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Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Her står jeg i all min nakenhet
Skriver dikt på norsk og greier
Jeg vet ikke helt hva jeg skal si
Hvordan jeg skal sette ord på det

Engelsk ville fått dette til å se fancy ut
Med kompliserte ord og uttrykk
Men her kommer det rå og nakne
Rotete formulert, uten rim og slikt

Du får fram en helt ny person i meg
En person jeg selv må bli kjent med
For dette er ikke likt noe jeg vet om
Dette er alt helt nytt og rart for meg

Følelser jeg ikke har hatt før
En tvil om hva jeg egentlig vil
Jeg vet ikke lenger faktisk
Noe jeg alltid har trodd jeg har gjort

Det er mye du ikke vet
Mye du ikke bør få vite
Jeg vil ikke ødelegge deg
Livredd for at det skal skje

Gi det tid, så vil jeg skjønne
Hva jeg selv innerst inne vil
Jeg vet hva jeg vil ville
Men det er ikke alltid rett

Dette er som en ny sang
Som jeg må lære å synge
Og spille på piano perfekt
Før den store framvisningen

Er det mulig at tiden vil si
At solo er formen for meg
Eller kanskje det er på tide
Å gjøre det til en duett?
Vetta fæn lenger jeg
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
This is all so new to me
It's a new kind of love
It's not overwhelming
Like the others, no
It's slow and steady
A love filled with safety
Not a love planted in
The way he looks
No, it's the way he is
His talents and charm
Yes, that's what it is
This is all so new to me
It's a new kind of love
But guess what?
I like it
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Fine.
I get it.
You didn't say it.
But I get it.
I'm annoying, right?
It was too much
Having a person caring about you
A person who loved you
To the moon and back
You didn't want the attention
But why?
Why not good morning
And good night texts?
Why not a random phone call
Where I said "I love you"?
How could you say no
To having a person putting
You first of everything else?
How could you treat me that bad
When all I ever did to you
Was done with pure love?
You just lose someone
Who truly cares about you
I lost a person who doesn't
Care about me
It's your loss, darling
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Never before
Makes sense like
Suddenly things just
The world differently
When you start seeing

I'll give you an example;
Have you ever tried
To read a poem from
The bottom to the top?
I think this will be a series of messy poems..
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Yes, I admit it
I am that typical girl
Who waits for the prince
To show up

And in my dreams
He rides a horse
And brings roses
And chocolate

Please, stop!
Before it's too late
Listen now
What if...

The prince is
Terrified of horses,
Allergic to roses
And disgusts chocolate?

Life is not a fairy tale!
Why didn't anyone
Tell me that the world
Is not a cliché?
Just some 11.24 pm thoughts
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
I know you're having a tough time
And don't see the end of the sadness
But listen, it's not a crime
Not even a madness

I hope you'll be happy soon
I hate to see you like this
You're the sun and the moon
The world you gently kiss

In spite of all of the hate
Please, keep on, stay strong
I know you can do great
Believe me, I'm not wrong

If there's anything I can do
To make this easier for you
Even if there's just a few
Be kind, give me a clue

I have some words left to say
And they're not out of the blue
Because in the end of the day
I do really love you
Dedicated to my dear friend Henrik
Marte Lindholm Dec 2017
"You're moving on way too fast,
slow down girl!"
Don't you think I know this?
Can't you see this is my way
of coping with life?

The tears have made permanent
rivers down my cheeks
And my eyes have got
a natural red tint

My head I keep up
And my smile is of course
forced to be seen
Fake it until you make it

The thing is
I don't want it to be like this
I don't want it to go on
so **** quick

I don't seem to have
the power to make a change
I just have to hold on
To this roller coaster my life has become

But after all
This is
As everything else
Just some late night thoughts
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