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Fly
Every man's dream to be able to fly
Spreading his wings and soaring the sky
Stroking the treetops, a dangerous dance
Me and the air, a deadly romance
Loving the nature from a bird's eye view
Closing the circle Icarus drew
Minimal borders between flight and fall
Meters away from hitting a wall
You might not like it but I cannot lie
One day tomorrow I'll proximity fly
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Literature
Worst
I can still remember when
I was just a kid
Went to kindergarden in my home town
Didn't care of what I did
Sometimes we drew funky sketches
Of some grass beneath the sun
Someone's painting had to be worst
It was always mine to be that one
Then in school we did some homework
I always had some work undone
Tried my hardest for my parents
To become the perfect son
All the teachers gave us grades
Ranging from A to E
Someone had to have the worst grades
I guess it was always me
Now I work at the local factory
Working 6 to 6 everyday
The salary is not that very fair
But I took it anyway
But the business is falling
And they need to kick one employee
They decided to kick the worst of us
It just happens to be me
Why me, you might then ask
But who else should it be
There's always one to be worst
So it might as well be me
What should I do to continue this life
I have lost all hope in living happily
And depression has started taking over
I have lost all hope of finding family
I've begun to visit a p
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Literature
An Answerto Why
In the dark of the night
As you're losing the fight
Know I can't lie
I am hearing you cry
There's a call in the night
And a star burning bright
A deep ocean sky
And an answer to why
Just believe in the light
And believe in the sight
You will find a sign
And the stars will align
There's a call in the light
Of a star in the night
In a deep ocean sky
There's an answer to why
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Literature
Live Risky
We all live and we're all going to die.
You're no special! No one hears your cry.
And even if we did, why the fuck would we care?
You're no special and you will never get there!
It might seem painful and completely hopeless,
but that's just a reason to climb ropeless!
I know I can fall, we're all going to fall.
Why not do it in style on Half Dome's wall?
Are you just going to live every day the same?
Watching TV, complaining on Facebook, that's fucking lame!
I'm just saying that if you're not dead by fifty,
You're a boring lame wanker who's not living risky!
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Literature
Responsibility
Everyday on the news they say the world is a flame
All the wars, all the death although we are to blame
Why wake up and make up a plan to fix this place
There's no point in point out when there's death we all face
We can't restart and retry this life ain't no game
We can try to deny it but will still end the same
As today's just a day and just like yesterday
Earth is bound to break down and we're all to decay
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Literature
A few Lines of Silver
If there is a shadow
There's a source of light
If there is a battle
You can win the fight
Clouds are bred
In the heat of the sun
And if something's dead
Something new has begun
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Literature
Go and have fun
Maybe what I've seen
Is all there is to see
But I ain't gonna stop as long as
I know how to breath
Maybe this road ends
Right by this plank
But I ain't gonna brake until
I have an empty tank
Though the horizon's close
We won't turn around
Shout out to Eratosthenes
Who showed the world's round
When I'm lost in the woods
I ain't gonna stay
I might walk in circles
But I'm walking anyway
Now I've been to Everest
And Challenger Deep
But I still have one goal in mind
Let's say a "giant leap"
Just because you're old
Doesn't mean you're done
You still have that spark in you
So go and have fun
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Literature
Contrast
Cooling in the shade
Of a burning light
Letting go
By holding tight
Losing myself
To win the fight
Going big
By feeling small
Need of silence
To hear the call
Being empty
To feel it all
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Literature
A Narrow Road
A narrow road, a little child
Running fast, from something wild
A narrow road, a young man
Running fast, as fast as he can
A narrow road, a man so old
Running fast, in a night so cold
A narrow road, I just can't flee
Soon enough, time will catch me
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Literature
What's up?
Every night when I go to bed.
They come out of hiding and crawl in to my head.
It's hard to fight them.
Because they're as much a part of me as I am.
You ask me what is up.
Nothing's up when you're feeling down.
I respond and you walk away.
I think, ok, that is that.
And the saddest part of everything is that I'm right.
I talked about my depression when I was fifteen.
Then I stopped.
Isn't that cool? How a depression can just go away like that?
It sure would be.
I like the rain; it makes me smile.
And when it's raining you can't see me cry.
And the smile doesn't seem so sad when you don't know that I am crying.
I keep on talking like everything's fine.
No really it is, stop looking at me like that.
Life is holding me so tight.
Choking me, daring me to die.
I don't have much will to fight.
And I'm almost ready to tap out.
And the saddest part of everything is that I'm right.
And the saddest part of everything is that I'm right.
And the worst part of everything is that you want me to fig
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Notebook
I'm at the mall, sitting on a bench, with a notebook on my lap, and I'm scribbling out random dribbles and drabbles of thought. They're melting together, but not making sense, and the sketches of nothing in the corners bordering it are starting to worry me.
I don't notice the first time she says hey, but the second time catches my attention. I almost thank her for it, but she would never have understood why.
She asks what I'm drawing. I tell her I'm not, I'm writing. She laughs, and asks what I'm writing. I look at the words and turn the pages back, and realize that it's not my style of writing. It's not even my handwriting.
But my hand wrote it.
I just tell her I'm not sure, that I was writing out thoughts, and they rarely come out clearly. She smiles and agrees before asking if she can join me. I say yes, and scoot over on the bench.
She sits next to me and pulls out a notebook. She flips through pages of drawings before she comes to a blank one, and sets her pencil to the paper. She
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Every man's dream to be able to fly
Spreading his wings and soaring the sky
Stroking the treetops, a dangerous dance
Me and the air, a deadly romance
Loving the nature from a bird's eye view
Closing the circle Icarus drew
Minimal borders between flight and fall
Meters away from hitting a wall
You might not like it but I cannot lie
One day tomorrow I'll proximity fly
Fly
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I can still remember when
I was just a kid
Went to kindergarden in my home town
Didn't care of what I did
Sometimes we drew funky sketches
Of some grass beneath the sun
Someone's painting had to be worst
It was always mine to be that one

