LIT Literatuur, Taal en Kunst
Boekbesprekingen, vragen over schrijvers, je favoriete theaterstuk, de mooiste schilderijen of de beste musea. Een must voor alle liefhebbers van kunst, boeken, theater en taal.
Ik heb gezocht naar een al bestaand topic met dit onderwerp, maar kon deze niet vinden, dit is dus een topic om gedichten te posten, en te bespreken,
TS trapt af met een gedicht vat voor velen van ons van toepassing zal zijn, en ikzelf erg mooi vind!
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names
_
*stil..
Mooi..
Nu jullie
TS trapt af met een gedicht vat voor velen van ons van toepassing zal zijn, en ikzelf erg mooi vind!
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names
_
*stil..
Mooi..
Nu jullie
Een zo'n topic was hier even geleden
Maar door te weinig posts gleed hij naar beneden
Pak nu een cola of bier
want het topic dat dat was vind je hier
Maar door te weinig posts gleed hij naar beneden
Pak nu een cola of bier
want het topic dat dat was vind je hier
Ik zag net nog je tik fout,quote:Op zondag 4 december 2005 19:40 schreef Ancient het volgende:
Een zo'n topic was hier even geleden
Maar door te weinig posts gleed hij naar beneden
Pak nu een cola of bier
want het topic dat dat was vind je hier
Maar dat laat me koud.
Bedankt voor het vinden van dit topic.
Deze kan op slot, vind ik
