18. jul. 2011

Poem

Leaking eyes

Hey, it's okay - The show is still on,
And it'll start again at the break of dawn.
Happiness seems so unachievable,
But from now on I am invulnerable.
It's a battlefield out there - and this is war,
But it's all right, I've got unbreakable armor.
Protecting myself the best I've learned,
Despite the bridges that I have burned.
But behind this shiny helmed hides,
My swollen red leaking eyes.

Who's a friend and who's the enemy?
While we wander around dreadfully.
Hiding in the shadow of faking smiles,
Trust nobody! It's all cheat and lies.
We must be strong - we have to fight,
Though it's hard at 3 o'clock in the night.
We must struggle and overcome this trial,
But the truth is we remain in this denial.
But at this point I cannot compromise,
For my hollow dead leaking eyes.

Truth be told; No one's gonna suffer for you,
Nor will anybody see your flaws through.
Honestly spoken we are all little loners,
Independent souls without any owners.
Tell the world that I can cope alone,
'Cause I can survive all on my own.
At times it is hard to face another dawn,
While wishing it would all just get gone.
Piece by piece my lonely heart dies,
And you can see it in my leaking eyes.

© Kiri Rehmeier

4. jul. 2011

Random no. 1

I have trouble sleeping. I don't understand how I can possibly turn night into day. Mum says it's alway been like that.

I went to see my grandma today. She's 90 years old. She's usually talking about how bad she wants to die. She's depressive - like me, but mostly in the winter. She's too old to do stuff, and she has been alone since grandpa died, ten years ago.
But today she was different. She laughed and really enjoyed our company.

She was especially glad to see me. She hasn't seen me since Christmas. And before that it was more than a year. I'm pretty ashamed of that. The reason I don't come along with my family, when they go to visit her, is that I can't stand hearing the suicidal talk. I can't stand that my grandma says things like that. They might as well could have come from my mouth..? I can't take that.

She told me and my sister not to smoke. My grandma smoked for 60 years and then stopped. She's been cranky ever since xD Gonna continue trying to sleep now.

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Location: Vinderup,Danmark

29. jun. 2011

Dear Judas

Fuck you...

Fuck you for not believing in us. Fuck you for not giving us a chance to blossom. Fuck you for not talking to me since you left me. Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you for dumping me after two weeks. Fuck you for saying you loved me when you really didn't. Fuck you for not caring. Fuck you, I drove all the way to Aalborg Hospital because you got beaten up at the carnival. Fuck you because you wouldn't do the same for me. Fuck you for smoking weed while we were together. Fuck you for introducing me to your parents. Fuck you for leaving after you had met my parents, my sister and my brother in law's family. Fuck you for breaking up with me on a text in the middle of the night, when you knew I was sleeping! Fuck you for breaking up with me the day before an annual test. Fuck you, it's your fucking fault I only got 02 for that test. Fuck you for taking all of my focus that day.
Fuck you for asking me to return your key in the same message in which you broke up! Fuck you for giving me a key to your apartment in the first place. Fuck you for the fact that you would have let me drive right after returning your stupid key. Fuck you, if I hadn't stayed in the car you wouldn't have spoken any more to me.
Fuck you for the fact that it was so easy for you. Fuck you, I'm sure you haven't even been sad at all since you broke up. Fuck you for breaking up with me. Fuck you for making me feel worthless. Fuck you for making me feel unloved. Fuck you for all the teas I've cried for you. Fuck you for all the times I've been screaming in tears for you.
Fuck you for making me feel unbeautiful. Fuck you for making me feel awful. Fuck you for all the songs I've dedicated to you. Fuck you for being so missable. Fuck you for being so beautiful.
Fuck you for being such an ASSHOLE!!!
Fuck you for making me miserable. Fuck you for making me mad. Fuck you for making me sad. Fuck you for making me so sad, that I cried in the car - many times. Fuck you for making me cry so hard that I almost crashed with my car. Fuck you for all the times you've made me aggressive. Fuck you for all the lies.


Just.. FUCK YOU!!!

22. jun. 2011

Birthdays..

My birthday is in 17 days. It’s gonna be my 19th birthday, nothing special really. It’s just.. Even at my 18th birthday non of my friends had time to see me. It’s like.. I really put much into being there on my friends birthdays. I want it to be their day, and to make them have a good time. I have never forgotten a friend’s birthday.

