Between the sheets of golden sunset by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
Between the sheets of golden sunset
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards summer
Another year,
changing season
like the many years before
Time is precious,
we live of our memories.
Most of us grow old,
but some grow wiser,
stronger,
and taller.
Like the trees, whom whisper:
« Let’s dance in the rain,
let's sing for autumn.
Before the sun eats up the sky,
and the moon wakes up again. »
We are young
with the sun's gentle stroke on
our skin.
We feel free
when we sing with the wind
As we have done
through all of tomorrow
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards fall
The wind knocks on our window,
like the many years before.
Time is precious.
Th
novelle kladd - nynorsk by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
novelle kladd - nynorsk
Vinden pistrar meg i andletet. Eg må skunde meg. Blir vinden for sterk kan eg bli slått hard tilbake inn i fjellveggen. Himmelen er noko grå-blå. Han blender meg litt, men eg har blikket mitt festa på ham. Eg ser ikkje ned, eg ser ikkje tilbake. Eg ser inn i den grå-blå atmosfæren rett fram for meg.
«Eg er ikkje redd, vet du?» Kviskrar eg.
«Nei, du er vel ikkje det.» Svarast det.
«Nei.» Bekreftar eg. Eg tek ein pause, men eg ser meg ikkje tilbake. Eg prøver å halde stemmen min klar før eg fortset.
«Eg er ikkje redd deg.» Påstår eg.
Du sa du kunne fly
Eg trudde deg
Du lova meg solnedgang, du lova meg vind
Og eg trudde deg
Men du fløyg ikkje lenger enn kanten av stupet
Du fløyg ikkje opp, slik du lova
Vinden omfamna deg i stupet
Det gikk fort
Så vart du borte
Eg høyrer ikkje stemmen din
Du høyrer ikkje min
Du fløyg ikkje lenger enn kanten av stupet
Det gikk fort
Så vart du borte
Du sa du kunne lære meg å fly
Eg trudde deg
Du lova meg solnedgang, du lova meg verda
Og eg trudde deg
Men du fløyg ikkje lenger enn kanten av stupet
Og du gløymde og ta meg med deg
Eg høyrer ikkje stemmen din
Du høyrer ikkje min
Du snakke om din anger, å, kor du vil ha meg!
Men du fikk dine sjansar, eg vil kunn ha fred.
Du legg deg flat om angeren, men ser du ikkje kva du gjer?
Du opnar ei grav med gamle tårar og surt hat.
Du fikk dine sjansar, eg vil ha ro.
Eg må le. Eg må gråte. Du er så dum.
Eg må le. Eg må gråte. Eg er så dum.
Å du skriker:
”Eg er ikkje klar, men eg vil ha deg.
Eg er ikkje klar, men eg vil ha deg.
Eg vil ha deg, eg vil ha deg, eg vil ha deg!
Men ikkje no.”
Du angrar.
Eg får ikkje sove no.
Eg vil ikkje vente.
Ikkje på deg.
Du fikk dine sjansar, eg vil ikkje ha deg:
Eg
Freedom in the wind by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
Freedom in the wind
I feel the wind
in my hair, on my chin
I feel the sun
a stroke on my skin
I might be happy
because I know
to be free
She feels the wind
but not in her hair,
neither on her chin
She feels the sun,
but not on her skin.
She might be happy
but she ignores
a freedom
she cannot feel
As a bird
in a cage
she cannot fly
As a lion
in a zoo
she is not free
As a human
in religion
or society
or both
I am not free,
but I am blessed for the wind
this time
its all so passionate
so kind
so gentle
this time
there is no time
no limits
days pass by so quickly
but yet
it does not matter
this time
it's all in the moments
this time
it's all in us.
I never expected
never once thought
that I would ever have this
Your creeping voices gives the strangest
comfort
But, when I want to sleep
You nag and complain
I have to be narrow and thin
So you urge me to run
then keep me up all night
You make me so sick,
(hmm) how my head itch
You've got me under your control
But you are simply just a bitch
(HaHaHaHaa)
You are a state of mind, a virus and I don't like you
You've kept me imprisoned for far too long its time I gained back my control
I'm fully armed I am ready to fire
My mind is set and you are just a bitchy liar
(HaHaHaHaa)
You make me so sick,
(hmmm) how my head itch
You made me seem crazy
Oh you are such a bitch
(HaHaHaHaa)
You've gained control bu
Anywhere but here by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
Anywhere but here
Buy me a ticket,
I'm in need for adventures.
Buy me a ticket,
to where?
I don't really care.
Just buy me a ticket,
location;
anywhere but here.
Buy me a ticket,
send me away.
To somewhere I can dance,
and laugh,
and sing.
To anywhere but here.
Buy me a ticket,
and I'll buy one for you.
