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So much love in you.

So much treasure locked away,
Unable to be shared.

Too much love in you.

Too many rivers to your spread delta,
Where you stand bravely to drown.

Immortal love in you.

The gift of a soul,
The truest something.

So much love that you'd give it to nothing.
The world is skin,
But you are within,
And passion is sin,
But who would've known?

Maybe past the aeons, we can try this again.
 Mar 2018 Alice Hay
Malin Eriksen
Breathe in and breathe out.  
Can´t live without it

With every cigarette you smoke, you take part in killing a stranger.
With every car you start, you take part in destroying the last bit of fresh air.

Where are the birds that used to fly,
Where are the fish that used to swim,
Where are the children that used to play?
One day we will wish there was a clock whose hands we could rewind.
To the time, when it still was not "too late"

Now, at this very second, is the time to finally realize,
what it´s all truly worth.
Let´s not be the generation who "could" have made a change

Breathe in and breathe out.  
Remember that you can´t live without it
This poem is a reminder of the fact that it still is not "too late". There is still hope, but the possible future seems dark. Therefore we need to think about our actions, and perhaps take some action and actually do something to save the environment, to protect these children and to give the next generation a world where they can play and live their lives with the same possibilities as us.
 Mar 2018 Alice Hay
Malin Eriksen
I could have lied,
I could have said I was wrong,
I could have said I made a mistake,
Then you would still be mine.

Instead

I told the truth
I said you were wrong
I said we were a mistake
And now you have moved on.

I regret my honesty
Love or truth
 Mar 2018 Alice Hay
Malin Eriksen
I will live every second
Follow my heart

Get lost
Find my way

Rejoice in sunshine
Dance in rain

Make mistakes
Apologise
Make new ones

Learn
Grow

Fall
Fly
Life is for living, and life happens in the moment
 Mar 2018 Alice Hay
BW
I can't write poetry anymore, I just can't
When you told me you were sick of me
Sick of love, sick of everything.
Our past. Our future. Sick of it all.

So this is how you left me.
We could have
talked. You could have told me I stepped
over the line. I could have changed.

Instead of fixing we are too used to
calling it quits.
We'd rather watch ourselves burn than
to change and compromise.

I wrapped myself up in my insecurities
Forged a knife out of it
stabbed in your  heart.
I was too caught up in my own
illusion of fun to notice you were gone

You were too used to being on top to
allow a wild animal challenge you up
You wouldn't allow your ego to bend
down to your heart

We loved like it's forever, if forever meant
59 days, countless kisses, and two broken
hearts
to NW. Goodbye
 Mar 2018 Alice Hay
Kim
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Sep 2016 Alice Hay
Malin Eriksen
Daydreams
Night dreams
They are all dreams
Sweet dreams
Bad dreams
They are all dreams
Dream house
Dream life
Harder than it seems
Will we ever wake up from all our dreams?
 Sep 2016 Alice Hay
Malin Eriksen
She had blonde hair and blue eyes.
With her red lips and slim waist, she was quite a sight.
She made everybody stare.
They said she was a beauty.

But, true beauty comes from within,
and her beauty was only in her skin.
inside she was bitter and mean
She was ugly, and she knew.
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