Not talking about anybody in particular, just in general: I’ve never had friends who had time to be with me on my birthday. It’s in the summer holiday, and my friends has always been on vacation or to somebody else’s birthday party. Or having to work, didn’t have the money or they’ve come up with an excuse because they forgot, and didn’t got me a present. You see.. I don’t care about presents. That’s not what this is about. I don’t care about the stupid presents! Honestly I just care about the fact, that my friends spend a little off their precious time, to come see me on my fucking birthday? Is that too much to ask?
This year I’ve really been let down. Or that’s how I feel.. My sister and brother in law can’t see me at my birthday. They have another birthday party that day. As I told my mum; I fucking hope it’s a round birthday! And then my wife called - yeah, she’s having her graduation party the night before my birthday. My wife lives in the upper set end of Jutland than I do, so of course non of my friends who are coming to the graduation party, will have time or money to visit me the next day. So I’m probably gonna start my birthday with hangover, then a two hour drive home, to find that my parents are the only people who have time to drink a fucking cup of coffee with me. OH! And of course - my parents and siblings have to go to bed early on my birthday, cause they’re going to Copenhagen early the next morning!
… Nobody cares anyway.
Fml, Kiri

Studenter...

Jeg er SÅ træt af at det ikke er mig der bliver student i år.
At have et helt år tilbage mens alle render rundt med deres huer. Jeg er ikke misundelig når jeg ser en med en HF hue, HG hue eller STX hue. Heller ikke HTX huer for den sags skyld. Men når jeg ser en kongeblå hue bliver jeg grøn af misundelse. Men det værste er en kongeblå hue med flag! Den hue jeg har på om et år - Når jeg ser folk der render lykkelige rundt med denne hue, kan misundelsen slet ikke beskrives.
Jeg ærger mig mest over at jeg kunne have haft den i år. Hvis jeg havde droppet 10. klasse, som jeg alligevel kun gik i i 4 måneder. At jeg brugte et år på at være syg og nederen. Hvis jeg ikke havde fået en depression havde jeg været student lige nu. Suk.. Gid det var mig.

Men til næste år - Der bliver det mig der tværer det rundt i andres fjæs!

- I'm just expressing my jealousy of all the people becoming students this year. But next year I will be the one wearing the coolest cap!

12. jun. 2011

I'll make it better

You were just a little bird
Drowning in a little pool
Nor were voices ever heard
makes you feel like a fool

Let go my baby, it's tough
My caring hands are true
You might not know love
But baby, I'll show you

Together we can achieve
Heights you never knew
I will make you believe
Together we can be free

by Kiri Rehmeier (C)

29. maj 2011

In love

Det kan godt være du har været lidt omkring
men baby, vi har alle gjort vores ting
Jeg har fundet dig nu, så der er ingen problemer
Håber bare du forstår præcist hvad jeg mener
- Du gir' mig noget specielt, (det) ikk' til at beskrive
Jeg er ikk' perfekt, men jeg ved at du vil blive

Det gør ondt, når en anden pige siger dit navn
Har de ikke opfattet, at du ligger i min havn?
Jeg ved jo godt at jalousien er ubegrundet
Og skat, du må endelig ikk' føle dig bundet
Jeg vil gi' det hele op og la' dig opfylde mig
Tag imod det jeg gir', du må ikk' sige nej


.. Love hurts.

21. maj 2011

..

Life is shit. 'Noff said..

18. maj 2011

My dear


Dear world
I know you're out there,
So please open up for me.
Let me in if you dare,
You've got much I want to see.

Dear life
Why do you have to be so hard?
All I want is to be free.
So tell me, when do we start?
I want to create, I want to be.

Dear sky
Why are you being so distant?
Will we ever get to touch?
Close you say? Baby this isn't,
So move along just a nudge.

Dear fire
You're still burning in my chest,
And it's not a bad thing!
You always make me impressed,
Giving me such an upswing.

Dear rain
You can always bring me down,
But I like the way you do it.
Making me believe I could drown,
In a different way of melancholic.


written by © Kiri Rehmeier at the 18th of may

16. maj 2011

Untitled poem

You're eating me up inside
The darkness you bring
I'm runnin' but I can't hide
You're such an evil thing
Is this ever gonna feel like home
Or will you be with me, when I'm alone?

No matter where I look
You're always before my eyes
My honesty you took
And replaced it all with lies
Are you ever gonna leave?
'Cause I've got more to achieve

You are never gonna be a friend
The worst enemy one could get
You're with me till the bitter end
Every day from the time we met
I can't laugh though I know I should
But you take it all and nothing feels good


a poem about loneliness
by Kiri Rehmeier ©