We'll travel the world,
just the two.
Take me with you,
and I'll take you too.
We'll go somewhere happy,
we'll dance, we'll laugh, we'll sing.
Nothing but joy,
as we observe the world.
From anywhere but here.
Buy me a ticket,
I'll buy one for you.
Spontaneous adventures,
challenge me.
I'm not afraid,
are you?
Buy me a ticket,
send me away.
Take me with
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards summer
Another year,
changing season
as the many years before
Time devours us,
a product of our memories
Most of us grow old,
but some grow wiser
stronger
and taller
Like the trees
whom whispered
«Lets dance in the rain,
lets sing for autumn.
Before the sun eats up the sky,
and the moon wakes up again.»
We are young
with the suns gentle stroke on our skin.
Feeling free
when we sing with the wind and the birds
as we have done
through all of tomorrow
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards fall
The wind knocks
on our windows,
as the many years before
Time is
I don't know God by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
I don't know God
I don't know God
don't believe in God
simply don't need God
I believe in people
I only see
people
Because I need humanity
There is no good,
nor evil sides
This isn't a movie,
it's life
Decisions will be taken,
not scripted
Unless,
you want to live upon an act
There is no good,
nor evil
There is no better or worse
No race
No sides
Just people
- But to say this as fact,
I'd have to prove the fairy tale
People do good,
people do evil
With or without the believes of a God,
with or without
the believes of humanity.
Religion is a creation of power
made to control
and lead
But I see nothing wrong
in believing
If religion makes you a happy perso
Between the sheets of golden sunset by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
Between the sheets of golden sunset
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards summer
Another year,
changing season
like the many years before
Time is precious,
we live of our memories.
Most of us grow old,
but some grow wiser,
stronger,
and taller.
Like the trees, whom whisper:
« Let’s dance in the rain,
let's sing for autumn.
Before the sun eats up the sky,
and the moon wakes up again. »
We are young
with the sun's gentle stroke on
our skin.
We feel free
when we sing with the wind
As we have done
through all of tomorrow
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards fall
The wind knocks on our window,
like the many years before.
Time is precious.
Th
novelle kladd - nynorsk by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
novelle kladd - nynorsk
Vinden pistrar meg i andletet. Eg må skunde meg. Blir vinden for sterk kan eg bli slått hard tilbake inn i fjellveggen. Himmelen er noko grå-blå. Han blender meg litt, men eg har blikket mitt festa på ham. Eg ser ikkje ned, eg ser ikkje tilbake. Eg ser inn i den grå-blå atmosfæren rett fram for meg.
«Eg er ikkje redd, vet du?» Kviskrar eg.
«Nei, du er vel ikkje det.» Svarast det.
«Nei.» Bekreftar eg. Eg tek ein pause, men eg ser meg ikkje tilbake. Eg prøver å halde stemmen min klar før eg fortset.
«Eg er ikkje redd deg.» Påstår eg.
Du sa du kunne fly
Eg trudde deg
Du lova meg solnedgang, du lova meg vind
Og eg trudde deg
Men du fløyg ikkje lenger enn kanten av stupet
Du fløyg ikkje opp, slik du lova
Vinden omfamna deg i stupet
Det gikk fort
Så vart du borte
Eg høyrer ikkje stemmen din
Du høyrer ikkje min
Du fløyg ikkje lenger enn kanten av stupet
Det gikk fort
Så vart du borte
Du sa du kunne lære meg å fly
Eg trudde deg
Du lova meg solnedgang, du lova meg verda
Og eg trudde deg
Men du fløyg ikkje lenger enn kanten av stupet
Og du gløymde og ta meg med deg
Eg høyrer ikkje stemmen din
Du høyrer ikkje min
Du snakke om din anger, å, kor du vil ha meg!
Men du fikk dine sjansar, eg vil kunn ha fred.
Du legg deg flat om angeren, men ser du ikkje kva du gjer?
Du opnar ei grav med gamle tårar og surt hat.
Du fikk dine sjansar, eg vil ha ro.
Eg må le. Eg må gråte. Du er så dum.
Eg må le. Eg må gråte. Eg er så dum.
Å du skriker:
”Eg er ikkje klar, men eg vil ha deg.
Eg er ikkje klar, men eg vil ha deg.
Eg vil ha deg, eg vil ha deg, eg vil ha deg!
Men ikkje no.”
Du angrar.
Eg får ikkje sove no.
Eg vil ikkje vente.
Ikkje på deg.
Du fikk dine sjansar, eg vil ikkje ha deg:
Eg
Freedom in the wind by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
Freedom in the wind
I feel the wind
in my hair, on my chin
I feel the sun
a stroke on my skin
I might be happy
because I know
to be free
She feels the wind
but not in her hair,
neither on her chin
She feels the sun,
but not on her skin.
