So I went home
Found a big, tuquoise box in the wardrobe
I thought I would find treasures from the past
Forgotten poems to amaze me

All I found, was a selfish, young girl
- feeding the fire that was
my depression /
My personality
at the time

Poetry is for truth and emotions.
Even
ugly emotions.
You can't just
censor people and
think they won't
do the things they write.

You look like a wolf
in sheep’s clothing

And yet, you say you
are the dragon

Yet, you make us believe
in your story

You breathe no fire

You only wanted the
castle walls
to protect you
from our glances

If you had opened up
Put away your wolf hide

All could see
how lonely you are

And how wrong our story is

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Ann­e H. Bakke  |  02:09  @   29.05.2016

Nothing
is left to find
We know it all
The explorers are dead

Nothing
is magical anymore

We already know
where
we are going

And we're not leaving
We're conciled
to this part of the Universe
which we've already
managed to
destroy

The heat has arrived, to
   torch our land and it's too
     late

Now
Hell
comes to us.

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AHB |  9.08.2018.

They say lightning does not strike the same place twice.

But a man named Roy Sullivan was struck seven times.

So don't tell me the world is fair.