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DET  Jan 2016
Quote:5
DET Jan 2016
"If you dream of success then work hard cuz it's 100 percent to make it happen all you gotta do is work hard I know it takes a lot of work but you'll see that hard work means something as you go."
                                                                  -D.E.T
Copyright © 2016 D.E.T All Rights Reserved
siger til mig selv enogtyve gange, at det jo ikke er det,
jeg vil, men hvad ved jeg om det, når jeg ikke har prøvet
det endnu, det er jo så dumt, det jeg formår at gøre det
til, det at jeg ikke formår at fortælle dig det, jeg gerne ville
det gør det ikke mere falsk, bare indpakket i alt det fra ganen
der nu har forgrenet sig med løgne, der er viklet ind i
nylonsstrømper og neglespidser, der flænser dem og det
hele, når det ikke er, som det skal være, siger vi, det er
fint nok, men når det er, som det skal være, kalder vi det
for acceptabelt, vi siger det ikke, som det er, for hvordan
er det nu også lige, det er, udover det er svært at uddybe
er det også svært at fortælle dig alt det, jeg gerne ville for
jeg har kalk på tungen og mine øjne er grå, jeg er ikke smuk
men det er jeg også ligeglad med nu, for det er i hvert fald
ikke det, jeg behøver, at sige flere gange nu
- digte om et papmachesind
vi er lavet af den slags sølvpapir, man
krøller sammen, og smider på gaden
jeg tror, endnu engang, at jeg har prøvet
at  kreere plads et sted, der var opfyldt, og
du fylder så meget,  men  du er den eneste,
der kan få mig til at grine med tårer i øjnene
de siger, at influenza på sjælen ikke smitter,
men jeg havde det godt, før du havde det
elendigt

til sidst får man bare nok, så man tatoverer
streger i sandet, og siger, det hele er blevet
for firkantet, og kanterne bøjer og svajer så
det næsten ikke er til at holde ud at være i
eller at se på
jeg tager mig selv i at gå ture omkring din
opgang; læse navnet fra dørtelefonen op ni
gange  i en regelmæssig rytme lige indtil
mine læber begynder at bløde i blå nuancer

de siger, jeg ikke har samvittighed, men min
sjæl sitrer, når andre former dit navn på læber,
der ikke er mine egne, så noget føler jeg vel
du siger, jeg ikke har følelser nok under bleg hud,
men jeg havde det godt, før du havde det
elendigt

så noget føler jeg vel
- digte om onsdage
jeg er hende den sjove
hende, der bryder den isbelagte tavshed,
og får dig til at smile, når du mindst venter det
jeg er hende den sjove
hende, der danser over alle skarpe følelser,
og sjældent skærer sig
jeg er hende den sjove
hende, der altid fortrænger smerten
med velkendte, høje grin
jeg er hende den sjove
hende, du har patent på at grine med,
det er jo derfor, du er der
jeg er hende den sjove
hende, der ikke kan græde uden at grine
jeg er hende den sjove, men det er
ikke sjovt
- elektriske silhuetter og rød læbestift
DET  Jan 2016
Weakness
DET Jan 2016
By:D.E.T

You stick your nose in my business
So, you can listen to my weakness
Am I surprise that you used my weakness

No, not really
Cuz I feel pity
Cuz you thought
That what you heard
Was a good word

To listen
You tellin' me you're a cold hearted
Good, let's get it started
Cuz a cold hearted
Doesn't fall in love

Listen you wanna be a cold hearted
That's what you wanna be
I got a weakness

Yeah, I struggle
With my troubles
Sebastian  Jun 2015
Det Var Mer
Sebastian Jun 2015
Du sa mer i tystnad än i orden
Du gav ett namn åt längtan
Inget håller dig bunden

Det var mer än vad jag nånsin gjorde

Tog det första steget, jag förstår det
Man kunde visst ändå,
I rädsla finna modet

Det var mer än vad jag nånsin gjorde
swedish poem by me
mine lunger er nok sorte nu,
for jeg fodrer kun mig selv med sort te og aske
hvis de sprætter mig op, og leger med mine organer,
ville det ikke være et syn for børnene nede i gården
huden hænger langs knogler som
var det på tilbud i det lokale supermarked
og det ville jo være nemmere hvis
jeg bare kunne sove lidt mere end
jeg plejer, så ville mine øjenlåg
nok ikke være så jordslået
mit hjerte er nok sort nu, for jeg fodrer det
kun med hvide vægge og dine uendelige
historier om dengang, det var onsdag,
og du glemmer ligesom alle andre,
jeg aldrig har været barn, og gudskelov for det
altid var jeg hende den voksne på
tolv år gammel nede på trappen
med en pakke cigaretter i hånden
og mærker på håndledet
- digte om onsdage
DET  Feb 2016
Quote:10
DET Feb 2016
"Love brings fears. Pain brings hate. Love is what create's the pain and hate."
        -D.E.T
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DET  Jan 2016
To the Writers
DET Jan 2016
By:D.E.T

It's all simple
Picking up a pencil
But when it comes to mental
The writers start to hit a level
Where it all goes double mental
Yeah, you can try to be gentle
To your pencil
As you think so,
Hard your mind begans to act like a volcano

Cuz as you start to think
How to plot this
I mean you can or can't
So, if we can't we start to think
Straight
So, soon as the ink
Reaches to the paper
We plot 'em
Like dot's
We don't care about the spot
We just jot
Down the dot's

