Här kommer lite dikter som jag har skrivit i kursen kreativt skrivande. Min lärare tyckte jag skulle dela dom med min familj så jag tänkte att jag skulle göra det!
Den första dikten är jag som pratar med mig själv när jag var yngre. De är faktiskt från början en svensk låt som jag översatt och ändrat om lite i! Den svenska låten heter Tack för idag med Albin.
I have waited all My life for this day.
It feels like every road is going where you want.
Your dreams are with you, every step you take.
You’ve waited all your life for this day.
What if you could see me now, 6 ft 2’ sand blonde hair and living life at age eighteen.
And you could ask me, how? How did it turn out this good?
All that hard work, it paid off.
Every knock out, it was worth it.
All anxiety, that held you wide awake every night.
All the heavy tears, rolling down your rose red cheeks.
When you were worried about the next day, the next week and even the next month.
I wish I was there to keep you company.
What if I could have been there?
I could have helped you.
Squeeze out the problems, from your small body, until there were no problems left.
But I keep following your dream.
The plans you made, I still follow them like a map to a golden treasure, I will never forget.
You were trying, always tough, but never loved.
No one saw what you had.
I wear your scars like diamonds today.
I’m proud of you when I look back on what you went through.
Even though you made mistakes today everything is forgotten and forgiven.
It feels like every road is going where I want.
My dreams are with me, every step I take.
I’ve waited all my life for this day.
Those who are criticizing me.
Do they have my back?
I know the answer is no.
Why do negative words stick to your body like stickers?
While words that are supposed to give you a push back up, get washed off like water
Today I smile to the bathroom mirror.
Would you be proud of me now?
I stand up for myself, stand behind my word.
Life is a gift, if we chose to live it positive.
Today I wear my scars like diamonds.
I see the sense in difficult times.
I have learned from mistakes.
But that is forgotten and forgiven.
I am proud of myself.
My dreams are with me now, in every breath I take.
I have waited all my life for this day.
Den andra dikten är bara en liten dikt som jag behövde göra för jag hade missat att göra en annan grej (opss) och den handlar om bara för att jag har vissa saker eller så så betyder inte de att jag gör eller är stereotypisk.
Just because I am born in Sweden.
I am not used to cold weather.
I don’t have penguins or polar bears in my back yard.
I don’t like snow.
I just like warm weather better.
Just because I am tall.
I don’t have better weather than you.
I don’t play basketball.
I don’t play volleyball.
I am a soccer player!
Just because I am blonde.
I am not stupid.
I am not mean. (just a little)
I have heard all the jokes.
I can speak 3 languages.
Just because I am an only child.
I am not spoiled.
I don’t get everything I want.
I am not selfish.
I am independent.
Den tredje och sista dikten blev min lärare riktigt imponerad av. Den handlar om vad jag har växt upp med var jag kommer ifrån. Första delen eller stycket kanske jag ska säga handlar om huset och omgivningen jag växte upp i. Det andra stycket handlar om min familj. Det tredje stycket handlar om Hedemora och Dalarna. Det fjärde stycket handlar om hur vi reser eller hur jag ska förklara, saker som vi gör innan, under och efter resan typ. Och de sista stycket handlar om när jag flyttade hemifrån och hur jag kände inför de och så vidare!
Where I’m from
I am form early mornings and big breakfasts. Sitting by the table eating my raspberry yoghurt with granola and frozen raspberries looking out watching the birds flying by.
I am from gravel roads, biking adventures with dad and grandma’s pancakes with homemade rhubarbs and strawberry jam.
I am form new shining Fords. The smell of new cars became something I hate, the new clean leader makes my nose wants to disappear.
I am from long road trips through Sweden. Going somewhere without knowing the end destination and the pride for not asking “When will we be there?” can’t beat anything.
I am from a small family with a loving father and a caring mother. A dad who asks why I’m not out with my friends. A mom who calls just to make sure I got home safe.
I am from sweaty gym halls watching handball. Sitting on the cold plastic bleachers hearing my mother yelling to the players that they have to take the shots when they have their chances.
I am from foggy mornings with birds singing as soon the sun goes up. Waking up in a warm sleeping bag hearing your dad snoring on the other side of the tent.
I am from Carina and Tobbe and Nilsson and Lyttbacka. My family.
I am from a small, old and idyllic little town with nothing else than the main street and stores. Located almost in the center of my beloved Sweden.
I am from “the country in the middle of the town.”
I am from open fields and red houses with white corners. The cute small houses gives contrast to the bright yellow fields with small dots of green here and there.
I am from weird dialects and a lot of misunderstandings. There is no better feeling than coming home going to the grocery store hearing people talking that familiar dialect that I used to hate so much but now it fills me with joy.
I am from traveling to warmer latitudes every once in a while. Sitting down with my mother looking for the cheapest flight tickets, right then and there the vacation started even if it was two months until the actual trip. It started there on the kitchen chairs.
I am from packing suitcases the day before the take off. Trying to remember everything I need and packing way to much clothing and ending up just wearing half of it.
I am from “she is more under the water than above it” and “her body will start to grow fish skin.” The water have always been fascinating to me. I think I was a mermaid in my life before this one.
I am from unpacking my suitcase three weeks after we left the paradise. Walking by the suitcase day after day and feeling it staring back at me screaming “UNPACK ME”.
I am from growing up faster than I want. Because that is what happens when you have to be responsible for yourself in an early age.
I am form living by myself at the age of 16. It was my choice but maybe not what I wanted even though I am very happy I took the opportunity.
I am from “Alone is stronger”. Never wanting to ask anyone else for help even when I need it.
I am from “If everyone else is happy, I am happy”.
I am from the country that is known for its special meat balls and blonde girls.
I am from Sweden.
Hoppas ni gillade dikterna och att de var kul med ett lite annorlunda inlägg ön vad jag brukar lägga ut. Kommer inom snar framtid lägga ut ett inlägg om lite saker som jag har gjort på senaste!