She might be happy
but she ignores
a freedom
she cannot feel
As a bird
in a cage
she cannot fly
As a lion
in a zoo
she is not free
As a human
in religion
or society
or both
I am not free,
but I am blessed for the wind
this time
its all so passionate
so kind
so gentle
this time
there is no time
no limits
days pass by so quickly
but yet
it does not matter
this time
it's all in the moments
this time
it's all in us.
I never expected
never once thought
that I would ever have this
Your creeping voices gives the strangest
comfort
But, when I want to sleep
You nag and complain
I have to be narrow and thin
So you urge me to run
then keep me up all night
You make me so sick,
(hmm) how my head itch
You've got me under your control
But you are simply just a bitch
(HaHaHaHaa)
You are a state of mind, a virus and I don't like you
You've kept me imprisoned for far too long its time I gained back my control
I'm fully armed I am ready to fire
My mind is set and you are just a bitchy liar
(HaHaHaHaa)
You make me so sick,
(hmmm) how my head itch
You made me seem crazy
Oh you are such a bitch
(HaHaHaHaa)
You've gained control bu
Anywhere but here by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
Anywhere but here
Buy me a ticket,
I'm in need for adventures.
Buy me a ticket,
to where?
I don't really care.
Just buy me a ticket,
location;
anywhere but here.
Buy me a ticket,
send me away.
To somewhere I can dance,
and laugh,
and sing.
To anywhere but here.
Buy me a ticket,
and I'll buy one for you.
We'll travel the world,
just the two.
Take me with you,
and I'll take you too.
We'll go somewhere happy,
we'll dance, we'll laugh, we'll sing.
Nothing but joy,
as we observe the world.
From anywhere but here.
Buy me a ticket,
I'll buy one for you.
Spontaneous adventures,
challenge me.
I'm not afraid,
are you?
Buy me a ticket,
send me away.
Take me with
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards summer
Another year,
changing season
as the many years before
Time devours us,
a product of our memories
Most of us grow old,
but some grow wiser
stronger
and taller
Like the trees
whom whispered
«Lets dance in the rain,
lets sing for autumn.
Before the sun eats up the sky,
and the moon wakes up again.»
We are young
with the suns gentle stroke on our skin.
Feeling free
when we sing with the wind and the birds
as we have done
through all of tomorrow
The universe has turned
we are dancing towards fall
The wind knocks
on our windows,
as the many years before
Time is
I don't know God by ZombieCakeForThePoet, literature
Literature
I don't know God
I don't know God
don't believe in God
simply don't need God
I believe in people
I only see
people
Because I need humanity
There is no good,
nor evil sides
This isn't a movie,
it's life
Decisions will be taken,
not scripted
Unless,
you want to live upon an act
There is no good,
nor evil
There is no better or worse
No race
No sides
Just people
- But to say this as fact,
I'd have to prove the fairy tale
People do good,
people do evil
With or without the believes of a God,
with or without
the believes of humanity.
Religion is a creation of power
made to control
and lead
But I see nothing wrong
in believing
If religion makes you a happy perso
Today I woke up. As one does, from time to time. After I woke up, I realized that I had overslept. I was angry, but I didn't really feel angry? I just felt somewhat boring? Exhausted maybe? I do not know. I didn't really feel like doing anything. So I laid in bed and I didn't go to school. Hooray (sarcastic)!
After lying in bed for approximately two hours, I had a shower. Unwillingly. But I thought it might cheer me up a little. Wrong. - I don't think showering has ever been that boring.
I then forced myself into some clothes and drifted into the kitchen. I didn't really want anything, but I had to eat. And since nothing, not even leftover
I want to write
Six days later
and I still want to write
I need it
but I can't
I want to create
but I'm exhausted
I want to draw, I want to write
but I'm not in the mood
I just crave it
but I can't
My head is a mush of ideas
but nothing fits together
nothing can be done
or completed
I want to create
I want to write:
-smart and creative
I want to draw:
-smart and creative
I want to
but there is nothing
People romanticize depression and art
together
Vincent van Gogh
desperately talented
He was severely depressed
and eventually, it killed him
Beethoven was talented
No musician like him
but he was depressed
and eventually he suffered death
I don't think I have been myself lately. I feel depressed and anxious all the time. I can't handle being alone. I can barely walk to the mall alone, without feeling dizzy, sick or anxious. Some days are better than others, but the bad days dig deeper and deeper every time. I don't recognize myself. I am rude. I snap at people. I am whiny. I am tired. I don't tolerate sound, smell or light. I have lost my appetite. When I have good days I eat like a horse, but on my bad days, I barely touch food at all. And the bad days occur more and more often. My memory is failing too. I can't distinguish between dreams (from sleep) and reality. The recent