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Subway to Sally

Autor:  Renraven
Eisblumen

Der Tag flieht eilig aus der Stadt, sie trinkt sich an den Schatten satt
Und gibt ihr wares Antlitz preis, die Pfützen schimmern schon wie Eis
Am Himmel glänzt ein Silberstreif, der Abend wandelt Tau zu Reif
Die Bleichheit die von unsren Wangen schneit, macht uns wie Engel schön
Sie sollten auf die Knie gehen und beten, dass der Mond verhangen bleibt


Wir sind wie Eisblumen, wir blühen in der Nacht
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, viel zu schön für den Tag
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, kalt und schwarz ist unsre Macht
Eisblumen blühen in der Nacht


Der Morgen wandelt Reif zu Tau, der Tag macht alles grell und rau
Wir kleiden uns Traurigkeit, doch geht der Tag kommt unsre Zeit
Wer leuchten will der pflegt das Licht, wer schaut der Nacht ins Angesicht?
Die Bleichheit die von unsren Wangen schneit, macht uns wie Engel schön
Sie werden auf die Knie gehen und beten, dass der Mond verhangen bleibt


Wir sind wie Eisblumen, wir blühen in der Nacht
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, viel zu schön für den Tag
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, kalt und schwarz ist unsre Macht
Eisblumen blühen in der Nacht.

Wir sind wie Eisblumen, wir blühen in der Nacht
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, viel zu schön

Wir sind wie Eisblumen, wir blühen in der Nacht
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, viel zu schön für den Tag
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, kalt und schwarz ist unsre Macht
Eisblumen blühen viel zu schön für den Tag

Wir sind wie Eisblumen, wir blühen in der Nacht
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, viel zu schön für den Tag
Wir sind wie Eisblumen, kalt und schwarz ist unsre Macht
Eisblumen blühen in der Nacht

Mal wieder n paar Tests

Autor:  Renraven
Update, neue dazu gekommen..

What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))
People see calmness in your eyes. You like to keep
cool in a crisis. You know that if you don't
panic, things will be worked out much quicker
and with fewer hitches. People probably end up
feeling less worried when they are around you.
You've got a good attitude. Keep it up.
---
What rock song best fits your personality? (pics//detailed answers)
Your song: My December by LinkinPark
You are distant and cold, and those who manage to
get close to you know that you're very afraid.
Of what? Why, of human contact. You have
obviously been hurt before, in some way. This
has led you to mistrust people and avoid them.
Every day, you put on a mask, not wanting those
around you to see the wounds that lie deep
inside your heart. Sometimes, you may even do
this subconsciously, trying to will yourself to
forget. You may rush into love, searching for
it to fill in the gaps and heal your injuries
caused by so little emotional contact, as well
as your scars from before.
---
What Time of Day Best Represents your Personality? (anime pics!)
The time of day that best describes your
personality is Evening. You are a quiet, shy
person with a very kind disposition. You are
also quite intelligent, mostly because you love
to read. You are open-minded and your social
circle probably consists mostly of other
intelligent people who share similar interests
with you. You dont particularly care for big,
noisy parties full of strangers, but you do
enjoy an occasional get-together with your
pals.
---
What is your connection with darkness? [pics]
Your connection with darkness is through your
depression. Hated, sad and often feeling
lonely, there is only a few that appreciate the
real you. You tend to keep to yourself and away
from the world since you don't want to be hurt
and betrayed again. Music gives you the
understanding you need to get through, it's
your "therapy". Or you express
yourself through art or writing. Chances are
you're also an anti-social person, who only
likes being with close friends, if even that.
The world has finally showed it's true face for
you and you wish life wasn't this miserable to
live through. Maybe you'll find happiness in
the future, but right now you're just hiding
away from the world. Who needs people anyway?
---
What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
You are an assassin.
That means you are a proffessional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.

Main weapon: Sniper
Quote: "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
Facial expression: Narrowed eyes
---
What sort of Weapon best Represents your Personality? (anime pics!)
Your personality is best represented by the
traditional Japanese Katana. You are brave
beyond words and rarely (if ever) act for your
own personal gain. Your honor is very
important to you, and you strive to better
yourself and help others. You try not to let
emotions get in the way of making a sound
decision, and are usually quite successful.
---
What type of Fallen Angel are you? [beautiful + dark pics]
You are a fallen angel of neglect. You have fallen
because of you being suppressed and miserable,
though this may not be your fault. You have
been discarded. Shunned for whatever reason and
this has made you deeply unhappy. You feel as
though you are a dispointment to others. This
causes you to have extremely low self value and
confidence.

