celie

I used to hate and destroy everything I wrote and now I’m trying to embrace my writing instead. I’m 27 and I usually write in Danish so i find writing English texts (especially poems) a bit difficult but still fun 🌷

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The stars smiled upon us

as if they knew we’d soon join them

as if their light reaching us

were open arms

inviting us home

home

a place we’d never known

at least not in this life

The elders used to tell me

these stories of home

a place they claimed to have known

a place with food to spare

without drones in the air

and kids with no fright in their eyes

would grow up

and grow old

and the only sou...

Poetry

The Sisterhood Of Hatred And Love

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Everything we have always shared

As siblings so often tend to do

The seed of our father

The womb of our mother

Together we woke and together we grew

We shared the day we came to be

In screams of pain we both were birthed

Alike from the start

And yet so far apart

For my sister, she was born the first

They named her Love and what a child indeed

The name really suited her well

An angel was she

It ...

Poetry

what now?

celie

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In the beginning it was all I wanted

The light I always yearned to see

For many years I had been haunted

My biggest wish was to be free

They called me sensitve but strong

When mentioning my inner pain

I didnt think that they were wrong

I just wanted to be myself again

Went to the doctor with my mother

I’ve done this more than I recall

One diagnosis after the other

Sarcasticly yelling “gotta ca...

Poetry

I Am A Moth

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I used to think I was a beautiful butterfly

Hanging there in it’s cocoon

I waited so long to come out and shine

Hoping it would happen soon

I had an image in my vision

A beautiful creature shining bright

Who never knew of indecision

And who always did what was right

But when I finally did come out

Ready to finally strike

I looked at myself with fear and doubt

For what I saw, I did not like

I ...

Poetry

Tak

celie

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She looked at me utterly confused and yet very determined when I opened the door. As if I was the stranger who just knocked on her apartment door and not the other way around. She was very colourfully dressed in clothes that were completely soaked from top to bottom. It had been raining all week.

“Du er sgu da ikke Åse!”

She spoke loudly and looked daringly at me as if I was challenging her to a...

Humour

If We Don’t Talk About It

celie

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It was never directly frowned upon

It’s just what we grew up with

If we don’t talk about it

It’s not there

Besides

Everyone gets sad sometimes

It’s part of life

Think of it as a little scratch on your skin

It will heal

All by itself

Touching it makes it worse

Things like that will go away

If we only leave them be

Touching it will make it worse

If you pick a scratch

it’ll open up

blood will ...

Poetry

Drama

Did You Eat Today?

celie

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Did you eat today? Yes. Are you sure? Yes. A proper meal, something other than coffee or pepsi max? You know that those aren’t actual meals, right? I know. But did you have anything else? No. I could make something, you want me to make something for you? No. I’m gonna look in your fridge, is that okay? Yes. Do you wanna keep me company in the kitchen or do you wanna stay here? I can come. Good, do...

Poetry

Grandma

celie

2 min read

I had never seen her cry before

My grandma

Every other time I’ve seen her

She’s always happy and eager

I had never seen her cry before

Not until now

I don’t even know if crying is the right word

I’ve seen other people cry

In the past

I do it quite often myself to be honest

When I fall on the playground

And scrape my knee

Or when I feel like no one wants to play with me

I know the feeling ver...

Poetry

Drama

Sleep Paralysis

celie

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The green light from the smoke detector catches my eye

It seems so real yet it could all be a lie

Before I have been deceived and therefore I am wary

My own body and mind are often what I find most scary

I try to look around to find an error or a smugde

But my neck is stiff and though I try, it will not budge

I can feel my entire body becoming heavy as can be

As i hear a sound outside my ...

Poetry

Thriller