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Poetry/song-writing
I don't do a lot of poetry / song-writing anymore but I found this one in an old collection of mine, and it was one of the few I still (really) liked. Hope you like it too! Translation of Icelandic part: The only thing I want is to hold you, Kiss me on the forehead, then you will never have to see me again. I swear that then I will have had enough; I know you're not the right one...although... Don't tell anyone... Don't tell anyone... |
The Words I'll Never Say
I don't know what you did, only what you did not do, Not sure why I hated you so much, hated everything about you. You were the opposite of me, something I would never be; Everyone loved you and you loved everyone - except for me. Maybe I knew it all along and hating you was just a defense; Didn't know then but I guess it now makes sense. When I think I'm over you, When I think I've forgotten you, You keep coming back to me, Because I can't keep you out of my dreams. Somehow the grass is always greener on the other side, Told all of my friends I'd never ever go there; of course I lied. So many years later still no one knows that I felt that way, I'm stuck with my own secret of the words I'll never say. I know you're not even right for me, I have everything I need, But my heart wants proof that you'd be wrong indeed. You should be out of my life It's four years already, soon five, I do not need it anymore, No longer want you…I think I'm sure. Now I don't know if I still love you or hate loving you, Or if I only hate you for everything it made me go through, If I saw you after all these years, still don't know what I'd say, Perhaps I would try to make it clear that I still feel this way. Even though I'm not sure it would help it would at least, maybe, then Let me start living life normally again. Það eina sem ég vil er að fá að halda utan um þig Kysstu mig á ennið; svo þarftu aldrei aftur að hitta mig. Þá sver ég, ég verð búin að fá nóg; Veit að þú ert ekki sá rétti…en þó… Ekki segja neinum… Ekki segja neinum… |
So many things
I know you like me, Yet it feels like you keep moving further away. You say you miss me, Though you don’t even know when you’ll see me again. And you once kissed me, And now I can’t stop thinking about that day. [Bridge] So many things I want to tell you, So many things I shouldn’t… [Chorus] Your smile makes me smile Make me happy on the inside. I feel so many things for you, Just not the things you want me to. Confused with myself. Because all of this somehow still doesn’t mean I love you. Love that you like me, But I hate being the one making you suffer. Like that you miss me, Yet it still hurts every time I hear you say it. Want to hear from you, While knowing it might make the end even tougher. [Bridge] [Chorus] I want us to talk, But also know you will need to get over me. It would break my heart, Although I was never even in love with you. So how can I say That maybe all I want is for you to love me? |
Brand new stuff from early 2018. Been debating with myself whether to publish it or not, since I quite like it, but there have been certain lines or words I've been editing or keep changing. Some of it is definitely quite cheesy, yet at the same time it can't be deleted without removing the entire 'point' of the lyrics. So I don't actually know if this is a final version or just a draft - I guess it's up to you.
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Try
How did we come to this? How much further can we go? Every time we talk, we talk a little less. Shout a little more. Shout a little louder. Every time we chat the chats get a littler shorter. Every chat gets shorter, Every silence longer. Every time you speak I fear what you’ll say; Small insinuations, big words. Every time you’re quiet - I hate it even more that way. It’s as if you love to break me with your words, But your silence can make me just as hurt. Somehow nothing I do is right, Small gestures, big favours, But not doing anything, and I will lose a later fight. Feel like I’m a puppet with which you hate to play, Yet if I make my own moves then it’s not okay. You tell me to do one thing, but it’s not the same as you do, Playing a game always only with your rules. Playing a martyr just to make me feel bad, So I know how different a girl you wish you’d had. |
A new piece! For real. I wrote this in 2017. It's been very lightly edited for my site though, because it was referring too directly to something/ someone... Thanks for reading. How did it come to this? How much longer can we go on? Can you really say we’re happy? Where nobody can stand each other for more than five minutes. I know you think any other girl would have done better than me. Admit it; every time I speak you fear it. Every time I don’t, you suddenly want to hear it. Everything is different from what you’d hoped I’d do, Think you think I’m different from the girl you once knew. |
Work from 2017. I edited it a bit because some of it sounded... not so good anymore, so the order of the verses have been messed with and some of it may seem a bit odd. |
Special
Don’t you ever miss home, your friends, the life you used to lead? I know you like me, but you can’t replace it all with just me. I don’t know what you and your brothers have been through, Should you ever want to talk about it then I’m here for you, If you don’t want to then that’s also fine by me; We can just sit here enjoying each others’ company. If only you had any idea of how silly I feel, Complaining about an old love when your problems are real. I don’t know how you manage to stay so happy and so alive; Would you even find out if your parents weren’t alright? I feel like your story is harder for me to hear than for you to tell, You seem so strong, while I’m definitely not handling it so well. My questions are stupid and I feel speechless in your presence, Don’t know if our friendship is the curse of war or a blessing. To others you may just be another statistic on TV, But I want you to know that you are special to me. |
Back in Peace
Everyone but you could see The way you used to torment me. Everyone but you could help Help me when I had hurt myself. And everyone but you tried To talk when they had seen me cry. Everyday... Everyday nothing but complaints. So I've stopped listening To anything... That comes from you. You never had a good impact on me. Now I can do what I want to; I can go, I can leave; I'll never come back in peace. All the things you always said, Now it all goes right through my head. How can I care anymore? You've yelled so many times before I know everything by heart; The words that tore my soul apart. |
Everyday... Everyday nothing but complaints. So I've stopped listening To anything... That comes from you. You never had a good impact on me. Now I can do what I want to; I can go, I can leave; I'll never come back in peace. You will take back what you said, But it'll be too late for regrets. 'Cause I never needed you, In fact you just made me stronger; I can stand up against you For so much longer. One day you'll come back to me, Begging for forgiveness, But even if you'd confess What you've refused to see, I'd never come back in peace. |
Found this poemy thing in my 'archive' - from 2010.
