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.
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A tale for Tosh and a Letter home
Since my story didn't make the cut for the vote in the tales for Tosh compition I took part in I have decided to share it here. It is inspired partly by Sean McCann's song: Soldier's song and the feelings I had when a close friend of mine went to war not to long ago.
Listen to the song first and then read my story :)
A LETTER HOME
It seemed as if the dark blue sky almost surrounded the house itself. The midnight air was still varm, but a cool breeze was blowing in from the waters. The stars were glittering and the moon lit up the porch. In the far corner there was a bench and at the end of it was a woman hinding in the dark. Only a feeble ray of the moonlight hit her and if you walked by the house chances are you would have missed her.
She was a beautiful sight. Her long brown hair fell down her shoulders and it seemed like it was almost sparkling where the moonbeams hit it. She looked a bit tired, but noone would have a second thought of why that was, had they seen her, since it was so close to midnight.
Had you seen her her beauty might had convinced you to take a closer look and you might have seen the letter she was holding in her hands. The paper was crumpled and dirty, but she held on to it as if it was made of gold. Her last treasure in this world.
A breeze hit her face and blew her hair back. She shivered and her face turned a little darker and it was as if her eyes grew more tired. The wind had brought worries along with it. A tear fell from her eye and ran down her left cheek before she drew in a long breath. As the air filled her lungs she gathered up enough courage to finally open the envelope and take out the handwritten letter inside of it.
She started reading and she felt like he was right beside her, speaking the words on the page into her ear. His voice’s sounded soft and calm and she tipped her head as she listened to him tell her about the dangers and how he tried to be careful and take as few chances as possible. Another tear fell from her eye, when he told her about his fear of the dark and what might be waiting out there in the dessert night.
She felt her heart skip a beat as he told her how much he missed her, but all he had to do was to look up at the stars and he would see her face and she smiled as she read the sentence he always ended his letters with: “Goodnight darling - I hope all your dreams will come true. I’ll send all of my goodnights to you.”
Had you noticed her now you would see she was smiling. Smiling through the tears that was running from her eyes. Crying and alone in the dark dark with her crumbled and dirty treasure still in her hands. If you were looking at her, you sure would have noticed her green eyes sparkel as if she had seen a familiar face when she looked up at the stars. You would heve seen how the breeze touched her face. How she smiled and how her tears suddenly stopped falling as if a reassuring hand had touched her cheek.
You probably also have her as spook to the sky and the twinkling stars above her: “Goodnight love - my dreams will come true as soon as you are back here with me.”
And had you heard this sentence you would have watched her as she got back up on her feet and headed back inside and you would like me have remembered have she stopped in the doorway and you would have smiled to yourself as she turned around and looked up at the sky once more, “I am sending all of my goodnights to you too.”
Had you seen this girl in the febble light from the moon you would, like I did, have seen her all of your goodnights as your head hit the pillow that night and every night since then, untill you had noticed month later sitting beside her at the bench on the porch - sharing a moonbeam with her.
I hope u enjoyed it :)
All of my goodnights to all of you <3
Listen to the song first and then read my story :)
A LETTER HOME
It seemed as if the dark blue sky almost surrounded the house itself. The midnight air was still varm, but a cool breeze was blowing in from the waters. The stars were glittering and the moon lit up the porch. In the far corner there was a bench and at the end of it was a woman hinding in the dark. Only a feeble ray of the moonlight hit her and if you walked by the house chances are you would have missed her.
She was a beautiful sight. Her long brown hair fell down her shoulders and it seemed like it was almost sparkling where the moonbeams hit it. She looked a bit tired, but noone would have a second thought of why that was, had they seen her, since it was so close to midnight.
Had you seen her her beauty might had convinced you to take a closer look and you might have seen the letter she was holding in her hands. The paper was crumpled and dirty, but she held on to it as if it was made of gold. Her last treasure in this world.
A breeze hit her face and blew her hair back. She shivered and her face turned a little darker and it was as if her eyes grew more tired. The wind had brought worries along with it. A tear fell from her eye and ran down her left cheek before she drew in a long breath. As the air filled her lungs she gathered up enough courage to finally open the envelope and take out the handwritten letter inside of it.
She started reading and she felt like he was right beside her, speaking the words on the page into her ear. His voice’s sounded soft and calm and she tipped her head as she listened to him tell her about the dangers and how he tried to be careful and take as few chances as possible. Another tear fell from her eye, when he told her about his fear of the dark and what might be waiting out there in the dessert night.
She felt her heart skip a beat as he told her how much he missed her, but all he had to do was to look up at the stars and he would see her face and she smiled as she read the sentence he always ended his letters with: “Goodnight darling - I hope all your dreams will come true. I’ll send all of my goodnights to you.”
Had you noticed her now you would see she was smiling. Smiling through the tears that was running from her eyes. Crying and alone in the dark dark with her crumbled and dirty treasure still in her hands. If you were looking at her, you sure would have noticed her green eyes sparkel as if she had seen a familiar face when she looked up at the stars. You would heve seen how the breeze touched her face. How she smiled and how her tears suddenly stopped falling as if a reassuring hand had touched her cheek.
You probably also have her as spook to the sky and the twinkling stars above her: “Goodnight love - my dreams will come true as soon as you are back here with me.”
And had you heard this sentence you would have watched her as she got back up on her feet and headed back inside and you would like me have remembered have she stopped in the doorway and you would have smiled to yourself as she turned around and looked up at the sky once more, “I am sending all of my goodnights to you too.”
Had you seen this girl in the febble light from the moon you would, like I did, have seen her all of your goodnights as your head hit the pillow that night and every night since then, untill you had noticed month later sitting beside her at the bench on the porch - sharing a moonbeam with her.
I hope u enjoyed it :)
All of my goodnights to all of you <3
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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 ;)
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 ;)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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!!
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!!
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