Rainfall

A picture...

and a poem....

- The thunder is rolling in

my heart is on the outside

and I am drenched to the skin

The rain starts pouring down

before lightning stikes

I decide to hang up my crown.

Looking back....

My past is a big part of who I am today and sometimes I do look back. Today I searched through some old papers and found this poem. If I had to guess I'd say I wrote it in 2004, but it might be a bit older than that and it is called:

Far Away from Home

1000 neddles on my skin
The dark surrounds me
And the world starts to spin
Watching myself from a distance
Is this happining?

Starting to doubt my own existence
Alone - far away from everything known
Silent tears falling from my eyes

Wishing myself back to my home
1000s of hours passes by
The darkness gets darker
And I just want to die
Knowing that would kill them
I just move on
Carrying a picture - like a gem

Alone - far away from everything known
I scream into the wind
Trying to free myself from this dome

1000s nights I cried myself to sleep
Then finally a pale light
And filled with hope I took a leap
Feeling the warmth on my face
I know I made it through
But my heart still holds an empty space

With friends - still far away from home
I find myself smiling - laughing
Knowing everything will be okay……

Ready...

Ready ... to let go? Ready... to share.

Not sure which or if it is maybe both. I always keep my poems close at first because they are very personal to me. Sometimes I share them with people or maybe even put them up on the blog, but it is far from all that make it so far.

This poem is about a friend of mine who died, so maybe me posting this will mean that I'll let go for good now? Maybe... hopefully - anyway here goes!

HOWLING AT THE MOON

Like a hand reaching in
stealing a breath
stopping a heart
Like waterfalls of tears on skin
Freezing - unable to move
Falling into the void you left behind

Her soul rising and floating free
soaring like a bird
sailing to the sun
Looking down at us all to see
tears falling from loss
tears falling from eyes she loved

Waiting to her from you soon
but the words wont come
the sound stays lost
Then I hear wolves howling at the moon
and I know you're free
and I know you're where you're suppose to be

The land of dreams with eternal sunshine of a spotless mind....

This is my fifth post during my writer's week and today I wanna share my two fave english poems with you. The first one I wanna share is written by William Blake and it goes like this:

THE LAND OF DREAMS

Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.

"O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O father! I saw my mother there,
Among the lilies by waters fair.

"Among the lambs, cloth'd in white,
She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn;
O! when shall I again return?"

Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.

"Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star."

My mom read this poem to me when I first began to understand english and it holds many memories and great importance to me.

To other poem I want to share with you is Eloisa to Abelard http://www.monadnock.net/poems/eloisa.html and it is written by Alexander Pope. The first time I read this poem was in high shcool and I loved it right away.

You might now part of the poem from the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, since a few lines is used in the movie and it also gave it it's name.
These are the lines:

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;"

Beautiful right? :)

It's only words - and words are all I have!

Second day of the writer's week and I wanna use some of my own stuff. I have previously share some of my own poems on this blog. Fx you can read Seasons of the Soul here: http://mylife-nothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/07/seasons-of-soul.html and Out of reach - Out of control: http://mylife-nothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-wind-cuts-like-knife.html .

What inspires me to write is alway different. When it comes to short stories they just kinda poop into my head. Almost like already existing events that just need someone to tell them where poems are different. Whenever I write a poem it is because something in my real life drove me too it and they are always very personal to me. They are based on feelings from my own life our those of people close to me. Take Out of Reach - Out of Control - that one I wrote when Igor hit Newfoundland last year. One of my close friends lives there and not knowing what was going on drove me to write that one.

I always write my short stories in danish where my with my poems the language vary. When I went to high school I wrote a few ones in french, but today my language of choice are either english or danish. I wanna share a few with you here and the ones I have chosen are all english since it is the language I have chosen to use on this blog from the very beginning.

This first one is very old and I couldn't have been much more than 12-14 years old when I wrote it. It is about being sisters and the love you can have for a person that is very different from you. It is not my best work but one of my first poems - in english anyway.

SISTERS TO THE END

The worst of enemies
The best of friends
Two very different lives
but no need for making mends

One life long fight
One life long love
they both believe they are always right

The worst of enemies
The best of friends
They are sister to the end!

This next one written for two of my close friends. They wouldn't want me to use their names so I wont. I really admire them and they have been through a lot and they are still together and it is one of my best poems.

LIKE US

Like a leaf - floating in the wind
Like a wave - rolling in from the sea
Like the sun's motion across the sky
that's how we are
you and I

Like a bird - flying over the city
Like a horse - running over the field
Like a lion roaring at the horizon
that's how they'll be
our daughter and son

Like the snowfall of December
Like the spotless sky of June
Like the blomming of May
That's how we'll be
when we're old and grey

Like the terror of the storm
Like the stillness of the mountains
Like the beauty of the sea
that's how it'll end
and together we'll still be.

