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Am I happy?
I don't know.
I haven't been for the longest time.
But I think I feel fine.
I feel great!
I don't hate.
The sun is out, and I'm about.
I'm not mentally rushing my day, just so I can go home.
I roam around now because I'm not missing out on something.
The days do feel longer, but I'm enjoying them.
I don't ask myself when I can leave.
I don't greive.
I like seeing my friends, and the joy wont end.
I am happy.
Very, very happy.
for as long as i can remember, i have always told curious souls that i am afraid of the dark. it has always been my favourite excuse for keeping the yellow light on at night. but telling people that i was afraid of the dark was also a favourite lie of mine. i am not afraid of the dark, you see. actually, i am more likely to bath in moonlight than sunshine; i enjoy the silence of the night and i find comfort in the thought of having the night all by myself. the darkness that surrounds me has never made an attempt to rip off my pale skin

the truth is that i am afraid of unspoken words; i am afraid of the thoughts that enter my mind from the darkest corner of my subconsciousness when i am all swallowed by darkness. i am afraid of facing the fears of mine; afraid of accepting the heart-bursting pain that visits me on lonely nights. conclusively, i am just simply afraid of not being able to find beauty in onyx shattered worlds and my own imagination

it was never the dark

*(k.w)
men ekkoer af stilhed raser når jeg kigger mod vindueskarmen.
lagnerne er krusede, men aftrykkene efter dig er her stadig. derfor har de sidste nætter været på de splintrede gulvbrædder, hvor du engang stod. dig. i fulde figur.

selv min morgenkaffe smager af dig, men jeg savner den bitre smag, så vil du ikke nok           ?

*f.b
your bittersweet acid-kisses
 made my lips burn enough 
to set myself on fire just by thinking of the night 
you hid a part of yourself 
in my hollow skin. you built a burning castle in my fragile mind, you ****

*(k.w)
Neutrons, protons, croutons, electrons. Electronic. Electric. Electricity.
Creativity?
Negativity.
An electronic .
A psychotic electronic.
I don't want my body to become a piece of metal.
It doesn't make me feel settle.
I don't want wires to control my movement.
I don't want a computer as a brain.
If it rains outside, I would completely malfunction.
I am a human, with human thoughts an concerns.
I am a human with human feelings and a human body.
I have human body organs as well.
I guess it is interesting that humans are evolving.
But I also find it to be a mess.
What will happen when my human body parts and organs become replaced with computers and electronics that are controlled by the high class society and the government?
We will become robots;
An army for the government.
We will be forced to do however they please.
What about us?
Should we fuss?
Or should we not worry about the fact that we wont have the right to speak up any more?
We wont have feelings, thoughts and concerns.
We can't even control our own movement.
We can't even control our own choices.
It is all decided by them.
We don't have the right to know when something wrong is in sight.
And we can't say anything about it.
Say goodbye to human rights!
Say goodbye to freedom of speech!
Say goodbye to being human at all!
They don't care,
they don't want to feel powerless.  
So they take away everything that is important to us.
And you think that technology developing is cool
I would like to remain human.
I don't want to be part of the *Electronica!
A bit more of a rant than a poem.
no matter how much he means to you
do not ever take a boy to all
of your favourite places because
when you are walking around your
old city and go to your favourite park
all you will be able to see is him
kissing you under the big fig tree
or his arms wrapping around your waist
by the pond where the ducks feed
and it will no longer be your favourite park
and he will have ruined yet another thing
that was so special to you.
s.w
Does it make you happy          - silly boys calling you       pretty?
10w
When your heart refuses to accepted love
You must clear your heart and let it go.
Or should you take it really, really slow
Look up above, look up above
for inspiration

A wild card or a life time gamble
a rush of adrenaline might  boost you
Or perhaps a sudden stumbles and fumbles
might defies your actions
Day or our lives, clearly in view

Heart of darkness shield like overcast
Upon a wounded heart
Oh! What a mighty task
Awaken by the light of dawn at last
in the shape of sterling silver mask
~~~
When dreams become reality:
It’s no longer a dream.
Heartbreak knows no gender
(French)
luminosité tout autour,
rien ne peut vous voir,
la seule chose responsable,
C'est l'obscurité dans
vous et moi ..


(English)
**brightness all around,
nothing can you see,
the only thing responsible,
is the darkness within
you and me..
©NivedaAmber
Check me out:p- http://hellopoetry.com/-niveda-amber/
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