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Av Creative reader - 25 september 2021 12:00


Reactive

 

I am active

completely reactive

to the sh!t that surrounds me

 

I am the one that write

what it true what is right

And I'm not to be silenced

 

You know what I mean

it is here to be seen

and I am not hiding

 

but I tell what I see

thru my eyes what is real

even though sometimes I'm whining

 


#Dikt #Twitter #Poem

Av Creative reader - 24 september 2021 12:00


Flatline


hearts growing colder

this world's getting older

but we never learn

 

always on repeat

heart lost it's beat

stuck on destroy

 

laugh instead of care

pain's too much to bare

we're going into flatline

  

 


#Dikt #Twitter #Poem

Av Creative reader - 23 september 2021 09:43


This is me

 

this pain is real

this is how I feel

you don't care

you don't see

what yours is yours

but this is me

 

roses has thorns

and so have I

but I am hurting

you never asked why

 

if this is the way

I'm changing my path

if you want me to stay

you know where to start

  

 

#Dikt #Twitter #poem

Av Creative reader - 15 september 2021 15:30


Hi guys

I am trying something new today.

I hope you like it

 

 

 


#Dikt #Twitter #Photo

Av Creative reader - 19 augusti 2021 14:54


Forever in fear


I wanna shed my skin

peel off my scars

they're cut too deep

it has gone too far

 

My heart's on my sleeve

so close to tears

everyone leaves

forever in fear

 

The future is hidden

covered in grey

hope is forbidden

cause no one will stay

 

forever searching

lost never found

I'm still hurting

falling to the ground

  


#Dikt #Twitter #Poem

Av Creative reader - 17 augusti 2021 14:31


Silenced smile

 


This isn't my story.

This isn't about me.

This is all about them.

Every word.

Is about them.

Who has fallen victim of being abused.

By the very person

claiming to love them.

...

 

 

I thought I knew.

I haden't had any experience of my own, I am blessed that way, but still, I thought I had a clue.

I didn't.

I had the odd a-hole of a boyfriend.

Some cheated, some lied, some used me and some had even tried to control me.

But nothing like this.

 

When I've got the news that my best friend growing up had been killed by her husband I was just floored.

We hadn't talked in ages.

We sort of drifted apart when she met Him.

Now it seems so obvious.

How could I have been so blind?

Her sudden clumsiness, bruises, a black eye and the more often and sudden cancellations.

And then we just didn't seem to talk anymore.

I thought it was just how life goes..

You drift apart.

But it was Him.

Controling her.

Making her feel useless.

Like we didn't love her.

He was blocking our calls, making it seems like we turned our backs on her. Making her feel like he was the only one that loved her, cared about her.

And after a while.

She beliveved Him.

Maybe it was easier that way.

 

But then we got the call.

From her mother.

Letting us know.

That she was dead.

Dead.

DEAD!

 

After the funeral and way too much to drink, all of us old friends sat in the local bar and talked about how life where back then.. Growing up.

Our hopes and dreams.. The silly little things we did.. All the time we got in trouble. All the times we had helped eachother out.

I was angry.

Angry and drunk.

I was yelling that these sort of things should never be allowed to happen

to anyone..

That someone had to raise their voice and take a stand.

 

I didn't think much about it afterwards.

He got convicted. He should have gotten life if you ask me.

Then I got a call.

Someone had overheard our "talk" in the pub and asked me if I was willing to be the one.

The one to take a stand.

And I was.

 

We decided to do an Art show.

It was suppose to tell the real story about abuse.

It was suppose to hit hard.

If you could leave and just go on with your day, we had failed.

Since I had a background in Theather, I sort of took the lead..

I had the vision, they had the know how and the talent.

And Omg the word spread.

We didn't offer any money, and not a singel person asked for anything.

Every cent that we made was going directly to womens shelters around the world.

Even the company owning the building didn't ask for more pay then to cover electric and insurance.

 

We called it Silenced smile

The exhibition was in several rooms featuring different stages of the relationships.

 

 

Infatuation

 


You where greated by a chours of women voices.

All these women were either survivors of abuse, or friends or family to others that wheren't so lucky.


-He said He loved me.

-He said I am beautiful.

-He said I am the only one.

-I have never been this happy.

-He said he would never leave me...

-He said it was going to be me and him.

Forever

 

On the walls there where pictures of women.

Smiling, happy, in love.

Rich, poor, young, old, every skin color, every religion.

Some pictures where so old they was in black and white. Others just from a few months ago.

 

-And then something changed.

 

 

The Change

 

 

The room was dark and covered with screens.
There where still pictures showing up.

Some where the same women as before, but now there was something different about them.

They didn't smile as before.

They where smiling, but it just didn't seem the same.

It was like the smile had been silenced somehow.

Then the pictures changed in to words

 


You are UGLY

Whore!

You can't do Anything Right

You are Useless

SLUT!

No one can love you but me

Without me you are Nothing!!!

You are Nothing

NothingNothingnotHingnothIngnOthingnothinGnoTHingn



otHinGNothingNOTHING!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Dance with Death

 

 

This room was the most spectacular in my oppinion.

You where greated with the soft sounds of nature. Birds singing, the sound of waterfalls and so on.

All the colors where soft and pastell.

On different scenes couple where performing an odd sort of dance.

They where all volontairs.

Ballet

Modern dance

and even Breakdance

 

It was a beautiful intricate complicated

showing a struggle between a man and a women.

The nature slowly dies away

and the pastelles are turning agressive

and then

when the room is completely scilent

and the couples are sort of frozen in eachothers gaze.

BANG BANG!

2 Gunshots sounds

and all the women suddenly falls to the floor.

 

 

The Aftermath

 


This room isn't fun.

The stroboscope lights hurts the eyes,

and you get to see fast flickers of images you wish you never seen.

Bruises

Blood

Bodyparts

Coroner reports

Police reports

Funerals

 

 

Left behind

 


In the final room you see pictures of children.

Some school pictures

Some taken by the police

Children hiding

Crying

hurt

Lonely

confused.

 

(They did an amazing job with this part)

Then the light changes and with the soundeffects it seemed like the images of the children where washed away by a waterfall of Blood.

 

And when all the children were gone

and all you could see was "blood"

the sound stopped

 


Ring..... Ring.....

-911 what is your emergancy?

(a childs voice)

-I want my mum...

 


And then the rooms goes dark, and an exit sign is all the audience can see..

Leading them outside

into the light.



 

From Creative Reader

This isn't real

This has never happened.

This is just in my imagination.

But for so many women

All over the world

THIS is their Everyday.

This can NEVER be ok.

 

During this pandemic

The violence against women has gone up

Even scarier is that the degree of violence being used

has gone up too.

 

And this is not just about women

Men are being abused too

 

A Smile

Should Never be allowed

to be Silenced

 

 

 

 

Av Creative reader - 4 augusti 2021 13:35



Acid rain

 


echo of a past

a future storm is brewing

no calm before the storm

no shelter I can hide in

remember yesterday

a lovers sweet embrace

the future closing in

acid rain starts to fall 

 


#Dikt #Twitter #Poem

Av Creative reader - 1 augusti 2021 12:00


Running to fast

 


no fuel in the tank

miles to go

the music is high

my heart is low

 

running on empty

running to fast

running to a future

chased by the past

 

#Lyric #Twitter #Poem

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