This one is me telling you of the homeless people "who walks the streets of London." I meet this homeless woman who had lived on the streets in London for most of her adult life. Her story really moved me and when I was back in my hotel room I wrote this poem:

A HEART BREAKING

The sound of the waterfall
The cry of a newborn baby
The roar of the angry lion
The avalanche thundering to the ground
The banging af the jungle drums
The scream of the mother's loss
The clashing of the storm
Is the sound of the broken heart

I hope you have enjoyed some of my poems and if you keep following my blog I am sure a few more will find their way on to it in time ;)

Writer's week

Like I've written on this blog before - I love words. Reading them, listening to them and writing them. I have decided to do a writer's week on my blog this week. I'll be using my friends writings, my own and published stuff in form of other blogs, lyrics, poems and short stories.

I am open to suggestions so if you know me drop me a note on facebook or send me an e-mail, if you have a suggestion and you don't know me personally drop me an note here.

Today I am using one of my friends writing. She love words and writing as much as I do and I've seen her do everything from long ongoing story lines to beautiful describtive poems.

Here is some of her work:

FEELINGS

by Krista Eddy

I don't want to forget them
But I'm forced to do it all the time
For you, you belong to another
And you will never be mine

I think of you and smile
I get this happy feeling inside
But when I'm told I shouldn't feel this way
It's something that I'm forced to hide

I don't want to hide them
But I'm forced to do it everyday
Push them down deep inside
Wish they would go away

But as much as I want them to
They won't go away
They just keep getting stronger
Day after day

I want to let them out
I want you to know about them
Because I have to keep them hidden
These feelings I feel for you.

If you wanna read more of Krista's work she is also blogging http://rantinandroarin.blogspot.com/ . Her blog contains her online story Sail me Away and tails from her Newfoundland life.

Enjoy.

Cause he had something to say.....

I've always had a great love for words since I was a little girl. I was listening to music trying to memorize the songs of danish artist when I couldn't have been much older than 3.

I loved it when my sister read out load to me and even before I started writing and reading I was making up stories which i recorded on to an old taperecorder.

Then I got older and I learned to write and started spitting out stories of dragons, witches and horses on paper. Wierd subjects? Yes, I know, but none the less true!

For a while through high school I forgot about this passion of mine, but a few years ago it returned and I started writing poems and today I even write short stories to when ever I get the chance.

So when I like a movie or a song the lines and lyrics has just as much to do with it as the actors and the melody. My point is that I don't often realize this before I sit down and really listen to the lyrics of a song like I did last night.

I already knew both Sean McCann and Alan Doyle of Great Big Sea are some of the best lyricist in the world (at least in my opinion), but this song really moved me more that any lyrics normally do(maybe because it in a way brough my thoughts to my own family and my grandparents).

This song is not yet released but hopefully it will be soon. It is written and preformed by the amazingly talented Sean McCann. Take a listen... and be moved!!

Where the wind cuts like a knife

A few days ago hurricane Igor hit Newfoundland, Canada, where a close friend of mine lives. Almost all newfoundlanders made it though this safely and so did my friend, eventhough the experience has left it's marks and with good reason.
Igor turned over trees, flooded houses, washed out bridges and roads. In other words left Newfoundland in chaos!!
Newfoundland is a place I admire and hope to visit one day and I have no doubt in my mind it's people and cities will recover from this, the worst storm they've seen for years.

The first I've heard of the hurricane hitting NFLD was when i turned on my tv after getting home from school. I was surprised to see this place on the news in Denmark (that does not happen often) and concerned for my friend. The damages to the city offcourse isn't even half as bad as when Katrina hit New Orleans but I felt it hit me harder or at least in a different way. When you know people living where disaster hits you feel a need to help the second you realize something is wrong so maybe gloabalisation, facebook and everything else that binds people together across countries is what is gonna save our world one day. Who knows...

But no doubt the storm was terrible and I feel very lucky to live in Denmark where storms like Igor usually passes by, where earthquakes don't happen and I am still to see a twister...
And living on an Island when a hurricane hits really doesn't look fun does it???



I wrote this poem after reading my friends journal on the day and after I knew she was safe and with her family...

It is called Out of reach - out of control.

When wild winds rushes through
when the sea is roaring
and water is crashing from the sky
When the world she knows is flooding
when her home is no longer safe
and help is hard to find

When you just go by your day
when you turn on your tv
to see streets you recognize in chaos
When you feel trapped worlds away
when all you wanna is help
to linger the pain of a friend

When she fears the sorrow of loss
when she is surounded by family
and still she feels alone
When disaster hits close to heart
when a place so far feels close
and still out of my reach

Seasons of the soul

I wrote this poem about a month ago and it is called Seasons of the Soul and it kinda stays with my theme from last nigth, that no matter how bad you might feel there'll always be brighter days ahead :D


The heart withers and falls
breaking with every lie
The leaf falling from a tree
like a tear from the eye
Like the ponds that freeze over
so does the heart, little by little
Like a fall between summer and winter
So am I - stuck in the middle

With the rising of the spring
a soul will be set free
Like the newly born kittens
I'll open my eyes too see
The beauty of the sky
and the world that now is
I broke lose from the cold of winter
floating like the bird - toward my forgotten wish