An' as we write, write
We hold on tight
Still we gotta be polite
For what we write
Soon as we complete the paper
And show it to the people we can see our character

And as we get lost in our wonder's
We don't realize about the hour's
Cuz we don't mind
Cuz we got an eye
For what we jot down
We are too focus on our zone
That we don't know
On what we had thrown
Ourselves
No, this ain't no mess

Cuz when we pick up the pen
We drop down the name
Cuz the lines can be a rhyme poem

If we don't got paper it may become a issue
But if there's tissue
Paper
We drop it
Cuz our thoughts
Is what we need to drop

We can write somethin' that can be nonsense
So, that can give us
A chance
To make a difference

Us as writers we gotta live life
Cuz there are still words that lies
On the side
Of us

We care if our arm
Get's harm
Cuz we need it hold on the pen tight
And write

Us, as writer's we got a friend
That will never end
And that's writing


(There is a second part for this but it is not complete)
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DET  Jan 2016
Afraid to Fall
DET Jan 2016
By:D.E.T

When I woke up
I was broken when I knew that you weren't forever
Baby, don't ever feel
Bad cuz I know that our relationship wasn't real

Maybe like you said it was just a deal
So, don't go around
And fall back to the ground
Cuz this wasn't for real

Gray
Days has passed by
Since the day
We wave goodbye

Now another week
Has passed by
Can't believe

When I woke up
I was hook up
When I saw that you spoke up
Yeah, you could see that I was choke up
As you stood there

Now here
We are
Our love grew so, far
That I even call it forever

Baby, hold me closer
Cuz I don't ever
Want to lose you
Cuz without you I know I wouldn't have any clue

Baby, you are my glue
When my heart was broken
You took a moment
To focus
Yeah, and as I noticed
That you were the one
That had won
My heart

You are my purpose
Why always feel nervous
Cuz you're the only person
That makes me feel ready to face all the surface
Boy you got me here with you forever

Can't explain the way I feel
It's like I'm not sure if this is for real
Cuz I just want be clear
Oh, my dear
I'm afraid of getting broken
Cuz I'm opening up my emotions

Don't even know how you turn my darkness
Into the light
Now I can see everything bright
Is funny how I never believed in fairytales
I promise you I will not fail
Cuz I don't want to lose some like you

Maybe I'm just afraid of thrusting
Or maybe I'm just afraid that you and I are something
Then it may turn to nothing

Yeah, I'm afraid of falling
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DET Nov 2016
BY:D.E.T

Faith belongs to those who are not blind
To sight the light and darkness
When the light's fade
All you are left is with darkness
Because 'tween the light there was always the darkness
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DET  Jan 2016
A Solider's Life
DET Jan 2016
By:D.E.T

Every soliders has a uniform
With beautiful
Meaning
But you don't know how every morning
Some soldiers
Are praying

To come alive
Cuz they are they don't want to say goodbye
To their beloves
So, they look above
Pray to god
Not to fail on his job

As soon as they step the fields
They don't know how it's feel's
To see one another and not know whose gonna make it
But as they face it
They know they are not mistaken

Yeah, as they hear the gun shots
Alot of their thoughts
Are spinning around
As they see how some hit the ground
They want to drop down
But they know they gotta fight
And hold their breath tight

Yeah, the danger
Is getting closer but before
They hit they pray to a angel
As they hit the base
They just ask god for peace

And us we should be thankful
Cuz even if both of their ankles
Were in pain
The took the chance to fight
For what we think it is not right

Yeah, think about it
Cuz there are some kids thinking about
Their father who happen's to be a soldier
Hoping that their life is not over

But what would you do if you received a phone call
Telling you, you just lost your daddy
Probably you'll be running to your mommy
And saying tell me that this isn't real
And there is no word
That all you hear is silence

Yeah, if we don't want anymore death's
Then we should stop all this violence
Every solider is a hero and we should no forget to pray for them cuz they have given their lives to save us:(
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han ville smile, når jeg fortalte ham,  
hvordan min læbestift
altid sidder fast til min hud som lim,
men han ville ikke svare
på mine postkort uden afsender
du siger vi lever i en verden,
der ikke findes,
og jeg siger, vi findes i en verden,
der ikke lever
der er gået halvandet år,
og jeg tænker stadig på dig sommetider
når det regner, og mit hår hænger fast
til mine negle som skarpe
metalgenstande  mod min hofte
når jeg sluger sorte sten for at tænke
på noget andet end dengang
min mor sagde, at man kun græder fordi,
man har ondt af sig selv
når jeg venter på bussen og får øjenkontakt
med de modkørende bilister,
vil min tunge føles rug fra de grin,
vi har grint i din baggård
jeg gemmer dit navn i min lever
sammen med transparente silhuetter fra i fredags,
jeg gemmer dine ord langs min rygsøjle
sorteret i alfabetisk rækkefølge,
jeg gemmer din stemme i mine knogler,
så hver gang jeg skriver noget,
vil det altid handle lidt om dig
mine ribben vil skrige af savn, og mine håndled
vil græde når solen vågner
der er gået halvandet år, og alting er uklart
som cigaretrøgens tåge, undtagen omridset
af dit måneblege ansigt
den sorte kaffe smager stadig blåt,
men det taler vi ikke så meget om
i hvert fald ikke længere
- digte om onsdage
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