#liv - Hello Poetry

Det var en gång En man bestämde sig att lämna allt bakom sig För att söka framgång Det var en gång En man åkte till en främmande stad Bara för att han hade tillstånd Och hört om den på en verkstad Det var en gång En man hamnade I en värld mer mystisk Än han trodde Det var en gång En man som försökte Vänja sig vid kulturen Hamnade vilsen Det var en gång En man tänkte sig Att åka tillbaka Varifrån han kom Det var en gång En man föredrog Att stanna lite längre För att utforska mer och bättre Det började som en saga Man vet inte riktigt hur eller när det kommer sluta Men mannen förväntar sig Att i framtiden kunna dela med sig Av att han levde lycklig i flesta av sina dagar Med sina gamla och nya kompisar Kanske med några barn Men troligen med kärlek.

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Mar 9, 2020

Mar 9, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC

GorAmb

Händelser

Det var en gång En man bestämde sig att lämna allt bakom sig För att söka framgång Det var en gång En man åkte till en främmande stad Bara för att han hade tillstånd Och hört om den på en verkstad Det var en gång En man hamnade I en värld mer mystisk Än han trodde Det var en gång En man som försökte Vänja sig vid kulturen Hamnade vilsen Det var en gång En man tänkte sig Att åka tillbaka Varifrån han kom Det var en gång En man föredrog Att stanna lite längre För att utforska mer och bättre Det började som en saga Man vet inte riktigt hur eller när det kommer sluta Men mannen förväntar sig Att i framtiden kunna dela med sig Av att han levde lycklig i flesta av sina dagar Med sina gamla och nya kompisar Kanske med några barn Men troligen med kärlek.

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Her er intet blod Men jeg bløder Her er ingen tårer Men jeg græder Her er ingen lyd Men jeg skriger Her er intet liv Men jeg lever Lidt endnu

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC

InvisbleMoon

Levende

Her er intet blod Men jeg bløder Her er ingen tårer Men jeg græder Her er ingen lyd Men jeg skriger Her er intet liv Men jeg lever Lidt endnu

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you see this little girl walking down the street you'd never know its death she's trying to beet because those kids at school will tell her she's not worth it like she's second class like she's not a person I find i kind of funny when these kids walk on they all want a friend and she could have been one this little girl she'll g home and cry call-in' out to god 'why cant I just die! everyone hates me, I'm just a waste of space, I am not loved and this time I've had enough everyone turn's as she fights depression the only way she can get someone to listen is when se go's to confession Like she had something to be ashamed of when its the kids who make her want to take off now she's sat up in her room looking out at the moon, sad that she has to go so soon but, she knows she cant take it anymore "The world the sick one" she writes in her final words all she ever wanted was to have fun now she's braking down like a little kid she cut at her wrist's she's had enough this her body hits the ground she had enough of It now she is gone d you really think that its over because she's the dead one? I find it kind of funny that you think that its over its a soldier that she needed and I failed her, but I will fight on even when she's gone for the kids who don't have one my soared is my song as this winds to an end I will never back down even when theirs no sight of an end I mad a promise to fight and I will fight till my end I just want you to know their is someone who cares and if you need I will forever be their till the vary end you don't have to be scared you dont have to be scared just take a deep breath, close your eyes I cant tell you it'll get better but for now I'll be your reason why and if I ask can you do me just one thing? just don't give up, after losing her I've had enough I know I seem tuff but I cant take it if you go if I could I would put us in hand cuffs to let you know that if you jump were both going down down,.....down

