Engelsk Dikt

[_Ricky_]

Usch ja, Jag är då inge bra på att skriva dikter och sådant, så jag undrar om någon skulle kunna hjälpa mig.

Skol arbete att skriva en engelsk dikt på några få rader.

Tänk er att ni är på en öde ö med bara en polare och så tittar du runt där och kanske ser en jungel eller nått. Alltså dikten ska väll handla lite om ön kanske.

Kanske blir lite svårt att få hjälp med det här, är inte så bra på att förklara heller.

[L_Voll]

Sno några repliker ifrån LOST.

[Crice]

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb

When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb

When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace

In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race

No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up

If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on

And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone

And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long

And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong

And lonesome comes up as down goes the day

And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'

And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'

And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys

Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys

And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'

And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'

And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'

And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm

And to yourself you sometimes say

"I never knew it was gonna be this way

Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"

Vågar inte påstå att jag har skrivit den; men den funkar. Lite mygel skadar aldrig.

[_Ricky_]

L_Voll : Tittar inte på LOST

Crice : Inte riktigt så lång

[okka]

Vincent Malloy is seven years old,

He's always polite and does what he's told.

For a boy his age he's considerate and nice,

But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cat,

Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats.

There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,

And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,

But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie,

In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.

So he and his horrible zombie dog,

Could go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime,

He likes to paint and read to pass the time.

While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,

Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale,

He read a passage that made him turn pale.

Such horrible news he could not survive,

For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,

Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,

He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom.

Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,

Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,

Vincent's mother suddenly burst into the room.

"If you want to you can go outside and play.

It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak,

The years of isolation had made him quite weak.

So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,

"I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead.

These games that you play are all in your head.

You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy.

You're not tormented, you're just a young boy."

"You're seven years old, and you're my son,

I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,

While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, to shiver and creak.

His horrid insanity had reached its peak.

He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,

And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.

She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands.

While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,

Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams.

To escape the madness, he reached for the door,

So he and his horrible zombie dog,

But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow,

As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,

"And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor,

Shall be lifted--Nevermore!"

Typ...

Redigerad 31 maj, 2006 av okka

[L_Voll]

A monkey, a fish.

A kokelikoo.

What can I do, when I'm not with you?

[...]

What about this island?

Japp, bättre än så blir det inte.

[Stora_tomtefar]

Ta en låttext från något bättre band och ändra några få ord så att den blir lite "egen"

[Streetwave]

Sno Crice's signatur vetja. Om hon ser att du kan skriva tre rader utan ordet "tit" så tror hon att du är seriös. Förutsatt att hon inte känner till texten...

[Arvid]

Skriv en dikt som beskriver dina tankar och känslor i just den situationen. Skriv hur du hamnade där, om du tror att du kommer överleva eller inte, att du hoppas att någon ska rädda er osv.

[Miike]

Jin-Jin created a machine

Jo-Jo turned it on

Art-Art squeezed a fart

And blew the entire shit apart

:'(

[Umberto]

It shone, pale as bone,

As I stood there alone.

And I thought to myself how the moon,

That night, cast its light

On my heart's true delight,

And the reef where her body was strewn.

[Mahalo]

Nirvana

not much chance

Redigerad 31 maj, 2006 av Mahalo

[GTApimpfoolife]

Who are you?

"I'm a monkey!"

Ahhhh, nice!

[felshoe]

When you fucked grandpa did he kiss you soft and tender?

did he tie your hands behind your head and was it on your mother's bed?

[Spam Snuten]

When you fucked grandpa did he kiss you soft and tender?

did he tie your hands behind your head and was it on your mother's bed?

[Kebab]

Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet and so are you.

[spajdermän]

De är en bit av text ur en blink-182 låt

[felshoe]

De är en bit av text ur en blink-182 låt

Och klaga inte på texten

[The Dude]

Oh freddled gruntbuggly

Thy micturations are to me

As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.

Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes

And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,

Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,

See if I don't!

10 poäng till de som vet källan, UTAN GOOGLE!

[spajdermän]

Och klaga inte på texten

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