Stikkordarkiv: Poetry

Time

Time is precious Time is fragile Spend it wisely Let go of the thiefs When it’s gone you can’t get it back Freedom in keep on going living Janne Helen June 2017

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Damaged Me, rewritten…

For the first time in history I have to rewrite one of my poems. After the last couple of weeks discoveries I had to admit that I was damaged by more than one: They Damaged Me They damaged my no … Les videre

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Your Face In The Moon

I see your face in the moon while the stars shows like fireworks around your face Walking down the road in the moonlight on an icecold night the reflection of the fireworks in the snow It shills me as much … Les videre

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A Little Of Your Time

Do I sting? Do I frighten you? Is my truth too painful for you? What about me then? Is it right I should stand up for all this all alone? You can’t remove my pains. You can’t undo it. You … Les videre

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True Pain

I haven’t experienced war I haven’t seen anyone die But I have experienced to be beaten, spit on, looked up, sexualy abused. I have experienced people turning their ears off not to listen to pain and to understand. I have … Les videre

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I am angry, but I can’t be…

I am so angry and all I want Is to shout, yell and scream And break something hard But I can’t manage to be Angry like that He strangled me Took my breath away Lost my feelings one by one … Les videre

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I Am Just Lying There…

I Am Just Lying There… I am just lying there… I’m turning so he easier gets the clothes off I refuse to do it myself his own dirty job I don’t want him to do it… Sometimes the nice clothes … Les videre

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