of Tormod Haugen
Days like these come like tears on a string Lone, all alone one after the other
Days like these are good, bad and worse Found, and lost one way or another
Days like these teach all of us diff'rent Some pain; some somethings to discover
Days like these I cannot see me hurt, all hurt help me
Days like these help us breathe, breath deep In, and out Relax, think, recover
#poem #myself #yourself #thoughts
I've always felt like myself, I fit in my body I spend time outside my mind, Because there isn't
I've never felt like a girl, I fit in my body I can't define, and in my mind, There isn't always
I feel like a boy, and I fit in my body Deep and shallow is my mind, But there's still not
I am only me, and me alone, I fit in my body, I've made up my mind, There certainly is
Space inside my mind, That you can be yourself, My experiences define only; Me — and there is space enough for you.
Thoughts are fleeting, words are beating, the day is heating, boss say eyes on monitor.
Outside it's raining, inside you're straining, loudly complaining, deadline's a cruel moniker.
The trees are bowing, the river flowing, darkness is growing, hope is truly no more near.
Then weekend's here, your friends appear, the sky is clear, and the clouds, like tears, disappear
You have decorated your kittens tree. You have kittens.
You have the kittens. You have decoraKITTENS! Kittens. Kittens.
You have decorated your Christmas tree. You have kittens <3
something I don't really read. Or write for that matter. It mostly comes down to the fact that I feel the subjective nature of what one likes or not is... well, subjective.
I do listen to suggestions, either from people whom I know likes books I also like, or suggestions anchored in other books and authors I like.
I usually prefer Fantasy and Science Fiction books, though I would read most anything that doesn't resemble the real world too much. I read to, well. I don't read to escape, but I do... escape is a strong word. I am usually engrossed in the narrative when I read, and content that mirror or describe our world must be a bit up-beat for me not to be affected*.
You see the news, it's terrible, horrible. It gives you the blues, it's terrible, horrible. The racism hurts, it's terrible, horrible. You yell and you curse; it's terrible, horrible.
But they don't attack you, it's still terrible. They look just like you, it's horrible. Bad words were thrown, Almost unforgivable.
You think for yourself, this is terrible, horrible. I admired them so! It's terrible, horrible. But I couldn't do that, it's terrible, horrible! You curse and you bay; it's terrible, horrible.
But deep down inside, you feel terrible. Would you say; they're horrible. Or avert you eye, So unforgivable.
The doubt inside, so terrible. Why do I feel this way, so horrible. Could I be like them? So... Terribly horrible. Me?
#thoughts #multilingual #mastodon #fediverse
on a mastodon server for ages now, in total at least a week. For all this time I've felt like several people on one instance. Or several personalities, perhaps? It isn't quite right, but it isn't wrong either.
First I joined a big server, but quickly moved—so that doesn't count. My dissociative feeling came from having different—and in some ways discordant objectives here. There. On Mastodon.
My trouble is, or was, related to being multilingual. My native language is Norwegian, and like near 90% of people living in Norway—I know a bit English as well. As a third and fourth I try and learn Welsh for fun, and I really should learn German because of family.
When the hour is at lonely o’clock, and the world is quiet When the last bus has left In the shadows A thought
When the lonely thought rolls through an empty mind When dreary drowsiness threaten Breathe in, and Breathe out
When thoughts that tumble alone appear When darkness brings despair The best of today Remember
Tomorrow will bring moments to turn around Give them a chance and see Smile from a stranger Delight