Comments Posted By Trine
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I gruvene i Bolivia utvinner dei koppar. Dei har store hattar, solbrune andlet og fargerrike kjoler. Dei er fattige, nokre har blikk som er prega av det. Det er kaldt i gatene, frost om natta. På dagen går dei til jobb, hoppar opp på lasteplana på bilane og lar seg bli køyrt til dei kalde, harde gruvene
» Posted By Trine On 04.05.2015 @ 3:09 am
I want to demonstrate the pros and cons of who I am
But you won’t let me do that, you only ever
Let me demonstrate anything, when it’s my love for you
I don’t think that I can do this anymore, I don’t
Want to show you something you already knew.
» Posted By Trine On 02.16.2014 @ 11:27 pm
It turns out
You are exactly who I thought you were
And I am
Better off without your controlling
» Posted By Trine On 01.02.2014 @ 4:58 am
I loved her because she wanted me to
Each day, giving in deeper
To the vague reflection
– the idea of the person i was supposed to be
I kissed her where she wanted me to
Each day, reaching places of her
That she saved for me
» Posted By Trine On 12.17.2013 @ 2:00 am
Heart beating, blood rushing in
and out of veins
Pushing, pulling memories along with emotion
Forcing you to feel it all
Enabling your ability to feel it all
» Posted By Trine On 12.10.2013 @ 7:38 am
She was sitting across the table
Touching her hair
Pretending not to see me
But I know that she saw me, because in the time after
She would stand in the corner of the classroom, looking straight towards me
Still pretending not to see me, but hoping to somehow catch my attention
I was walking down the hallways
Pretending not to notice her
But watching her, watch me.
» Posted By Trine On 12.09.2013 @ 6:35 am
Shapes, colors, figurates
Your body is a labyrinth and I
» Posted By Trine On 12.04.2013 @ 4:27 am
My emotions are everywhere
I don’t know which is which, or how to sort them out
So I let myself drown in them
Hoping for the dark to come soon, and devour me.
» Posted By Trine On 12.02.2013 @ 6:27 am
There are no arms on this chair
On which I am sitting
Spending my every waking moment on this
I wonder what it sees
At the back of my head
Is it blank?
» Posted By Trine On 11.29.2013 @ 2:15 am
To derive the truth from my words
From my actions
Pull your hands inside of me
Cut the cord that goes from my heart to my mouth
Look inside of my gut
Does it blind you?
» Posted By Trine On 11.27.2013 @ 1:28 am
I wanted to go on board
I so, so desperately wanted to hop on board and sail away
Into sunsets that I will now, never get to know
I wanted to breathe the fresh air
I wonder what it tastes like.
Does it taste like yellow, or does it taste like blue?
» Posted By Trine On 11.26.2013 @ 10:11 am
She wanted me to sell my soul.
My very soul
But trouble is
I don’t even know it myself
And how can I sell something that I don’t know?
» Posted By Trine On 11.24.2013 @ 11:18 am
The faceless people
Always ask me why I am so sure of my self
I always tell them to shut up.
I do not care about them
Why do they crave for me to defend my beliefs?
» Posted By Trine On 11.20.2013 @ 11:46 am
I don’t need you to defend me.
I want to be able to fly
With no wings.
When you tell me that I am just like you
I want to lay down
Close my eyes
And listen to the hymn of the night
And the forest
And the stars
While you defend yourself.
» Posted By Trine On 11.20.2013 @ 11:42 am
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It’s har to write anything when the duration is short. My head does not want to remember all the words to use. I would like to learn how to com up with good stories in a short time.
» Posted By Trine On 03.15.2012 @ 5:09 am