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC

AndieMayOstrander

i find it kind of funny ~rap (suicide triger)

you see this little girl walking down the street you'd never know its death she's trying to beet because those kids at school will tell her she's not worth it like she's second class like she's not a person I find i kind of funny when these kids walk on they all want a friend and she could have been one this little girl she'll g home and cry call-in' out to god 'why cant I just die! everyone hates me, I'm just a waste of space, I am not loved and this time I've had enough everyone turn's as she fights depression the only way she can get someone to listen is when se go's to confession Like she had something to be ashamed of when its the kids who make her want to take off now she's sat up in her room looking out at the moon, sad that she has to go so soon but, she knows she cant take it anymore "The world the sick one" she writes in her final words all she ever wanted was to have fun now she's braking down like a little kid she cut at her wrist's she's had enough this her body hits the ground she had enough of It now she is gone d you really think that its over because she's the dead one? I find it kind of funny that you think that its over its a soldier that she needed and I failed her, but I will fight on even when she's gone for the kids who don't have one my soared is my song as this winds to an end I will never back down even when theirs no sight of an end I mad a promise to fight and I will fight till my end I just want you to know their is someone who cares and if you need I will forever be their till the vary end you don't have to be scared you dont have to be scared just take a deep breath, close your eyes I cant tell you it'll get better but for now I'll be your reason why and if I ask can you do me just one thing? just don't give up, after losing her I've had enough I know I seem tuff but I cant take it if you go if I could I would put us in hand cuffs to let you know that if you jump were both going down down,.....down

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Jeg lever bag lukkede mure Riv mine mure ned Inden jeg forsvinder helt Dybet trækker i mig Jeg er bange for at blive væk i mit indre Her er intet fred Hvis bare jeg kunne skrige det væk Lade verden vide at den er forkert Jeg er en huleboer af natur Benægter min afhængighed af hverdagens luksus Jeg vil hellere end gerne lade mig skylle væk Skylle væk i drømme utopi I illusioner og falske fortællinger Om en verden af rigtige mennesker Riv mine mure ned De bliver tykkere hver eneste dag Jeg lever alene Her er ingen andre end mig og lydløse skrig Den konstante angst De sorte penselstrøg Jeg har mishandlet solen Lugten af morgenangst breder sig Natten har narret mig Søvnen er ovre Riv mine mure ned

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Jun 7, 2015

Jun 7, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC

InvisbleMoon

Sorte penselstrøg

Jeg lever bag lukkede mure Riv mine mure ned Inden jeg forsvinder helt Dybet trækker i mig Jeg er bange for at blive væk i mit indre Her er intet fred Hvis bare jeg kunne skrige det væk Lade verden vide at den er forkert Jeg er en huleboer af natur Benægter min afhængighed af hverdagens luksus Jeg vil hellere end gerne lade mig skylle væk Skylle væk i drømme utopi I illusioner og falske fortællinger Om en verden af rigtige mennesker Riv mine mure ned De bliver tykkere hver eneste dag Jeg lever alene Her er ingen andre end mig og lydløse skrig Den konstante angst De sorte penselstrøg Jeg har mishandlet solen Lugten af morgenangst breder sig Natten har narret mig Søvnen er ovre Riv mine mure ned

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I de aller længste sorte, mørke nætter fyldt til randen med regn er det så rart at vandre forpjasket fordrukken over det brolagte søgende efter det absolutte ingenting i mørke kopper med den næste salige lykke i.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC

ordomkasteren

Nat

I de aller længste sorte, mørke nætter fyldt til randen med regn er det så rart at vandre forpjasket fordrukken over det brolagte søgende efter det absolutte ingenting i mørke kopper med den næste salige lykke i.

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Med morgenånde kysser jeg min smøg og ønsker min dyne et fortsat godt liv.

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC

ordomkasteren

Morgen

Med morgenånde kysser jeg min smøg og ønsker min dyne et fortsat godt liv.

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det er bare tomme ord tomme ord der fylder rummet tomme ord der bryder igennem stilhedens tykke vægge ord man ved hvis betydning ikke eksistere fordi de tomme ord er ord der bliver sagt når venskabet allerede har mistet dets ynde og pragt c.t

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC

carololololo

tomme ord

det er bare tomme ord tomme ord der fylder rummet tomme ord der bryder igennem stilhedens tykke vægge ord man ved hvis betydning ikke eksistere fordi de tomme ord er ord der bliver sagt når venskabet allerede har mistet dets ynde og pragt c.t

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