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wrong side of life ( digt )

Indlæg by Gæst on Fre 26 sep 2014 - 15:20

følte mig kreativ, og jah, så skrev et lille digt, hmm.

i wake every morning, letting my feed on the floor, and letting op.
never wanna stand op, but need to, because i can't stop to awake.
i walk to the toilet, and look in the mirror, looking myself in the eyes.
and hate's what i see, because i remember what i have done, day for day.
i talk to my god, and she say's she ashamed of me, of what i have done.
what have i become? what have i done? i do not know, and i do not understand.
but i still feel the pain, every second im alive, and i do not remember why.
arm's wide open, i stand alone, all i want is a hug and people who tell me.
that it all will be okay again, that i never need to feel the pain anymore.
that im on the right side of life, that i don't need to hurt anybody again.
but i still don't understand why i still need to hurt people, sometimes.
im not made of stone, i know right and wrong, but sometimes you don't have a choose.
i pay the price every day, with the pain in my soul, a remind of what i have done.
i call myself soldier, because the wars in my soul i have fight to survive myself.
what have i become? today i don't know, and all i want is a small hug.
arm's wide open, i stand alone, and all i want is a tiny hug, when i can cry to a shoulder.
i can't blame anyone for what i have done, i did not have a choose.
but in my soul i know i have a choose, i did just choose what i thing was best.
and now i pay the price, when i go further and further away, closer every day.
to the end, and i still smile, don't know why, all i want is a tiny hug.
i still smile, because i know it's the right to do, but not always.
my god she says to me i cannot be forgive for what i have done.
and i understood, because i feel the same way, when i open my arms and hoping.
i stand alone, i know i don't, but it's just that people do not know the real me.
im on a lonely road, on the wrong side of life, and im not made of stone, you know.
i hear from my god today, and she sound just like me, but who have i become?.
i don't know, so my arms it's wide open, and all i want it's a tiny hug.
i saw the devil today, and he looked a lot like me, i do not understand.
i looked away, i turned away, because i don't want to be like that.
but i don't have a choose anymore, so all i can hope for, it's a tiny hug.
im on the wrong side of life, and im getting closer every day, to the end.

håber folk forstår, og ingen had tak, im tired of that.

hilsen Teddy.

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Re: wrong side of life ( digt )

Indlæg by Millicent on Fre 26 sep 2014 - 16:13

Åh .... En lille hus poet.

Like i have said before, så taler digte til mig ved at formidle følelse.
Det handler ikke om grammatik og vers rim, ikke for mig anyway.

And i hear you! And i feel you.

At the end of the day, we all stand alone.
Det er det barske ved livet, ik ?
Selv folk vi stoler på og giver vores kærlighed til, kan ende op såre os- mere eller mindre bevidst.

Livet er en hård nød, og vi knækker den gang på gang for at smovse det der er inden i :)

* giver Kuuma et knus *

Smile, your a good person - og du kæmper for at holde dig på rette side af fortorvet.
You just keep up the good Work - and if you slip sometimes.....get back in the sadle and ride again ! :)

Rigtig god weekend,og tak for at dele.

-Millicent.
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Re: wrong side of life ( digt )

Indlæg by Gæst on Fre 26 sep 2014 - 16:17

yea, følte mig kreativ, og jah kedet mig, så følte mig bare for det, men tak Millicent.

you are right. we are all alone in the end.
og barske? du har ret dog o.o
endnu en gang har du ret, kære Millicent o_o

hvis livet var nemt, var da ingen grund til og leve det, får jeg ofte at vide owo

*krammer let Millicent*

i may smile, but when can i smile for real? jah jeg kæmper, men ikke alle kan kæmpe for evigt o.o
i try to do it, and i know, that's why im still moving owo

tak og i lige måde, Millicent, er glad for du gad og læse det :)

- Teddy.

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