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Words can be used to elevate
Words can be used to sink
Words can be used to stir up hate
When spoken or in ink

When stapled up correctly
Words can make a friend
Words can make an enemy
But that we won't pretend
When you wish, words can conquer
But they also can make peace
Words will alter the stories
You'll tell your nephef and your niece

Words can be used to flatter
Words can make a smile
Words can draw your future
Could keep your life in style

If you want to be bigger
It's easiest to use words
But one day you'll be deflated
You'll never fly with the birds
But if you speak correctly
You will be bigger now
But you have to meet your stories
The day when people ask you how

But it's all about the person
who's capable to speak
To use it to make miracles
Or to make people weak
The weapon that every man holds
The summer begins at seven
As the last song is sung
Last time we'll be together
before the future has begun
We laughed we cried we screamed we yelled
as a class we fought, as a class we fell

The teachers they are smiling
and the pupils they are, too
We will not miss each other
For we're not meant to do
They yelled, they screamed, just as we spoke
We laughed at them, just like a joke

But I am feeling empty
For no more I will glance
At that special someone
I will no more have the chance
I'll feel empty daily, for I know that I will miss
I'll miss the chance to see her, it was such a bliss

For some the future is an ocean
And it's now we drift alone
Guiding our on flagships
To split, yes we are prone
But will it ever happen, that we reunite again
Who would say they'd missed me, for I will not miss them
I found it fitting to add this poem now as the summer is almost over.

Written hours before school ended for the summer year 2011
I want to paint the world with my feelings for you,
I'll make the wind whisper your name.
I'll tear down the world if it keeps you in gloom,
For no-one else I'd do the same

I'd cater you the universe,
just to wipe your frown.
For when you smile you are so beautiful,
that with you I'm never down.

When I look to the horizon in the evening,
I wonder if you're looking too.
For then you know what I see,
Every moment that I think of you.
Millions of suns in the night,
make me feel so small.
The lead our way through the night,
as we answer to our call-
I can sit and stare forever,
at all these million dots.
Millions of stories that end never,
with tons of exotic spots.
Written 26th of July
The sight of you,
will always do,
your smile it fills my soul,
it takes away,
the grayest day,
it fills every void and hole.
I don't know why I'm frightened,
The days you end up gone.
I'm the only one to notice,
When my sun ain't there at dawn.

From secrets heard,
told from a bird,
I feel that I am losing.
I'll grip the streams,
and angry screams,
for you I'll take a bruisin'.
I thought that I could have you,
Keeps me here alive.
That there's no one here but us two,
Keeps my forward drive.

The thought of you,
is always nice,
In my mind I do percieve:
A person who,
is just so great,
that no one would believe.
It seems like I am shaking,
Not sure if I want to know.
If you are what I ache for,
Or if it was an illusion,
The fakest kind of glow.
March 2011
I've been stumbling for years
Without finding the part
the part that ignites my machine
I've been searchin' for something
that puts my engine in start
So I won't have to use gasoline

Is it something or someone
that has gentle hands
who will shift all my gears into go
'Til then I'll be lonesome
I have no strong bands
With people who tell me to do so

The streets I just walk
without intention or care
looking for stuff that is shining
Indifferent I look
As people badly fare
Looking for someone who's binding

But what can I tell you
I'm still laying in bed
Knowing that the day when I find it
That I cannot help it
When it sees only red
That I just can't rewind it
7th June 2011
Why are you living,
in this empty house,
filled with only pictures,
with no man and not a mouse.
What you hold dear,
left long ago,
is it your former friends,
you are waiting for?

What is it you dread?
Is it the light?
Will it be red,
or will it be bright?
Take the ride,
it will be rough,
don't dare to hide,
just say "Enough!"

With no one around,
you are now freed!
No more you're bound,
but alone indeed.
Go now out and climb the trees,
that you out of fear ignore.
When what's left is only memories,
it's time to make some more.
Originally written 4th of May 2011

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