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Josefiné [hjärteregn] Emil

Kategori: Allmänt, dikter

Sticks and stones might break my bones,
but words can also hurt me.
Sticks and stones break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
 
Pain from words has left it's scar
on mind and heart that's tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed,
it's words that I remember.
 

♥ Long time ago

Kategori: dikter

jag känner paniken växa,
inuti
precis innan tårarna börjar rinna
i stora floder
för du tog allt ifrån mig
jag kunde ingenting
om det här

inte förrän du kom in i bilden
och det äckliga
smutsiga
som förstörde allting
som gav mig rysningar
av obehag
som delade mig i en miljon delar

som fick mig att se
att ingenting är som det egentligen ska vara
och jag hatar det ordet
positiv
hur ska jag kunna vara det
när jag är så trasig?
allting är borta nu

de speciella banden som höll oss ihop
från början
som gjorde allt betydelsefullt
var är dem nu?
Jag kan inte låta bli att se
min del i det hela
varför?

För du var allt

Candy & Dan

Kategori: Allmänt, dikter

Once upon a time there was Candy and Dan.
Thing's were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere
do anything for her.
Oh, danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.
He was handsome, and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars,
it was the afternoon of extravegant delight.
Danny the daredevil.
Candy went missing.
The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks,
i wanna try it your way this time.
You came into my life really fast and i liked it.
We squelched in the mod of our joy,
i was wet-thighed with surrender,
then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.
This is the business, this is what we're after,
with you inside me comes the hatch of death
and perhaps i'll simply never sleep again.
The monster in the pool.
We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans,
everwhere i looked.
And sometimes i hate you.
Friday,
i didn't mean that mother of the blueness,
you pointed at the sky, that one called sirius or dog star,
but not here on earth.
Fly away sun.
Ha, ha fucking ha, you are so funny Dan.
A vase of flowers by the bed.
My bare blue knees at dawn.
These ruffled sheets and you are gone and i am going too.
I broke your bed by the back of the head but
the baby he died in the morning.
I gave him a name
His name was Thomas.
Poor little god.
His heart pounds like a woodoo drum.