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The Eternity
Background:
This is my pride: my oldest and biggest piece. My childhood friends used to queue up to read my newest chapter. It doesn't look very big, but that is because the 70 pages I have are all in Danish - and this is just an excerpt that I started translating. I started writing it when I was 11 years old. Many things, including in the translation, have therefore been edited from the original, "childish" version. The entire idea, plot, most of the lines and descriptions are the original workings of my childhood brain though, and it is still intended for children. This (and Harry Potter) is the very reason I wanted to become an author, and if I were ever to publish a book I would aim at this one. So enjoy your little preview! As more will (slowly) get translated, I will add it here. Please have patience though, as I have many other things to do, and other texts I am, or should be, working more focused on at the moment, including finishing the original version in Danish. (Now that I have finally found a "translation" for the crystal ball, perhaps translation will be smoother. The crystal ball still has a better name in Danish though...) |
Extract from the first chapter:
The sky was full of weird birds flying around like confused flies. They were different sizes but all had proportionally gigantic feet in a wide variety of colours. I had never seen them before. Something else was strange too though; a light, like a star, but that grew bigger, and stronger. Eventually it was so strong that it lit my room up more than during daytime with all lights turned on. It kept growing, and it got closer. The tranquillity of the strange birds and the light reminding of a very sunny day were not the conditions I had expected for my window to suddenly blow open with a bang, but that is what happened, and suddenly the light source itself was soring in the middle of my bedroom. The light slowly got weaker, until a vague bodily form started appearing from it; a small elf. I thought perhaps I had fallen back asleep and re-dreamt my previous dreams, yet I felt it was weird that I was conscious of dreaming. The elf had small pink wings, clear, blue eyes, small, purple mouth and white-greyish fluffy hair. The dress was a self-glowing light colour with awkwardly lengthened sleeves. I got shocked when the miniature person suddenly said very decisively that ‘from now on I am your wishing elf.’ I was not so shocked by her ability to speak, as such, but rather because I had not woken up by her talking, which then in turn, if this really was happening, did make her words shocking. This complexity made me extremely confused, and it must have shown on my face, because the elf continued (although not so clarifying): ‘I have heard of your wishes and now you get to make a wish.’ The more she said the more perplexed did I become; if it was a dream, why had I not woken up yet? If this were reality, then there would not even be a need to explain why I, or anyone in such a scenario, would get confused! ‘Well? So what do you wish for? Not that I really have to ask…’ the elf continued, for the first time mumbling unclearly. Despite having just told my father I wanted to travel the eternity, when asked by a stranger I felt it sounded so silly, so I decided to pretend I did not know what I wanted. ‘Err…I don’t really know.’ ‘I know what you want to say, stop pretending, just say it!’ This time her voice was sharp and she had turned strict. She did not feel like a very wishy elf anymore. ‘But why are you asking if you already know?’ I resisted, trying to be as clever as she alleged herself to be. She did not reply and looked at me as to confirm I was not at all as clever as she was – obviously, she had seen right through me, even twice now it seemed. ‘Well…I wish I could go into the eternity, and just live there, whenever I wanted!’ ‘Why did you not just say that! As if it were a problem,’ she started speaking unclearly again. ‘Is it not…?’ I asked, if possible, even more disoriented. I do not think she heard me though; at least she did not reply and she had started, it seemed, looking for something in her pockets and shoes and wings. ‘Eh-excuse me, what are you doing?’ I asked carefully. ‘Looking for my magictragiccrystalball of course!’ |
Two chapters (and start of third). Download below:
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