#1989
The wound is
Pouring
Open
No sadness
No somber
No melancholy
Only anger
Dripping
Rage
Souring
Flames
My story
Our story
The history
Between you
And me
The violence
The blood
The flood
What i once
Called
Love
I hate it
I loved so many
Songs
Treacherous
Dear john
Haunted
They made me
Belong
I felt it
In these songs
I sang
Along
I too thought
How romantic
It is
To be played with
Haunted
To escape
Into
This
To feel
Finally
Wanted
An older man
The slope was
Slippery
I ran full speed
Fell
And flew
If I only
*******
Knew
Loving him
Was red
Bleeding
Dripping
Starving
Only
Longing
Pouring
Into
Someone
Who only
Used you
For
!!Fun!!
I never listen
To them anymore
Now that i know
The meaning
I know
Behind them
I feel
So stupid
Singing along
So used
Loving those songs
So blinded
So obtuse
You
Abused
Me
And i turned
It into
A
Melody
And sang
Along
I thought that love
Was pain
I thought it
Was nothing
But
Suffering
It's all i knew
Around me
Fights
Knuckles
Screams
Bleeding
Hatred
Cruelty
Words
Stealing
Me
Stealing
What
I
Believe
Love was
Wanting to puke
Love was
Wanting you
Love was
Bugs crawling
In my skin
Love was
Everytime
I heard you
Sing
Love was twisted broken
Endings
Love was everything
We had
From the beginning
I thought it was
Love
To feel violated
Betrayed
To feel afraid
Misbehaved
My secret parts
Tearing
Apart
Free for your pleasure
Free as your treasure
I bled for us
To be together
I never listened
To those songs
Again
The ones she sang
They bring
So much
Shame
It's another thing
You ******* stole
From me
Today I listened
Today i remembered
All of it
The melody
The excitement
Feeling haunted
Feeling used
Feeling wanted
And abused
Feeling you
Feeling
You
I remember
The slope
The hope
The games you started
The regret I wanted
Wanting to run
Wanting to be someone
I remember
I was so young
So young
My life had just
Begun
I wanted to belong
To someone
To heal you
To understand
What everyone else
Misunderstood
I wanted
To be
Loved
To show you what it
Really was
You opened me up
When I didn't want you to
My kindness was so strong
You saw it through
You used
It up
****** me dry
Made me cry
I never loved you
I was so desperate to
Please
I let you release
On me
You knew
Yet you stole
All of me
My destiny
My mind
My sanctity
My kind
Ness
Ness
Endless
Suffering
You stole
My dignity
My respect
My trust
My neglect
My pain
My abandonment
My shame
My name
My fame
My debut
My speak now
My birthday
My red
My reputation
I'll never be the same
All i get to claim
To claim
In my own
******* name
Is this rage
Growing and festering
Inside
Of
Me
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
Some people didn't like it, it's a game that certain people detest.
I'm talking about the NES game 'Castlevania II: Simon's Quest'.
I bought this game in 1989 on the last day of June.
I bought it 30 years ago today in the evening or late afternoon.
It's a game where you must discover things and go exploring.
Some people say it ***** but those are the ones I'm ignoring.
You have to go in castles and collect Dracula's body parts.
You have to collect his nail, eyeball, rib, ring and his heart.
You collect Dracula's body parts in order to **** him.
Certain people hate this game but I think it is a gem.
Before playing other Castlevania games, I played this one first.
Out of all of the Castlevania's made, it certainly isn't the worst.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
She was so beautiful, I just can't explain it
Her gorgeous brunette hair, and her cute smile
She was petite, and had a port-wine stain
But that didn't matter, I was madly in love
That summer went by way too fast, it ******
When we said our goodbye, I just had no clue
Would I ever see her again, was there a chance?
I wanted to stay in touch, she meant a lot to me
We had great chemistry, and she had my heart
I saw her about a year or so later, still beautiful
If I had known we would never cross paths again
I would've told her then and there, how I felt
No doubt about it, I still think about her today
I wonder what she's up to, hope she's well
I've tried to look her up, but nowhere to be found
Whenever I hear that song, I think of her
I was definitely in love, she had my heart
She will always be something special to me
Just wish I could find her, and let her know
The summer of 1989, I remember it well
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
I remember my younger days
Were the ashes of fire grew higher
Crowds and streets with empty praise
If they practice truth in the mirror, they´re a liar
I remember the iron curtain
Blocking any ray of sun
When crazy mind´s were the only sane
and you could´t trust anyone
I remember childhood dreams
That died for each year that I grew
A time when ends justified the means
and what joy meant no one knew
I remember beliefs forced upon me
Until I was convinced they were my own
When being a alive was the same as being free
Feeling unsafe under the roof of my home
I remember the color red
On the ground and on the flag
I remember the tears I shed
When I lost the few good things I had
I remember being scared
To sell my soul by mistake
To become like the people I feared
and not realize until it was too late
I remember a foreign earth
Across borders, beyond the wall
Where no one decided what a life was worth
I remember waiting for the barricade to fall
I remember my younger days
Memories burned into my mind
I remember the crowds and streets of heavy praise
When the fog lifted in 1989
«Copyright Johanna Magdalena Husebye»
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC