A day without you

The more you ask
The more I lie,
Never know the reason 'why'
You ask me 'why'.

The more I cheat
The more you believe
Never know the reasons 'why'
You believe in all my lie.

The more I feel pain 
The more you back up to regain
Never know the reason 'why'
how you nabbed me when I died.

The more I ran from truth
The more you handle me with care and smooth
Still I never know 'why'
I can't see on your face a glimpse of shy.

The more I stare
The more you glare
Never know  the reason 'how'
You never scared seeing my monstrous paw.

The more I'm confused
The more I fear you to loose
So I kept you under lathe
Coz I still lives with a leaf of faith.

The more I heal your absence
The more I feel in your presence
The more I started  missing you 
The more I'm thankful to the "Day without you" .

From childhood's hour

From childhood’s hour I have not been 

As others were; I have not seen 

As others saw; I could not bring 

My passions from a common spring. 

From the same source I have not taken 

My sorrow; I could not awaken 

My heart to joy at the same tone; 

And all I loved, I loved alone. 

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn 

Of a most stormy life- was drawn 

From every depth of good and ill 

The mystery which binds me still: 

From the torrent, or the fountain, 

From the red cliff of the mountain, 

From the sun that round me rolled 

In its autumn tint of gold, 

From the lightning in the sky 

As it passed me flying by, 

From the thunder and the storm, 

And the cloud that took the form 

(When the rest of Heaven was blue) 

Of a demon in my view

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Journey

When i was a boy

I cried for toy

Now i'm a man

Still i'm crying for a bear can

When i was a boy 

I used to make things destroy

Now i'm a man

I love to see dirty scam

When i was a boy 

I used to be a freak

Now i'm a man

I still am  freak

When i was a boy

I used to be ignorant

Now i'm a man

My friends call me arrogant

When i was a boy

My parents called me an idiot

Now i'm a man

My parents call me a useless human

Prettiest

She is pretty and beautiful
She is a dream in the lights of moon
She screams on her high
She is beautiful when she is sigh


A glimpse of her cute face
Makes the day free from stress
The sweetness of her beautiful voice
Revels the story of  her unfold secrets


She is seventeen and adorable
For her i'm despo and uncool
She is jolly and pure
Brynja thyri is the name of her 


I wish i could walk down the streets holding her hands
But the girl is from Faroe island
I wish i could keep her safe in heaven
But i fear the number of gods in cube of ten.