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This is an outlet for my feelings towards companies, that think more of there own pockets than the fans, while licensing anime for europaen countries…

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Dies hier ist Ventil für meine Gefühle gegenüber Firmen, die bei der Lizensierung von animes in europäischen Ländern, weniger an die Fans, als die eigene Tasche denken…

There really is no way to tell,
how far some go to sell and sell.

Take me, a peaceful Ani-fan,
who likes them as they’re in japan.

With extras and some bonus stuff,
but to get that here is tough.

„The european market’s user,
is easy and no real chooser.

They have the taste of herds of sheep
the only thing they want is cheap.“

So we get them inexpensive,
which I myself find quite offensive.

Since I don’t mind to pay a price
so that  the thing I buy is nice.

If you want cheap that is all right,
you’re not the one I want to fight.

But those who think they really know me,
and taking my choice is the key,

They will learn that I don’t just buy
the cheap stuff because I am shy.

Quite contrary to what they think,
I will not buy this, will not blink.

My taste might differ from the norm,
but I see no reason to conform.

So get me extras and I’ll pay,
or else I will find my own way.

For further information concerning this topic (especially not limited by rhymescheme) I recommend the following article by a like-minded UK-Animefan:
Please, let me buy your products!

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Für nähere Informationen zu dem Thema (insbesondere nicht durch Reimschema beschränkt) empfehle ich folgenden Artikel von einem gleichgesinnten UK-Animefan:
Please, let me buy your products!

117 | shadowland
[Image Credit: Matilde Berk]

Fog once asked: Why do they fear us?
Forest answered: I could not guess.

Do they think that we harvest danger?
They know we don’t, they are no stranger.

Is it maybe the unknown?
Discovery lies there alone.

Could they be scared to go astray?
I do not change when I am gray.

So how come they don’t wander here
while we’re together if not for fear?
I do not know, i am sincere.

[This is for the picture writing challenge #10]

Image Credit: Kurt:S

The pages creak, the lighting flickers,
and in the deep, old wisdom bickers.
It wants to be loose, wants to run free,
for it cannot choose, just happens to be.

Treat it with care and try not to bend,
lay the words bare and read ‚till the end.
It won’t be in vain, please let the words enter,
because without chain they can be a mentor.

So read all you can and cherish the thought,
that since you began you learned quite a lot.
There really is no single book,
that wasn’t worth the look you took.

[This is for the picture writing challenge #9]

What happens when I’m sitting in an exam and have nothing left to do…

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Was passiert wenn ich in einer Klausur sitze und nichts mehr tun kann…

V

Is there any chance in hell,
remembering all of this Bell().
I might go insane,
cannot ascertain,
what once was inside my brain.

VI

The hexagon is quite a shape,
for there will be no hole to gape,
when ordering them side by side,
and making sure they do collide.

VII

The reason for this awful mess
is, as you probably can guess,
my skill (read: utter uselessness)
to operate while under stress.

VIII

The last in haiku
I really want to go home
Thank you for reading

What happens when I’m sitting in an exam and have nothing left to do…

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Was passiert wenn ich in einer Klausur sitze und nichts mehr tun kann…

I

My mind is blank, my paper empty,
chance of success is gone.
The rest of the time I might as well be
rhyming since I am done.

II

I sit here and I am useless
It’s neither the fear nor the stress.
The one that I am,
the idiot man,
is stupid, I have to confess.

III

My head is filled with stupid prose,
pen shaking in my hand.
I cannot help to envy those
who are able to understand.

IV

The clock is ticking, slower than ever,
I am but a stone on the ground.
But I’m sitting here, and to appear clever,
I’ll write ‚til the time runs out.

Hier gehts zu Teil 2

This little gem was created after an evening in my favourite irish pub when I, not exactly sober *cough*, posted this on the timeline of a new Facebookacquaintance…

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Dieses kleine Juwel entstand nach einem Abend in meinem Lieblingsirishpub als ich nicht mehr ganz nüchtern *hust* auf die Timeline einer neuen Facebookbekanntschaft postete…

Wubbididubbididu
I am drunk and so are you.
We drank ‚til two o’clock tonight,
some Facebook-friends we are, we might.
My poets prowess are no shame,
so I will post this just the same.

Hallo und wilkommen auf meinem Bloeergh!

Ich habe diesen Bloeergh erstellt um das Zeug was tagtäglich aus meinem Kopf heraus kommt etwas zu sortieren, mit dir und anderen wie dir zu diskutieren (falls du Lust dazu hast) und früher oder später eine kleine Chronik zu haben die meinem zukünftigen Psychiater Aufschluss darüber geben könnte was mit mir nicht stimmt (einiges).

Der Plan sieht vor, kleine Geschichten niederzuschreiben die mir manchmal einfallen und in kurzen Bloeergheinträgen ins Internet zu pusten. Ob das funktioniert und wenn ja, mit welcher Frequenz wird sich in der nächsten Zeit zeigen. Ansonsten wünsche ich dir Spaß beim Lesen und danke für die Aufmerksamkeit!

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Hello and welcome to my Bloeergh!

I created this Bloeergh to sort and discuss with you (if you want to) and people like you what comes out of my head every day and sooner or later have a small chronicle that my future psychiatrist can maybe use to shed some light on what’s wrong with me (a lot).

The plan entails writing down small storys that I sometimes come up with and blowing them in the Internet in short Bloeerghposts. Whether that works and if so, with what frequency will present itself by and by. Other than that I hope you’ll have fun reading and thank you for your attention!