Breathe, the panda makes it look cute. :)

When it seems
that all stones,
are on my road,
I inboard in train
to Nowhere
and watch the light mirages
behind the windows.

But when I start
my own way again,
edges of rocks
seem even sharper,
so I like the most.
to stand in the station
so long that
I forget if I have returned
or yet have to leave.

... A very very wuick translation that is very very bad but I am tired so excuse my language... i hope the main diea gets trough to you. ><

Originally Posted by sadrain

When it seems
that all stones,
are on my road,
I inboard in train
to Nowhere
and watch the light mirages
behind the windows.

But when I start
my own way again,
edges of rocks
seem even sharper,
so I like the most.
to stand in the station
so long that
I forget if I have returned
or yet have to leave.

... A very very wuick translation that is very very bad but I am tired so excuse my language... i hope the main diea gets trough to you. ><

I like it a lot.

It's not a bad translation to me, although I do not know what the original version said. xD
Beautiful poem, Saddie, especially the 'so long that I forget if I have returned or yet have to leave' part. <3

Hey everyone. *Distracted big time by desert*

Hey Hope.

@Kirin: *grins* I got mine from hawaii. ;D Or it was sent from there, at least.

Hey Red. Welcome back. <3

@Tipping Mine came to me from a friend in Canada who went to Brock.

Seems that the conversation died. -frowns-

This way we'll never reach page 4000 before new year. xD

Thank you both. <3

There is another:

Tonight
I want
to steal
World's Clock,
stop the time
and wander the paths
that have disappeared
even in humans memory.

Tonight
I want
to ignore
Worlds Chronicker,
forget the centruies
and wander
the street reflections
in mirrors' memories.

Tonight
I want
to keep
Wold's Time
for my self,
so that I could quietly,
imperceptibly
melt out of it's memory.

Originally Posted by sadrain

Thank you both. <3

There is another:

Tonight
I want
to steal
World's Clock,
stop the time
and wander the paths
that have disappeared
even in humans memory.

Tonight
I want
to ignore
Worlds Chronicker,
forget the centruies
and wander
the street reflections
in mirrors' memories.

Tonight
I want
to keep
Wold's Time
for my self.
so that I could quietly,
imperceptibly
melt out of it's memory.

another gorgeous one.

I agree. The only things are that if you end for my self in the fourth-last line with a period, the so in the next line should start with a capital. it's in the last line should be its.

Further it's beautiful. <3

Don't know if anybody saw the miniseries Tin Man but I adore it. This is the start of a fanfic I plan on finishing someday.

Glitch walked through the palace lost in his own mind. He spent a lot of his time in this state. Today he was contemplating how his life had changed in the annual since the witch was defeated. Well the major change he had noticed had been his feelings for Wyatt Cain. When they had first met he hadn’t thought much of the former Tin Man. In fact he had thought he was an arrogant, cold hearted man. But in some ways, even then, he couldn’t blame him. Cain had lost much standing up to the witch and her Long Coats. He had lost his wife and, for the longest time he he had thought he had lost his son as well. So, no, he couldn’t blame the man for being a bit cold. But over time as they traveled together he had found himself becoming more attracted to the man. And it wasn’t just a physical attraction, though that was there, it was something deeper. It was something that he couldn’t explain.

Don't know the miniseries good enough to judge the idea for it, sorry.

Wow. Maxed out on both mule and main for the first time in months.

Thank you very much. <33 This is old one and the only one thats an actual song... I still hear its melody in my head. >< (And I accidenally made it full stop, not comma. XD It was supposed to be comma)

Walk away,
with feet in the sky
and head on the ground.
Tripping over the clouds,
find what seems the most important
And turn it into ashes.

Dream from afar
because at close everything is
white painted shadows
in mirrors of illusion
and nothing,
and nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Walk away,
with head in the skies
and feet on the gound.
Tripping over the stones,
find what seems the smallest
And fall in love with it.

Hate at close
because from afar evrything is
worthy of flames
when forgotten by others,
but nothing,
but nothing
can be reborn from ashes.

Return,
flying betwen the sky and the earth,
found nothing else than
shadows reflection in sun
And forget it.

Return,
lost in Nothingness
and watch how the loner wind
chases away the last ashes
when nothing,
when nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Originally Posted by sadrain

Thank you very much. <33 This is old one and the only one thats an actual song... I still hear its melody in my head. >< (And I accidenally made it full stop, not comma. XD It was supposed to be comma)

Walk away,
with feet in the sky
and head on the ground.
Tripping over the clouds,
find what seems the most important
And turn it into ashes.

Dream from afar
because at close everything is
white painted shadows
in mirrors of illusion
and nothing,
and nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Walk away,
with head in the skies
and feet on the gound.
Tripping over the stones,
find what seems the smallest
And fall in love with it.

Hate at close
because from afar evrything is
worthy of flames
when forgotten by others,
but nothing,
but nothing
can be reborn from ashes.

Return,
flying betwen the sky and the earth,
found nothing else than
shadows reflection in sun
And forget it.

Return,
lost in Nothingness
and watch how the loner wind
chases away the last ashes
when nothing,
when nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

I have to say this is by far my favorite.

Better than the other two - and they were not bad (rather lovely, actually) either - but it has several typos in it. D'you want me to correct them for you? <3

Okay, I think I should stop for tonight. If you ever want to read some other of my poems, just tell me and I will translate some. ^^

I don't know Tin Man, too. D: I write only Labyrinth Fan Fics. ><

Oh, thank you Kirin. <3 I do like it a lot, too. I had taken break from poem writing (well, a bit forced one but thats another story) for about 3 years and this was my first poem after those years... I wrote it in last Semptember. While other poems get out of my "mental cycle" after a while and I don't like them as much anymore, this is still very important one for me.

EDIT: Sellie, you can correct them, for sure. This was an older, mroe careful translation I found. Those two were a quick job. x3

Tin Man is the awesome!

Walk away,
with feet in the sky
and head on the ground.
Tripping over the clouds,
find what seems the most important
And turn it into ashes. - and can be capitalized, but not necessary.

Dream from afar
because at close everything is
white painted shadows
in mirrors of illusion
and nothing,
and nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Walk away,
with head in the skies
and feet on the ground. - missed an r. ;)
Tripping over the stones,
find what seems the smallest
And fall in love with it.

Hate at close
because from afar everything is - missed an e. ;)
worthy of flames
when forgotten by others,
but nothing,
but nothing
can be reborn from ashes.

Return,
flying between the sky and the earth, - missed an e
found nothing else than
shadows reflection in sun - either shadow's reflection (=reflection of the shadow), shadows' reflection (=reflection of the shadows) or shadows reflecting
And forget it.

Return,
lost in Nothingness - Nothingness is not necessary with capital, but can be
and watch how the loner wind - I'd say lone wind, but loner can as well
chases away the last ashes
when nothing,
when nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Corrected. ;)

*rolls around*

Hey TTH. <3

Hi Everyone, man i have not been on here for awhile, i missed you all. What's up?

Hey Sarah. <3