Quote: "The
worst loneliness is when you're not comfortable
with yourself"

Element:Water
Emotion:Hurting/Disconsoled
---
 


Raven

Autor:  Renraven
Mal was poetisches, eigentlich mein Lieblingsgedicht

1. Vorsicht lang
2. Vorsicht englisch ;)

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe

First Published in 1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Ani 05 |D

Autor:  Renraven
Yay wieder daheim ich habs überlebt XD
War wieder cool dieses Jahr aber irgendwie sehr anstregend ._.

Aber viele tolle Sachen gekauft ^^ Tenjo Tenge Get Backers und co yay! ^^

Freu mia auf nächstes Jahr~

Yamato

Autor:  Renraven
O____O

Es war der HAMMER O_O

Unbeschreiblich XD

Lustig und wäh XD
alles einfach nur geil! ^_^

mal wieder n Eintrag~

Autor:  Renraven
Hui o.o'

Es gewittat wida~

XD

ma schaun ob mein PC wieder ausgeht lol XD


so long sinnloses von mir |D

Handschriftdeutung o.o''

Autor:  Renraven
Grad gefunden..erstaunlich das stimmt sogar xD

http://www.graphologies.de/

Die Deutung der Handschrift brachte folgendes Ergebnis:

Der Schreiber ist eher bescheiden und zurückhaltend.
Es reicht ihm, wenn er nicht im Mittelpunkt steht.

Er ist sinnlich, warmherzig, gemütlich und phantasievoll.
Im Großen und Ganzen wirkt er gelassen bis uninteressiert,
wenn er aber von einer Sache überzeugt ist, überrascht er
seine Umwelt durch sein überschwängliches und begeisterungsfähiges Auftreten.

Er ist lebhaft und kontaktfreudig.
Mit viel Verständnis für die Belange anderer.

Der Schreiber ist ein sehr gefühlsbestimmter Mensch.
Oft werden Entscheidungen gefühlsmäßig gefällt, obwohl bei
rein rationeller Überlegung eine andere Entscheidung die richtige wäre.

Der Schreiber legt Wert auf eine Grunddistanz zu seinen Mitmenschen.
Auch gute Kollegen müssen nicht alles wissen.

Er arbeitet sehr genau und zeichnet sich durch rationales, analytisches Denken aus.

Der Schreiber ist sehr stark um Gerechtigkeit bemüht.
Er versucht stets, sich für andere einzusetzen.

Der Schreiber legt sehr viel Wert darauf, dass er von der Umwelt ernst genommen wird.
Privat- und Berufsleben trennt er sehr stark voneinander.

Problemlösung xD

Autor:  Renraven
Beim schaffen:


Stefan: Kommst mit auf die Cebit? Is am 11.
Ich: Ne am 11. kommt der Nintendo DS da bringt mich niemand ausm Haus...

... *denk*

Scheisse, ich hab n neues Buch, ne Freundin, World of Warcraft und n DS...wie soll ich des alles hnbekommen?
Stefan: Gibt das Buch der Freundin und zock xD

xDDD
wie geil XD

testreich..

Autor:  Renraven
hab aus Langeweile ma wieder die Tests gemacht xD


Du bist ein 13 % Teenie (ein glück)
Du bist ein guter Mensch. 48% (ich bin ZU gutmütig das ergebnis hängt wohl mit meinem momentanen Zustand zusammen ._. )
Dein Geistiges Alter ist 26 Jahre
Du bist ein 61 % Revoluzzer ( o.o'' )
Du bist ein 37% Realman ( yeah lol xD )
Du bist ein 30 % Spitzel (nyaha da fehlt ne null XDD)
Du bist ein 84 % Freak ( :D )
Du bist zu 67 % Schwul (lalala......)
Von deiner Unschuld sind 23 % übrig
Du bist ein 13% Draufgänger (viel zu hoch XD)
Du wirst am 11 . 6 . 2056 sterben

Zu 59 %er Warscheinlichkeit an eine Krankheit.
9 %er Wahrscheinlichkeit an Drogen
0 %er Wahrscheinlichkeit an einem Unfall.
6 %er Wahrscheinlichkeit durch Selbstmord.
26 % Bleiben für Überraschungen übrig.

Du bist ein 89% Psychopath (und paranoid)

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