A walking natural disaster.

06.20

"I have thunder in my hair,
lightning bolts shooting from my eyes.
I have the pouring rain under my skin,
the raging wind screaming from my mouth.
I have a heart made out of lava,
earthquakes rattling in my brain. 
I am
a walking
natural
disaster."

Jag har copyright på dikten. 

Dikt: Never will.

In the dark caves
that is in my head
is echoing a name
along with regret
and a knowing
that it never happened
and that it never will. 


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Dikt: 4 AM.

Once again
it's 4 AM
Thoughts are spinning
like carousels
And you're sitting
on every horse. 


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Lyanna.

En dikt baserad på A song of fire and ice, den är förmodligen helt förståelig för er som inte läst böckerna.


I am a wolf of a different shape,
just as unpredictable,
just as insurgent.

We loved and we shared,
ignorant of what may come to pass.
We tried but it was never our time.

For first there was a stag lined in my sight,
Big and proud, with horns so sharp.
and how I loved but feared,
that those sharp horns would rip me to pieces.
A bastard stag soon was born,
your child with a mother that wasn't me.
My beloved stag,
your horns ripped me to pieces.

A dragon can devour both stag and wolf,
and a false dragon did devour,
ripped the wolves of my pack apart.
They called you the true dragon,
the Dragon Prince,
and what a prince you were.

Men pulled me out from my deep sleep,
told me I had to go,
forced me to leave my pack behind.
There you waited.
wanted me to be yours.
"Someone like you can make me happy, not a Dornish maiden" you said,
"Your fire might burn me" I replied,
and with a smile you promised; My fire will only give you warmth.

A started to grow inside of me,
and the rebellion grew along with him.
Oh my dear wolf brother,
promise me,
take care of my son.
"Promise me, Ned"
My last words faded away,
as did my soul.
I'm sorry for what we started,
but the love a wolf bears,
is only meant for her pups.

Dikt 6.

When you cry and you don't know why,

you desperately want to be alive

now that the sadness dies.

You ask yourself "what's going to happen now?"

you feel like a newborn child.

You have no guide, you have no safety line,

you have nothing else but yourself.

The hardest part is to face yourself, every minute of every day.

You can not hide in your dark thoughts or daydreams.

And you shut your mouth, afraid of what's coming out

The only thing you fear is left eating you inside out

You cry but no tears come out

That thing you kept so deep in yourself

is here to stay.

Dikt: Tired

Skriven 2009

Tired of always crying
Tired of the feeling that I'm dying
Tired of looking like shit
Tired of seeing that my clothes doesn't fit
Tired of dreaming about how I die
Tired of watching the days go by
Tired of hating my reflection
Tired of feeling that there is no affection
I'm tired
Tired of being me.

Dikt: Fragile

Skriven 2009

So fragile...
I feel the blood running through my vains,
I want to slice a new open wound and let it all out.
It seems so easy to just let go,
but these things that are screaming inside my mind,
I just can't let go.
It's been two weaks since the blood touched my walls,
and the struggle keeps getting harder and harder.
But I'll try.
I'll try to let go.
I'll try not to make a new flesh wound in my heart.

Dikt: Drug overdose

Skriven 2009

Stop it now,
for I will vanish.
I want to steal your innocence,
crawl underneath your skin.
I want to feel through your hands,
I want to taste through your mouth.
I want to know if you really think about me.
Why did you turn out to be so cruel?
You'll soon forget me,
cause I was never something special.
I will linger here,
in the darkness
hiding behind nightmares and deceit.
You're too far away,
and I can't stand the miles that lies between us.
I will fight for you...
If only you'd let me in.
I'm jealous of her, she's so thin.
You'd rather save her than save me.
Drug overdose, here I come
I'll die with the thought of you in my head.
There's no use...
I'm already missing and you're already gone.