Som dere vet så liker jeg best å skrive engelsk og poetri/historier, så jeg skal prøve å skrive mer dikt og noveller. Pluss noen flere ting lignende mitt siste innlegg "Love is...". 

Håper dere blir fornøyde! 

It starts out when you meet the people called your parents. Some will experience love at first sight, others confusion. The confused ones are the ones who will struggle for their parents approval, or struggle to be able to love them. Some will learn to love them, find their approval, others will fail. But those who fail will have to head out on another mission. They will have to find someone else to cover up the empty part of their hearts. It may be a friend, it may be more than that. But it is your journey. It will be long and hard. You will want to give up several times. Will you get back on your feet again? That's up to you.

You may never find what you're looking for, but it's always worth trying. 

Love isn't easy for most people. Some say it's easy like watching a sunset, and they are right for their own story, but for many others love is like a burning castle. It's all about finding the exit before getting burned too badly. 



«She's dying, isn't she? Right in front of our eyes.» My hands ball into fists and I flex my arms. «And all you want to do is hurt her.» 

«Mr Willins, we are only trying to figure out what's wrong with her. We don't know anything about her illness. The only way to figure out the cure is to figure out what's causing all this. I have no idea if it's going to help, but we have to try. It's the only way,» Dr Raines says for the millionth time. He's looking out the window, observing the surgery. Observing my Savannah being cut in to find something that's impossible to find. 

«Don't you think I know that? But I also know that all the cutting and needles are hurting her. She's seven years old damn it! She's not a lab rat you can play with over and over. She hurts not only from the illness, you know. All the sideeffects are causing her a lot of pain,» I say and sit down on one of the chairs behind me. 

«Yes, I know the sideeffects are hurting her, but that's just something she'll have to take. We need to figure out the source of all her pain.» 

«It doesn't matter. You've been trying to figure it out since she was a newborn. I won't let you cause her more pain than she's allready in,» I say and walk towards the door. 

«Mr Willins, I don't want this to end in court. We need this information to find a cure. There may be others with the same illness. It is well hidden and we were lucky we discovered it early. I'm sorry, but if you walk out this door now, it will end up in court,» Dr Raines says in a calm voice. 

«Then so be it,» I say and leave the room. 

Dette røper lite, men får du lyst til å lese videre? 

Fikk plutselig inspirasjon, og skrev nesten en side om en man er usynlig for de som leter etter han. Her er litt av det jeg har skrevet:

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My mind was like a singing sea. Endless and noisy, peacefull and roaring. I pictured a big ocean with a small island in the middle, where I sat. Ten years old, alone and unseen, but visible. A boat shows up in the horison and I start screaming and waving. The boat doesn't turn and I keep waving, yelling «Hey! Over here! I'm here!». But they don't see me. They sail on, while I keep waving, and disappears in the sunset.

I think about my mother, picture her pretty, blue eyes that always reminded me of a fountain where fish would swim or a clear sky where eagles would fly, her short and waving blonde hair that never seemed to stop shining like gold and of course her beautiful, wide smile, pink small lips, flashing white pearls. She reminded me of the women in the old movies, the ones that always made you smile, the real beauties, opposite to the women today with their fake beauty. My mother was my angel, wings spread, white dress waving in the wind and hands saying «come hold me».

Panem er Nord-amerika delt inn i tolv distrikter med the Capitol som ledende hovedstad. Her er det the Capitol som er mektige og rike. Distriktene klarer såvidt å holde seg oppe. Sult og fortvilelse ligger i luften. 
Katniss Everdeen er en 17 år gammel jente som bor i Distrikt 12, distriktet for kullminer. Hun lever under umulige forhold med lite mat, hvilket gjør at hun må jakte ulovlig. Dette er risikabelt og kan drepe henne, men hun må passe på at både moren hennes, som fortsatt sliter etter døden til Katniss far, og lillesøsteren sin Prim har nok mat til å komme seg. 
De lever også i risikoen om å bli valgt til noe av det værste som kan skje med et barn i Panem. The hunger games er en årlig straff for distriktene der hvert distrikt må sende en gutt og ei jente fra alderen 12 til 18 år for å kjempe til døden i en arena. Hele spillet blir sendt på direktesendt tv over hele landet. 
Det er valgdagen og to skal velges til å kjempe som representanter for distrikt 12. Når Katniss sin 12 år gamle søster Prim blir valgt vet Katniss at hun ikke har noe annet valg en å melde seg frivillig til å ta hennes plass det øyeblikket Prim blir ropt opp. Selv med Prims kjemping imot går Katniss opp på scenen og hører navnet på gutten som blir valgt. Peeta Mellark. Bakerens sønn. 
Disse få valgene forandret Katniss. Hun må overleve. Romanser vokser. Hun må kjempe på både utsenet, kampteknikk og hvem som blir den siste som står. Hvem? Alt kan skje i spillene. Ingen er trygge. Det er drep eller bli drept.

