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4. sep. 2012

Acceptance


Am I the one misunderstanding or is there
something wrong with the world today?
Shouldn't I be able to live my life, the way 
I want to live it, without being judged by 
all other human beings passing by me?
I dream of breaking free evey night
Every day I am reminded that those 
beautiful pictures are just in my imagination.
People talk about life, as though there is 
only one way to live it, and those who stands
out are the outcast of our generation.
Why? Why does it have to be so hard just to
be you?

How come we never see people with 
"Free Hugs"-signs anymore? What is so 
wrong with wanting to give a little love?
Why is love a tabu in this country? Respect 
is all we ever talk about. Love is only brought
up in closed forums. What is the matter with 
the adults of our community? Where did
the love go? Maybe that is why evey third
marrige end in divorce. Because they marry 
out of respect in stead of love. Possible.
The divorce rate of gay marriages are much
lower - so why do people disguise gay marridge?
Because they actually know the true meaning 
Of marridge? 

I don't understand the adult generation today.
I just can't see how respect and traditions can
be more important than love and humanity.
Love is not a promise to god? It's a promise to
yourself and your partner. In my opinion
the youth have got it right in this one. They are 
more accepting of love and differences, than 
the older generations. Of course there are 
youngsters that doesn't accept either, and 
adults that do, but compared to each other, 
which is more accepting?

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

3. mar. 2009

At leve, og at være til


Lige pt vil jeg ikke selv mene at jeg lever. Jeg ser det mere som om at jeg sidder i et vente værelse, og bare er til. Jeg venter på at det bliver min tur til at leve. Jeg har været på ventelisten længe, men det er jeg jo ikke ene om, så jeg måtte vente længe, før jeg kunne få noget hjælp til at vende tilbage til livet. Jeg lever ikke. Jeg ser til, mens andres liv er i fuld gang. Så sidder jeg bare her på sidelinjen og venter på at det bliver min tur til at komme ind på banen, og tage del i spillet. På grund af en skade, bliver jeg nød til at blive siddende her på bænken, indtil det er okay igen. Men ventetiden på at jeg kan få hjælp til min skade er lang, så jeg har tilbragt lang tid på bænken nu. Man kan ikke spille en god kamp med en skade, så på bænken er ens kamp nærmest på standby. Og her kan jeg så sidde og vente. På at jeg får hjælp. På at min skade kan blive fixet. På at jeg igen kan deltage i spillet.
 Foxy