Chances

06-12/12 at 20:59 (Creativity)

Hello again, not so long time since – eh?
I just wanted to post a poem that reminds me to always smile and try to accept that things might not be greate, but that life deserves another chance. It’s in danish, since I wrote it in tenth grade as a project.

Chancer
Hun står der,
Helt alene
Og bare kigger,
Kigger ud over havet.
Er det en grund til det?

Hun føler sig ensom,
Fordi verdenen er stor,
Hun kan nemt mærke regnen,
Der render ned langs hendes hage.
Som et tegn,
På at verdenen forstod hendes smerte.

Det eneste hun hører
Er bølgerne som hvisker,
Og mågerne som skriger,
Hun skriger med,
Og det hører alle,
Vinden, vandet, ja, alle.

Hun går nogle skridt
Og føler den våde sand
Og det kolde vand,
Dette er hendes yndlingssted,
Her er hun ikke med mobberne.

Hun ser på vandet,
Med sorg i øjnene,
Vandet hvisker til hende,
«Kom til mig, du søde»
Hun bider tænderne sammen,
Og vender ryggen til.
Hun er villig til at give livet,

Endnu en chance.

Hope you liked it.

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My time in the headlines

06-12/12 at 20:50 (Daily)

Hey you guys out there.
I have no idea who are reading this, or if anyone are. Am I writing to a blind eye? Probably. Because who cares about the little girl from Norway? Who cares about the twenty year old, unconfident girl who is about to break everyone she knows? I didn’t think so. This is my outburst. This is my time to shine. Or to tell my story. See, there is a reason for what I’m about to do. I miss it. I miss the country that in so many years have been my home. And that in the last five, only have been a memory. A vague one. A memory which increases bit by bit. I need new memories. I need new experiences. I need Norway. Ofcourse, Denmark is great. But my life is in Norway. I belong there. Not here. And no, I’ve entered a depressive period because of the loss of my memories. I’ve changed. Probably quite much since last. I need it. I need my home country. I need my family. I need my home.

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