Poems

Ok, so I dont rime to well and its hard to translate poems from norwegian to english. But gonna post a few I wrote anyway.
Tell me what u think. Correct my english, tell me if something dont make sence etc.....

okay first one it a love poem


Every morning under the sheets
There you lie
With your eyes closed
And sleep your deepest sleep

You don’t know
That the one who’s not sleeping
Is your little girl
Who’s sitting and watching you

You are my sweet prince
And my sleeping beauty
With black hair and pail lips
I kiss your mouth and the prins wakes


You have the sweetest smile
On your chaste I lay my head
Just feeling your heat
Makes me so happy


I always be your little girl
If you just knew
How frightened I was to loose you

That time



You are so sweet where you sleep
Just want to kiss you more and more
You are the one I want
A last kiss good night.

and a not so happy one

I’m in my room. Have the knife in my hand, took it from the kitchen when there was nobody there. Take it and lift it up. Feel the cold steel against warm skin. I press the tip of the knife into the skin and cut from the wrist and up.

Pull slowly.

Even though it hurts, it doesn’t hurt more than the hurt inside. It bleeds, but I don’t care. Take the knife out and make a new cut next to the other one. I had imagined more pain than this.

Making the third cut now. It’s deeper than the other, and bleeds much more.
Starting to drip on my bed. The fourth cut is even deeper. Bleeding really much. I’m kinda dizzy now. Try to get up, but just fall back on my bed.

Don’t have much strength left, only enough for the final cut.

My eyes are closing. I’m floating out of the room. I’m free

And the last one for now. Sorry if they are a bit grim. Please come with feedback, good or bad.

Free


Blood flows
No pain
Knife in my hand
The little thing
Sharp enough to take life
Made marks on my arm
Cut more, please, cut more
Don’t want to live
Another cut
Tears and blood
That’s me
At least on the outside
Inside is empty
I’m free

Whoa.

That was deep (no pun intended)

LOL, non taken.
Dont get the wrong idea. Im not emo, I wrote them years ago and Im over it. But those things are so tabu so I wanted to post anyway.

I used to be a bit emo, but I wanted to take everyone else with me.....Thank God those days are long gone.

I was never really emo, just a stupid mistake.
There will be some more happy ones later, most my poems are about love. But its hard to translate when they are on rime

anyways. any ideas for improvment and so on?

Very powerful stuff. And the translation comes off well. I'd love to see some more if you've got them.

Okay, this one is a bit cheesy


Tell You

There is something i have to tell you

But I never get myself to do

I do not know if you can tell me the same

It is not that I cant find the right moment

It might be that I am afaid to tell you

Maybe, I am just afraid to tell you what I feel

I know I have to tell you one day

Maybe I am just afraid to tell you the truth

But one day I will be ready

And that day nobody can stop me from saying

I love you!

Is mine

The snow is falling
quietly over you
its so cold
you say
and show me your hand
I melt together
our eyes
and lay my hand
on yours

Now your cold
is mine
I say


The sun beams
play
with your face
it is so hot
you say
and whipe the sweat
I show you
my hart
and kiss you


Now your heat
is mine
I say



-o0o-

Beautiful.

Why this pain?
That roll over me
- and dont go away...
Like knifes in the hart
That itches deep in the flesh..

Why these tears?
That dont want to stop, disappear or be explained
Why these thoughts?
Of death, life and revenge.

What does it take to forget?
Forget the force.
Forget the longing.
Longing for safety
For happiness and true love.

How to move on?
On with those close to me.
-be able to look other people in the eyes...

How to know?
Know who I can trust again.
Know I am safe and never lonely..

Why me??

People define life and take for granted,
everything we dream and live for.
Inside we all have a feeling we might not dear,
to share with others.
We feel some sorrow and make it to a big deal,
and we are terrified to stand alone.
There are so many expectations of this and that.
Should we all follow the same way,
or make our own path?
As long as we love to live and give of our self.
What is the demand of our friends,
and must we always demand as much back?
Where do we stand and what do we do?

In my mind I walk in an unknown forrest,
I know the trees, but not the way.
When I follow my hart I like the simple,
and I want to give you what I want to give,
not what is expected
Once in a while I feel a sting in my hart
by what I experience.
They say is normal,
but I dont feel normal,
because every thought I have tell me Im not.

We are like night and day