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Clindballe Jan 2015
dine summende ord flyver rundt om hovedet på mig
blander sig med støjen fra min overophedet computer
en unødvendig larm i rummet
jeg fanger dig som myggen på væggen
jeg masser dig som myggen i min hånd
du er en blodsugende myg på jagt
efter opmærksomhed
men det er også det eneste du får
for ingen har kærlighed til myg som dig
de finder dig
de slår dig ihjel
som myggen i min hånd
Skrevet: 25. Januar - 2015
YV Jan 2014
Each breath I take deepens the psyche within my mind.
I think am I crazy all of this has to muster  so I can decide yes or no?
I look into the alone and cold surroundings of mine.
I do this by choice.
I view life as something beautiful and eternal yet I frown upon the mention of all things warm.
I also see each aspect of myself."Fully figured" they say these's are perfectly fine for a 16 year old.
I grimace and tear within and respond ,"*******!".
I've dreamed of being a walking mummy.
I think ,"Oh a size zero is fine." and smile and try my best to reach myg goal. If it cost me my death
Sasha Ranganath Mar 2019
myg
when you open your eyes
i see vast space
where your thoughts flail
like leaves on a windy day
when you begin to speak
i hear and old soul
with a lingering passion
to go on, move on, what next
your words burn me
like a cigarette on raw skin
they pierce through me
like a thousand icebergs all at once
and when you try letting go
and becoming someone else
i beg for you to return
and wrap me once again
with poetry and prose
cuss words and all
you are all the oceans
and galaxies
the whole universe
and what's beyond it
baby you
could be the hope for all posterity

— The End —