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Aug 2013 · 389
Love
Marie K Aug 2013
It is funny how we run away from people
who we don’t like.

Just to run after other people,
who don’t like us.
Jul 2013 · 496
Another Friday night
Marie K Jul 2013
We sat on the balcony
drank a ****** good wine
I became drunk
we laughed hard and loud
and later we went onto the streets
to bars where I met D.
and I drank even more
so I wouldn't be able to recognize my own thoughts
and I couldn't
But somehow it slipped through
the feeling
the tiny, stupid feeling only for D.
At home I vomited
to get rid of the evening
it was just another Friday night.
Jul 2013 · 527
Chocolate
Marie K Jul 2013
Now I am going to bite
One sharp movement of the jaw and another by the teeth
as they press down on
Soft, butter like, chocolate
and it is poured out into my mouth
as the heat from my saliva makes the chocolate melt into a pool
which fills the corners around my tongue and under the palate
Until at last
very slowly
I sink
Jul 2013 · 817
Golden
Marie K Jul 2013
You are a star now and nobody knows who you really are
but you are great, a miracle, pure gold
Ohhh you love everybody
But who are you?
Take a drink, leave earth and die just for one night
we are sinners in heaven
We have cheated them and they don't even know
They don't even know
Can you imagine all this fame, so much love
love for the unloved.
Do you still keep in contact with those from old days
God I don't hope so.
We have golden business to do here, we have diamond roses to pick.
When will it be enough, I don't know
I don't know anything,
did I die or am still alive, did he love me or did I he lie.
As my mother did when she gave birth to me
unspoken promises.
I am star and nobody knows who I am, but I am golden
and she dances like rain on the streets, for men in suits with money in pockets.
Maybe tomorrow will be a time for babies, big houses and five persons cars,
but give me another shot and I will throw it down,
just give me another shot.
A shot for the dumb and unloved
for those who never made it
Jul 2013 · 487
Where are you going
Marie K Jul 2013
When I was child - this is a sentence often heard
But when I was a child
Yes when I was a child I thought - 'life is about dogs and four bedroom flats'
then I became young and immature
you can say it was my nature
To believe life was kind as the sun
burning you out of the blue
Literally.
So I became A D U L T - some sort of a disease
full of an angry infection, eating heart and chest
slowly consuming every inch of liberty and freedom I've ever felt
Hey hey hey
Where are you going now
I asked myself
I ask myself.
Jul 2013 · 443
Like wine
Marie K Jul 2013
I have no talent. Just like wine
So we have become best friends
wine and I

Some day everything will be good.
I tell you that, my dear wine
until then you must keep steady.
Be still, hold on, follow me, down down down.
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Jul 2013 · 372
Age Fourteen
Marie K Jul 2013
Once I went to a graduation
it was a nice one
but a mother didn't come
and a girl went to the graduation
Alone
it was a nice one
but she was alone
Jul 2013 · 818
A poem for humans
Marie K Jul 2013
You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

Stars and rocks collides
There is snow on mountains
Birds die in aircraft engines  
Feelings are a function in the brain

Do you understand now?

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

Sartre knew about anxiety
****** killed millions of people (without touching them)
I once knew a cat who killed a bird (by touching it)
The sun makes life on earth possible.

Do you understand now?

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

A human contains 5 litres of blood
Fire is a chemical process
388.000 people drowns each year (more or less)
I loved a boy who didn't love me

Do you understand now
Jul 2013 · 411
Understanding.
Marie K Jul 2013
I want to see myself, as you see me
Just to know how I came across

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to know if you felt anything at all

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to know who I was

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to understand.
Jul 2013 · 1.3k
Love for the unloved.
Marie K Jul 2013
I don't think my white shirt ever matched your leather vest.
Or that my clumsy attempts at showing emotions towards you, was a good idea.
I don't know why I fell in love. Please don't ask.
I feel pathetic as I weep these ridiculous tears
and I beg my mind to leave you alone.
But it wont.
In fact it doesn't care about white shirts matching leather vests
or hearts beating equally.  
I try to cut ever single thought about you away.
But you see, I don't do cutting any more.
Though I might be able to drown it or hang it -
or make its stomach into a fire of pills and liquor.
Yes I could make it stop by that.
But it is pathetic as well. Self loathing is for the weak.
I am not weak.
I drink wine and do those drunken things, that makes the next morning awful.
But I drink that wine good, and I smile and laugh with teeth and sound.
Yet the fact is;
I just don't match you good.

— The End —