My ordinary life
My ordinary life.
You know me as e verry special person.
You may call me te stranger of the night.
But I am just a person that is locked
in his ordinary life.
Now It is summer holiday
and I fucking hate summer...
So I get late up.
Like a Zombie, I walt to the bathroom.
Throw Water in my face.
Get woonded while shaving.
Just an ordinary day
of my ordinary life.
What do I do in one day?
At morning,
I read the newspaper.
Turn my Personal Computer on.
Read poems.
Writte some stuf.
Have some msn conversations.
Such an ordinary life...
In the afternoon
I go to city, by tram.
First the record-shops.
Maybe I buy something.
The Cure, Joy Division, Evanescence,...
Something dark.
Cause I'm only happy when the music's dark.
I'm suffering an ordinary live...
Then i go to the bookshops.
Buying some dark lecture.
The power of the dark words...
Meanwhile,
I sometimes stop in front of shoeshop.
I see that a nice lady fits long black leather boots.
Nachzehrer, prince of darkness,
stranger of the night,
wakes op in me for just a second.
Such an ordinary day.
My ordinary life.
Not a perfect life...
I go back home.
Just like alwys, i feel empty.
Something is missing.
But i don't know what...
I draw me back in my safe room.
Turn my TV on.
Wath the stocks and shairs.
Afther that the news and some MTV.
Evening dinner.
An ordinary family dinner.
Why do I feel me desgusting?
It's just an ordinary day...
I survive the evening
by reading some books.
Listen to some dark music.
Writting some dark text.
My ordinary life!
Wy do I hate my life?
Is it not the life everyone wants?
I take a nice warm bath.
Trie to find my real me.
Nachzehrer comes in my fantasy.
He says me wath to do.
How I once wil escape from this...
Ordinary life!
My ordinary life...
I feel me sick and tired.
I lock me up in my room.
Open my window to get some fresh air.
But it is getting dam cold in my room.
I put a thick pyjama-suit and a pair of socks on.
I hidde me unther my blanket.
And out of the darkness,
my dark alter-ego comes te me.
Nachzehrer, the prince of darkness.
The dominator of the dark desires.
And he said to me:
"Get out of you ordinazry life!
Follow me in the night.
My beautiful Black night..."
So I follow him.
I leave my ordinary life behind me.
And I become him...
I am become Nachzehrer.
You know me as e verry special person.
You may call me te stranger of the night.
But I am just a person that is locked
in his ordinary life.
Now It is summer holiday
and I fucking hate summer...
So I get late up.
Like a Zombie, I walt to the bathroom.
Throw Water in my face.
Get woonded while shaving.
Just an ordinary day
of my ordinary life.
What do I do in one day?
At morning,
I read the newspaper.
Turn my Personal Computer on.
Read poems.
Writte some stuf.
Have some msn conversations.
Such an ordinary life...
In the afternoon
I go to city, by tram.
First the record-shops.
Maybe I buy something.
The Cure, Joy Division, Evanescence,...
Something dark.
Cause I'm only happy when the music's dark.
I'm suffering an ordinary live...
Then i go to the bookshops.
Buying some dark lecture.
The power of the dark words...
Meanwhile,
I sometimes stop in front of shoeshop.
I see that a nice lady fits long black leather boots.
Nachzehrer, prince of darkness,
stranger of the night,
wakes op in me for just a second.
Such an ordinary day.
My ordinary life.
Not a perfect life...
I go back home.
Just like alwys, i feel empty.
Something is missing.
But i don't know what...
I draw me back in my safe room.
Turn my TV on.
Wath the stocks and shairs.
Afther that the news and some MTV.
Evening dinner.
An ordinary family dinner.
Why do I feel me desgusting?
It's just an ordinary day...
I survive the evening
by reading some books.
Listen to some dark music.
Writting some dark text.
My ordinary life!
Wy do I hate my life?
Is it not the life everyone wants?
I take a nice warm bath.
Trie to find my real me.
Nachzehrer comes in my fantasy.
He says me wath to do.
How I once wil escape from this...
Ordinary life!
My ordinary life...
I feel me sick and tired.
I lock me up in my room.
Open my window to get some fresh air.
But it is getting dam cold in my room.
I put a thick pyjama-suit and a pair of socks on.
I hidde me unther my blanket.
And out of the darkness,
my dark alter-ego comes te me.
Nachzehrer, the prince of darkness.
The dominator of the dark desires.
And he said to me:
"Get out of you ordinazry life!
Follow me in the night.
My beautiful Black night..."
So I follow him.
I leave my ordinary life behind me.
And I become him...
I am become Nachzehrer.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| vicky holvoet: | Vrijdag, augustus 11, 2006 10:48 |
| ''a normal day'' in this crazy f*cked up world . Tnx voor je reactie . Een hart die leeg is is voor mij een stenen hart van mij omdat ik niets meer voel je weet wel wat ik bedoel. And you know i like the dark stuff ;) Grtjs Vicky |
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| Littledolphin: | Donderdag, augustus 10, 2006 13:04 |
| i am spirituality herself indeed,mijn woorden die ik schrijf zijn mij gegeven door een hoger iets,het doel?...just to reach the hearts in a world from materialismn,to let love shine through...but you also gave me inspiration for the poem i wrote this night,called the ode to the stranger of the night...same thaughts on same day...destiny...i like your writing very much.liefs littlexxx | |
| Oorlam: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 14:09 |
| the happy goth!;-) aai, |
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| Oxygénée: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 13:59 |
| Joy division! subliem! |
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| de Bierkabouter: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 13:58 |
| Mea culpa: Mijn opmerking was geenszins kwetsend bedoeld. Ook ik heb respect en waardering voor types als Robert Smith, Ian Curtis en Adrian Borland, om de sterke platen die ze gemaakt hebben, maar ik hang m''n identiteit niet aan ze op, dus wellicht maakt dat het gemakkelijker voor mij. Koester het maar zorg voor een juiste balans, zoiets bedoelde ik. Bij mij werkt dit door afwisselend duistere melancholische muziek en mierzoete thaise hippie liedjes te draaien. Het was zeker geen aanval. |
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| KozMOCie: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 13:02 |
| hmm lonesome rider..hiden in the black desire..hmm nice nachzehrer |
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 12:57 |
| als je zegt: seconden kunnen uren lijken, reken dan maar es hoeveel seconden er in 4 maanden gaan, wat ondertussen nu al 12 maanden zijn. Maar ik begrijp wat je bedoelt.. écht verliefd? ik ook nog maar 1 keer..was hij verliefd op een ander..dus ja..love hurts!! |
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| de Bierkabouter: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 12:36 |
| waarom van die sombere muziek? je wilt toch niet einigen als Ian Curtis of nog erger...als Robert Smith, een vent van 47 met nog steeds oogschaduw op? draai eens een vrolijke plaat: Leef alleen om Ja te zeggen! |
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 12:29 |
| ..don''t think your the only one with an ordinary life.. I for one feel like a total stranger in my life.. amazingly written.. with feeling x! |
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| Littledolphin: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 12:27 |
| idd dat vrag ik mij af....but you aren t still near,not yet.my secret is still hidden...maybe we should once write s thing together,who knows?!keep on going...liefs littlexxx | |
| Littledolphin: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 12:07 |
| reactie-still miss a piece of the puzzle...my poem pices of me might be a key...liefs littlexxx | |
| Littledolphin: | Woensdag, augustus 09, 2006 12:02 |
| u touched me....intens nachtzehrer,really,but i don t think u r an ordinary person,liefs littlexxx | |
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| Auteur: Nachzehrer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 augustus 2006 | ||
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