Wölfin

hope you got what you need, really indeed -
I read every word and feel that you are hurt
so deep inside your soul but for shure you are
not a fool

to feel like you do and like it will ever be.

Hope she hears you, speaking the words
you need to be free !

Keep your heart and your mind,
it´s a special gift to be a freak

SC00PTRX

So tell me now...

We've talked for hours, minutes and seconds,
our voices carry up and out the door as sounds.
I'm frustrated by the entire situation,
you're causing mutaliation.

But I seem to linger in the doorway,
not willing to leave yet willing to stay.
You say words that confuse me,
but I'll stay unmoveable like a tree.

Once you've told me what you think,
I sigh and let my head sink.
I look in your eyes in my distinctive bow
and I say: You've said how it is, so tell me now...

What do you think, that I asked her...?

Honey91

The right

When the sun leaves the sky
the last sunray's hits your eye
The last warmth crawls over your skin
as also the last blue line grows thin

You stand alone and wait
the clock's time slowly turning to eight
You feel the chill and coolness
because you know of the right, you're a witness

But it's okay and you're not afraid
because the right has come as it was said
And it's not all too bad and dark
because the moon lights hope and shows stark

SC00PTRX

So tell me now... Verse IIII

If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Can't you hear my heart beat so loud?
Girl, I don't hate you at all,
but you're causing my fall.

SC00PTRX

When ice melts.

A frozen and cold place is where ice exists,
from a thousand years it begun it's lists,
the lists of the places to find the frozen water,
a place where temperatures have turned colder.

The only thing that can break the ice,
is when the sun rays bring down the price.
For decades would the ice stand still,
until the sun turned monuments into something ill.

Destroyed is the beauty of nature,
by an equal in labor.
But the sun always returns,
whilst ice lives once and then burns.

So what if the ice reflected love as a feeling,
whilst the sun reflected egoistic dwelling?
Is it true that love can be destroyed,
can we say it's after hate has been deployed?

What if the sun was love though,
whilst ice was the beauty of through?
Could it be that love destroyes one,
taking the beauty and leaving it gone?

Maybe though in the end,
ice is ice my friend.
The sun is the sun,
thinkin' else would be dumb.

SC00PTRX

If.

If my child asked me one day,
'Dad, did you ever pray?'
I would tell him in all honesty,
'Son, I've never been one for amnesty.'

If my wife would ask me ever:
'Do you love me or are you just a lover?'
I would hold her and assure her:
'I always haved loved you, ma chére'

If my best friend would ask me in a weird way:
'Dude, have you ever doubted being my homie.'
I would laugh whilst sipping my beer to reply:
'If I'd say yes, I'd have to admit it was a lie.'

If my boss would ever come to me and ask:
'Son, have you ever been achieving your task?'
I'd lay away my pen and look him to say:
'Sir, I complete my work every day.'

But these are all hypocritcally measurements,
caused by sudden rush of unsettlements.
It seems one asks a lot of questions with if,
but the answer so it seems never will give.

SC00PTRX

Wrap it up.

10 PM in the night and my phone starts to ring,
my homie from downtown calls me for something.
I'm called out to the street and I head off to the meeting point.
Whilst on my way I pull out a fresh, nice rolled little joint.

I light the joint up,
watch the burnt tip,
let it start to smoke,
expecting some lame joke.

I inhale the drug,
push in the ear plug,
shutting my eyes,
my brain fries.

Reaching my destination on time I settle down to wait,
around here it's usual for my people to seemingly run late.
Because we all know eachother around here so it's no wonder,
that we stop when seeing one another to gossip, talk and ponder.
So he runs late but I don't get any harsh feelings towards him,
becaused after all he rang me out to let me know somethin'.

We greet per hand check,
salute one another on deck,
perform a oneshouldred hug,
release and take tug,
by the hand as it's done,
a homie greet for fun.

I check his style,
it's swift as 911 dial,
fresh and nice,
like pash 6 in dice.

So we settle down now in our part of town to talk,
I let him formulate some without asking for a walk,
because I know him and I know he needs his time,
to get sensible and clean to remove from his words the crime.
For you know how it is with homies and friends,
they all talk shit when we hit a few bends.
But I let him do the talk before he starts to accuse wrongfully,
because he only calls me out to talk about something meaningfully.

I listen to the words,
contemplate the worse,
remember the good,
take the spud.
I arrange the thought,
hear out what's to sort.
I wait for a pause,
show my exhauste.
With just one advice,
it all seems nice,
so that's it; it's a wrap
with a short styled rap.

SC00PTRX

I'm leaving.

I greet the woman at the desk,
smiling at her as she follows through the check.
Indeed I am Mr. SC00PTRX and flying away,
I'm still hoping that there's no delay.

I grab my back-pack and slalomboard,
watching the suitcase get carried aboard.
I sigh and look down at the ticket in my hand,
the little paper that will take me to another land.

A few days ago I had written a text,
told you where I was off to next.
I let you know that I wasn't coming home,
asked if you'd come along so I wouldn't be alone.

I never got a clear answer or message,
not even a little good bye package.
I kinda still kept an eye out for you,
expecting to get my dreams come true.

I ponder in front of the exit to the gate,
I wonder how long I should stay and wait.
I look down the big hall of Zurich airport,
the last place where you could have been escort.

I let my head hang as I pass through the glass wall,
this time nothing can impress me in the pretty hall.
I pull out my iPhone and start to write,
'I'm sorry, I guess it just isn't right'.

So I left that day and we never talked,
because I took the decision and walked.
Today I never will know what went wrong,
but at least the memory became a song.