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Burning Roses Filthy bruises covering the bravery of my spine, A damp towel embracing the consciousness of my mind. Anesthesia floating slowly into the muscles of my arms and feet, Hammers knocking me to the ground the moment our eyes meet. Heat crawling softly up my cheeks like roses...

Occlith, I did not find this bad at all. It may have something with my nationality and mother tongue, but still... My favorite part are the two last lines; Heart a ttack Heart a stopping :)

From the day that Michael learned his own name, he was a quiet child. A little, blond-haired boy who didn’t talk unless he was asked to. His parents’ friends found him adorable, and sighed: “That must be every mummy’s little dream…” The truth was different. Although they never said so, his mum...

You’re across the counter, sweeter than a fairy. Giving me my change, and there, I cannot look you in the eye. I wish and wish for our eyes to meet, but afraid you’d look away, I only feel my heartbeat while blushing, blinking at your waist. The warmth of your hand against mine...

Thanks a lot, Eugen!! I'm not always sure about the quality of my English writing, so your comment really warmed my heart (I have fun when I can use worn out expressions/chichés)! And about the name - Ebba - it is a Norwegian name, but however, not very usual. I also like it very much. I chose...

One day when I feel a little better, I take this opportunity to visit Ebba. It is snowing heavily. My hands are tightly knot in the bottom of my pockets. I can’t feel my arms, they’re like jelly; but that is better than the feeling they are being torn off. At work, I was not capable of doing...

Letter Never Sent (Which includes a lot about myself) Dear R.E.M., including all members Michael Stipe, Peter Buck and Mike Mills. I am a fifteen-year old Norwegian girl. First of all, I would have liked to explain the reason that I love your music so much – but unfortunately, I can’t...

(Before I begin, I must say that this, of course, is not a real interview. But it IS based on many real facts. I did it last year as English homework. I chose Michael Stipe because I am 200% addicted to R.E.M. I have twelve CD's, one single, two DVD's, more than three hundred pictures, one...

In the Country of the Young by Lisa Carey “There is a land under the sea. It is called Tir na nÓg, the Country of the Young, because age and death have not found it. Only one man who has gone there has ever returned, and that man is Oisin, leader of the tribe of the Fianna. The Call of...

the butterflies are caused by anticipation...for what might be on tv, haha...! well, maybe a little unclear. it's just, as a norwegian expression, butterflies does not appear for any other reason than anticipation. hmmm. however, i am grateful to be told when i do mistakes (simple or huge, and...

You don't look ashamed at all I look at your neck across the room. It is like a white, shining full moon. When I watch you now I feel resentful; even if I hate you, your eyes are beautiful. For way too long I loved you insane. Whatever I did my heart wouldn’t tame, your body hung around...

Wash me away I walk down to the river The sun is shining in my eyes My eyes are red of fever From swimming at the nights And when I look upon the sky I lift my wings and fly I’ll never trust my instinct It only makes me cry to sleep I’m lost into eternity Sinkin’ down the deep...

Television Poem I can’t think of any fun Cause rain has chased the sun. All the flowers have closed, and they are what I love most. I want to fly to another place, where I can watch the sun and gaze. I will feel the flowers bloom and know the summer’s coming soon. But still wet...

A Mother's Wish ”Mom?” I whisper out in the dark air. My bed is burning, and all I can see is almost invisible shadows everywhere. Shadows, and I can’t see what they really are. I don’t remember what my room looks like, except for that my bed is beside the opened window. A cold breeze...

Rapid Eye Movement It’s a late April evening, the twilight makes the room become dark. All the colors fade to vulnerable shadows. In a little sofa, an old man awakes. His glasses, and his denture in a cup of water, are placed on the table beside him. He blinks, stretches out his arm, rubs the...