Digte af.. Mig!

[Jacinthe N. E. N. Lerche]

Hm.. Ja, jeg har det med at digte rigtig meget. Så ville lige give et par eksempler på mine digte. Jeg kan godt lide at skrive digte hvor jeghele tiden skifter mellem to ting.

I want to smile. (Fortid/Nutid)

I take up the old picture.
Look at an angel face so pure.
She's playing, she's laughing.
She don't se anything.

I want to smile like I did before.
Don't want to cry no more.
I want to give my mum a hug,
Don't wanna say 'I dont give a f*ck'

She playes with her friend.
She dont have to pretend.
Her and dad didn't use to fight.
She used to kiss him goodnight.

I want to be a child again.
I want to be ten.
Only a year ago I were glad,
I think im getting mad.

Long before a girl losther mind,
before she became 'One of their cind'
She had wings to fly,
She gave the world a try.

Cant you see, I'm getting insaine?
Dont you feel, I cant take the pain?
Am I really weak like you say?
When I'm crying, and dont want to stay.



Kniven: (Handling/Tanker)

Kigger i spejlet, men ser intet, udover tomme øjne.
Et ansigt, ædt op af løgne.

Kniven kører ned mod min arm.
Bryder gennem huden, følelsen af blod er varm.

Ædt op af folks forræderiske ord.
Følelsen af tomhed er endnu stor.

Kniven køre over armen
Nyder stadig varmen.

Tomheden svider i mine øjne, solen skinner.
Der vil stadig gå lang tid før I vinder.

Røde perler begynder at danse rundt.
Faktisk føler jeg at dette er sundt.

skal ikke få mig nej.
Ikke nu hvor alle andre har svigtet mig.

Kniven kommer dybere ned.
Jeg skal bare blive ved.

Der er kun få der ikke er gået.
Men jeg vil ikke holde jer, jeg er tilfreds med det jeg har fået.

Trækker langsomt kniven væk,
Men perler danser stadig rundt, i lange fine træk.

Mine følelser svinder langsomt ind
Jeg vidste at dette ville hjælpe, og det gør det, trin for trin.

Betragter de legende dråber,
Sidder nærmest og håber.

Håber at deres leg vil blive ved.
Håber at jeg engang får chancen for at lege med.

Smiler let for mig selv, og rejser mig fra stolen.
Trækker gardinerne for, så jeg ikke kan se solen.

Mørke kan jeg bedst lide,
Det er en ting om mig selv jeg kan vide.

Lægger kniven fra mig, tørre blodet af,
Mere kunne jeg sagtens ta'.

Men ved at jeg burde stoppe nu,
Gid at jeg i tankerne ku'.

Gemmer langsomt kniven væk,
Men et lille skulder træk.




Undskyld hvis der er engelske gramatik fejl. -Er jo kun elleve, har ikke alt for meget styr på dét der..

Hvis jeg får skrevet endnu et godt digt kommer det nok ind her..

[Kassandra Lycan Clarjio]

Herre godt.. o.o ... Undskyld mig, men er ret dybt.. Flot skrevet....

[Jacinthe N. E. N. Lerche]

Mange tak ^^

Her kommer et til. Skrev det i forgårs..

My Family.

No, mum please don't cry.
I didn't meant it like that.
I promise I'll try.
Mum, please don't be sad.

No, dad, please don't get mad.
He didn't meant to hurt you.
I tried, so you wouldn't get sad,
to make my baby brother shut up too.

Where have my family gone?
Why are we no longer.
Oh god, what have I done?
I just tried to make you stop hunger.
Hunger after a perfect life.
I tried to do what you wanted me to.
An look at me now, me and the knife.
But i'm just not good enough for you.

No, sister, please stop kicking me.
Don't yell, don't yell, don't.
This is not how we are meant to be.
And if I tell you to stop, I know you won't.

Now, mum, please don't get drunk.
I know you are sad, but please, stop.
I promise,i'll try to get out of my world of punk.
You're not the only one who's not on the top.


Where have my family gone?
Why are we no longer.
Oh god, what have I done?
I just tried to make you stop hunger.
Hunger after a perfect life.
I tried to do what you wanted me to.
An look at me now, me and the knife.
But i'm just not good enough for you.

No, Rune, please stop yell.
When was last time mum took care of you?
I can't count that many days, I can tell.
Why is it allways me, why am I suppose to?

No, Nanna, please don't turn away.
be a part of this family again.
I miss you, what more can I say?
I haven't hug you since I was under ten.


Where have my family gone?
Why are we no longer.
Oh god, what have I done?
I just tried to make you stop hunger.
Hunger after a perfect life.
I tried to do what you wanted me to.
An look at me now, me and the knife.
But i'm just not good enough for you.

I'm.. just.. not..

[Emolica Zippow]

Wauw du er god!
Kan godt lide dine digte

[John Krestler]

jacinthe det er f*c*i*g nice fundet på jeg kunne godt tænke mig at snakke poesi med dig jeg er eæendig (^_^)


You are trying to look in my eyes
But I see right trough you lies
You say please don’t hate me
But this feeling aint free

You try to kiss me
But love I don’t see
you say I love you
but the light want come trough

you shout higher and higher
but I know you are a bad lier
I just want to get to the end
But I hope you will remember me as a friend

I got to the other site
And I know you just cried
But I see right trough your head
And see the anger so red


en lile smagsprøve men det er dårligt

[Jacinthe N. E. N. Lerche]

Hmm.. Kan ikke se hvorfor du synes du er elendig ? Jeg synes digtet er godt. Dog kan jeg jo så sige at hvis jeg kigger min smag kan jeg godt lide at læse lange digte, selvom jeg ikke selv digter vildt lange.
Men selve digt delen er god, efter min mening
Hvis du er interesseret i at tale poesi med mig, så kunne du evt på min messenger, eller noget i den stil

Forresten mange tak ;D

[Jacinthe N. E. N. Lerche]

Living is killing me

If I never were born,
I would never have waned to die
If I never waned to touch the thorn
I would never had had to lie
I’m not worth anything, not pretty
No matter what you say, I won’t agree
I don’t know how everything turned out so shitty.
Don’t you see living is killing me?

People dislike me, I know
I’m not even worth your hate
Just want to turn off the show,
But maybe this is just fate.
For me to turn down everyone
So they can hate me even more
Wouldn’t that be fun?
Yeah, it would, I’m sure.

If I never were born,
I would never have waned to die
If I never waned to touch the thorn
I would never had had to lie
I’m not worth anything, not pretty
No matter what you say, I won’t agree
I don’t know how everything turned out so shitty.
Don’t you see living is killing me?

Still, nothing compared to how I hate me
Same shit, same person, just a different day
Today’s a good day to die, don’t you see?
Just wanna fade away
Away from me and this body that I can’t live with
I’m stupid, I’m ugly, and I’m fat
Where the hell is my happy smith?
And am I the only one who sees that?

If I never were born,
I would never have waned to die
If I never waned to touch the thorn
I would never had had to lie
I’m not worth anything, not pretty
No matter what you say, I won’t agree
I don’t know how everything turned out so shitty.
Don’t you see living is killing me?

And then you come,
You change it all
For once I feel like I’m some
You sweep me off my feet and make me fall
And I believed everything you said
You made me smile
Don’t know how I could believe that
You just liked me for a while

If I never were born,
I would never have waned to die
If I never waned to touch the thorn
I would never had had to lie
I’m not worth anything, not pretty
No matter what you say, I won’t agree
I don’t know how everything turned out so shitty.
Don’t you see living is killing me?