Then in school we did some homework
I always had some work undone
Tried my hardest for my parents
To become the perfect son
All the teachers gave us grades
Ranging from A to E
Someone had to have the worst grades
I guess it was always me

Now I work at the local factory
Working 6 to 6 everyday
The salary is not that very fair
But I took it anyway
But the business is falling
And they need to kick one employee
They decided to kick the worst of us
It just happens to be me

Why me, you might then ask
But who else should it be
There's always one to be worst
So it might as well be me

What should I do to continue this life
I have lost all hope in living happily
And depression has started taking over
I have lost all hope of finding family
I've begun to visit a psychiatrist
She really tries to keep me alive
And she told me as we met
If you just do your best you'll survive

But I know deep inside
I have known since I was cursed
That no matter how i try
I will always be the worst
Worst
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In the dark of the night
As you're losing the fight
Know I can't lie
I am hearing you cry

There's a call in the night
And a star burning bright
A deep ocean sky
And an answer to why

Just believe in the light
And believe in the sight
You will find a sign
And the stars will align

There's a call in the light
Of a star in the night
In a deep ocean sky
There's an answer to why
An Answerto Why
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We all live and we're all going to die.
You're no special! No one hears your cry.
And even if we did, why the fuck would we care?
You're no special and you will never get there!

It might seem painful and completely hopeless,
but that's just a reason to climb ropeless!
I know I can fall, we're all going to fall.
Why not do it in style on Half Dome's wall?

Are you just going to live every day the same?
Watching TV, complaining on Facebook, that's fucking lame!
I'm just saying that if you're not dead by fifty,
You're a boring lame wanker who's not living risky!
Live Risky
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Everyday on the news they say the world is a flame
All the wars, all the death although we are to blame
Why wake up and make up a plan to fix this place
There's no point in point out when there's death we all face
We can't restart and retry this life ain't no game
We can try to deny it but will still end the same
As today's just a day and just like yesterday
Earth is bound to break down and we're all to decay
Responsibility
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Just a happy guy from Sweden writing poems about life.

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