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Thought I'd post a few of the (crappy) stuff I've been writing over the years here as well. Why? Simply because I'd like other people's opinions on it Some of the things are translations of other peoples work, others are my own words. All I ask is for people to be honest. If it sucks, say so and please add WHY it sucks as well


New Life

Dark Room
But my Thoughts are darker still
Confusion rage inside my head
Threatening to take my sanity away

Clear Water
But my vision is clearer still
My Mind is set on a Course
Making the pain and Confusion go away

Bright Light
But my future is Brighter still.
I’ve started a New Life
Far Off and Far Away
From Here.


I Promis is not written by me, merely translated from norwegian. I wish I could write stuff like it, though...

I Promise

The last thing I promised you was that I would forget you.
You made me swear by all that is holy to us. "Forget me", you said.
"I want that you should let the world continue to suprise you with small miracles. Don't walk around and think about something that will distract you from everything that's beautiful. Please forget me. I will never ask anything of you again."

I remember thinking that you could ask me anything, anything at all. Just not this. You could ask me to fetch the moon and let it light up dark corners in the winter darkness. Ask me to learn how to fly so that we could see the lights from cities and towns from high above. Ask me to capture the wind and tame the waves. Anything at all. But don't ask me to forget you.

I will tell you everything I have never told. Would say that when you brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face, I would want to shake it down again so that you could do it again. Would tell you that I used to use your pillow when I slept alone. To breathe in your scent. Would explain to you that without you I can't see all the colours anymore. Would tell you all this and hold you close without ever letting go.

But I knew that if I did, things would be so much worse for us. So I said nothing. And nodded quietly.

"I Promise", I said. And felt something die within me at the same time. I have kept my word for many years. I have tried to forget you.

But I never promised to stop crying. So I cry over the small miracles life offers. I cry at the smell of roses in the morning. I cry when someone tosses their hair around a certain way. I cry when they play All Apologies on the radio. I cry when the waves roll against the shore in the autum. Inside of me. Because it reminds me of something I have forgotten.

I have kept what I promised. I have forgotten you. Now I wait for you to keep what YOU promised.


I have not promised to stop crying.
I have not promised to stop waiting.....

I lost a friend today
She has gone away again
Never to be seen again...

I lost a friend
today...

*hugs Mivat*

Hey I understand how it is man *hugs tightly*

From a Poet to a Poet, I like New Life a lot. Simple, yet it says a lot.

As for the translation, it is stunningly beautiful. I love:

I will tell you everything I have never told. Would say that when you brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face, I would want to shake it down again so that you could do it again.

So much is said in that line. So much.

Thanks for sharing the beautiful words Mivat.

And I feel for you about the loss of a friend...I've been there.

Thanks for hugs and kind words.

Here's another one of mine:

Coldness

If you only knew how I feel
Under the spell
Of some unknown force.
Feeling things I've not felt before.
Having trouble keeping' awake
Trouble to remember what I was doing
Where I was going,
And what I was feeling.

The coldness outside
Reminds me of the coldness of my soul
The thoughts that blanket my mind
Thoughts of you...
And the things that still remains....

Wish You Were Here..........

Life in the darkness
Of a burnt out sun

Followed by a much better one, written by a norwegian called Lars Saabye Christensen. Translated by me since I couldn't find an english translation.

The child you were...

The child you were you shall never be.
Noone can bring forth the dreams that shaped you.
The images that filled the summernight with green sun and yellow snakes

The child you were you shall never be.
Noone can open the doors to the rooms you've left.
You've put something behind you, You've lost something you held dear
Rooms full of water and flower wallpaper.

The child you were you shall never be.
Noone can take you to the days when the clock was a mystery
When you knew everything about love and angst.
Noone can give you the evening when play and laughter followed you into sleep

The child you were you shall never be
The one you are you shall soon forget....