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The life of a teen
At this very moment Iβm an 18 year old, from Denmark. I donβt have much idea of who I am, but as many scientists state, my brain is still under development, so I choose to believe itβs okay. I donβt really have hobby hobby, but I enjoy trying new things, and have periods of times, where Iβm fixated on a certain thing and will be doing that, until Iβm tired of it. It has been painting, drawing, gym...
Monday 15th August 2022 8:38 pm
A crack on the chameleonβs mask
By way of a mockery
You tweeted
βAlways truth will take
the upper hand!β
Backing
The sanctimonious
Of your brand
That adore to
Bedraggle mother land
Cooking stories,
In deluding the
Global community,
That served you
A magic wand!
Yes true to
Your words
βThe truth
at last prevails,β
Lately, your mask
Has suffered a crack;
The revolting record
Sniffed from your track
Revealed...
Saturday 3rd July 2021 5:54 pm
The melodic grass
This music,
it makes me want to fall from the water
float in the sky,
stare at those lips
and kiss those green eyes,
drink from the clouds
and jump on the pond
to feel the stars
and gaze at the stones,
the rythms , the notes
melt my mind
ignite my visible voice
I'm not here nor there
maybe inside a void
floating on the blues
maybe its a d...
Monday 14th December 2020 8:23 pm
THE KNOWLEDGE
Nobody knows everything
But we should know what we do
Books are there for reading
And courses there to go
Don't say:"I know enough"
Your brain, sure, will freeze
Don't let someone to laugh
If you meet someone who knows
That the rule of good knowledge
Learn what you really need
The knowledge has a good bridge
To cross it, you must read
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:17 pm
No Title.
They say people don't hurt the same
And I wish that wasn't true
Because going through this alone
Is something I'm not sure I can do.
Tuesday 30th January 2018 1:57 pm
Who Am I?
I am noise and thought,
I am not who I ought.
I am freedom,
I am fight,
I am the smallest glimpse of starlight,
In the deepest, darkest, stormy night.
Because of fear,
I am,
In spite of fear,
I thrive,
The death of hate and ignorance,
Is what keeps me alive.
I speak for the minority,
A voice for words feared spoken.
With ink and web,
My words are spread,
And your weak bullets are b...
Monday 12th January 2015 3:58 pm
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