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Mie Juul Feb 2017
I'm 18
Where am I in this life
I was 14
I knew where I was heading
I'm like a tidal wave
The ocean
Nuances of blue and black
Calm before the storm
Raging in different directions
Every single way
I'm able to go in all directions.
The sun sets behind my horizon
The wind is blowing
Taking me east
Now west
Calm before the storm.
Mie Juul Dec 2016
Anger.
Rage.
Fury.
Resentment.
Bitterness.
Tantrum.
Wrath.
Rampag­e.
&
Misunderstandings.
It all starts with misunderstandings, if you would try to look over your own nose, you'd see.
You'd see that I am just trying
trying
trying
trying
to reach out.
With false hope, I got shot.
I thought it meant more.
  Nov 2016 Mie Juul
Phantom Poet
I write poems because,
Poets are the people,
Who understand how i feel,
How it is like to love,
To lose it,
I write my madness,
Craziness,
Faithfulness,
And like many artists,
My loneliness,
Poets don't criticize,
Like the rest of the world,
They may smile,
Or cry reading,
But never be leaving,
An insult,
Because they understand,
They know the pain,
They feel it,
When i have a problem,
I have no one to share with,
No friends,
Not siblings,
Definitely not my family,
I turn to poetry,
I can write what i want,
I write what i feel,
I write out my troubles,
Rhyming words,
In small thought bubbles,
And crying inside,
No one to sit beside,
No one to hold,
Everything is cold,
Poetry is the only thing,
Keeping me alive,
it helps me survive!
The truth has been spoken
Mie Juul Nov 2016
It's closing in
once again
water falls
leaves descend.

Night becomes darker
light deprived of its ember
fumbling around, on knees
struggles getting harder.
Inspirations and aspirations.
Mie Juul Nov 2016
Dear diary

Today I lost
Today I lost
I lost to the fury flames
The bonfire you lit
The bonfire that is taunting me tonight
Tonight
Tonight.

Please don't play with fire
Please don't play with fire
I have a short fuse
Trip and fall
The fire can't be undone
Undone
Undone.

Dear diary
Today I lost
Mie Juul Aug 2016
I think a part of me have died. Is dying. Will die.
I think it happens to all of us. We're all living different lives,
but every breath we inhale and exhale again brings us closer to the same ending. Death.
That is our shared, final destination. Nevertheless, this other individual death happens through all of our life.
Someday we just realize that we are not the same person as we used to be; as we were just yesterday.

Think back a year. Who were you there?
Not the same as you find yourself to be today, I am sure.
Our naivety, our innocence on this world dies.
For every day passing by.
When one stops, dead-end in his or hers track to wonder about this,
this phenomenon,
they will always be looking for a cause,
a beginning.

For me?
It all began almost 8 years ago. And 5. And 4 years ago.
I bet it seems odd.
You cannot have 3 beginnings to your death?
You can have all the beginnings you want,
because it is a different piece of you, of your mind, every time.
The You who is dying, is sacrificing itself
so the newborn You can live.

An improved You,
more knowledgeable, graceful, stronger.
Yet flawed, since stronger in this case means colder and more calculating. Tougher. Closed.
Yet with the face of a newborn, ready to explore the world.
With a fragile mind and a fragile heart.
Not really a poem like that, but. a little bit of ourselves die everyday and a little bit of ourselves get born everyday. That's just a thought I've hadd ffor a while now.
Mie Juul Sep 2015
Walking in where everything is black,
you see contours together,
close and far away.
But none is close to you.

Flashlight from your hand walks about,
shining on contours,
just to see them disappear.
You stand all alone.

wrapped up in the battle inside yourself,
fighting for friends,
fighting for the contours.
But they don't want you.

Guilty and defeated,
Fighting to stay,
keeps getting pushed away.
Realisation hits.
(m.j.r.)
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