Let the games begin. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Denne boka fikk jeg anbefalt av noen venner i Texas. Jeg kjøpte boka og ble fanget fra første kapittel. Jeg endte opp med å sitte oppe hele natten og lese. Den var umulig å legge fra seg! All spenningen, romantikken og action gjorde at jeg begynte å tenke: Hva om dette blir fremtiden? Ikke vet jeg. 
Jeg kan love at hvis du liker spenning og fart vil denne boka fange deg slik som den gjorde med meg. Du kommer til å skvette og gråte til siste side. 
Hvordan forfatteren, Suzanne Collins, har beskrevet fremtiden er fantastisk bra, og jeg fikk følelsen av at jeg var med i the Games selv.

Dette er en sikker 10 av 10!

Som dere sikkert vet så leser jeg på engelsk. Den norske versionen heter Dødslekene.

Dette er en trilogi som inneholder disse tre bøker: The hunger games, Catching fire og Mockingjay.

Alle er oversatt til norsk, og de heter Dødslekene, Opp i flammer, og Fugl føniks.

It's not how the wind growls.

It's not how the flower grows.

It's not how the sun rises.

It's not how emptiness hurts.

It's simply just how your heart kan go missing.

You can loose it,

You can have it taken away,

You can have it broken,

You can break it,

It can just dissapear.

Then you'll have this empty space in your chest.

Where the wind never growls,

The flower never grows,

The sun never rises,

But the emptiness hurts like fire,

And burns you until an arrow gives you the death call.

Dette er det nyeste diktet. Det er litt likt det forrige, men jeg skal begynne å variere mer med diktene.

The bird

Deciding weather

Weather or not

To satisfy an empty body

With the dirty ground

A yellow flower

Will never fall

Will never surrender

Die

Die trying

Die with your dead friends

But never give up

'Cause the sound of a little bird

Will awake you

Will strenghten you

And make you less dead than before

A game

An enemy

One victor

Too many deaths

Ashes to the ground

An arrow to the heart

Never fast enough

Never fast enough

Not satisfying to die

The coin drops

The flower dies

The earth shakes

To the sound of your scream

My heart breaks silently

But my feet keep moving

The blood keeps pouring

And the arrows keep flying

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Dette er et dikt jeg skrev til The hunger games. All tilbakemelding er akseptert, bare ikke vær for slemme.

Det kan også finnes her: http://www.hungergamestrilogy.com/phpbb3/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=6877

Sangteksten står under. Enjoy! Mer sang og tekst lengre ned.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your eyes
And when they open, the sun will rise

Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet
and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Here it's safe, and here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet
and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Here is the place where I love you.

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Har nettopp lest ut den tredje boka i The hunger games trilogien som het Mockingay. Den var syykt bra! Anbefales på det fulleste! Den er fantastisk spennende, og kommer til å få øynene til å renne samtidig som du ikke kan legge fra deg boka.

I boka var det en sang som het The hanging tree, og jeg tenkte at jeg skulle vise den til dere. Den kan sees på som litt deprimerende, men med en dyp mening. Dette er ikke den ekte melodien, men den fineste jeg kunne finne.

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Grey bones

Chapter 1: Meadow

«To be or not to be.» That was the phrase Shakespeare used in a play called Hamlet. Sounds like a good play, but I died before I got to read it or see it. Now I?ve read it a million times, litterally. At least I know I don?t exist, so that would make me the not to be part of this little phrase, even though Shakespeare must have ment to make it something different than how I got it.

In many religions you would say that I should have been sent to heaven or hell, gotten reborn og or just dissapear, but who would know what really happened. Well, every other death have to be different. Maybe once every hundred year someones death would lead to this damed life, and I was the lucky winner. In stead of every single one of the possibilities of afterlives, I got to be the one still wandering with the living. But there had to be a catch to getting to stay in this world. There?s always a catch. I now have to help leading the dead souls to their afterlife.

I never know wich person is a spirit or a human. Of course the spirits always look completly freaked out. And I just have to swift my hand through their invisible body to know. They didn?t see me as a normal human like others would. They see me as a nightmare. As a dark deamon, slowly desiding their destiny. Torturing them from the inside and out with an agony so terrible they would rather burn alive than to look into my eyes. I would burn them and send them to the Land of Fires. I would make them pay for all their evil by getting them stuck in eternal pain. Still some managed to look when I changed. When they were one of those who got sent to the Paradise Sky I changed into a white guardian. I was a beatiful smiling girl in a white dress and big, white wings dancing in a meddow of yellow flowers in their eyes, ?cause that was the only time the pain in my chest got completly silenced.

But still, I was only called a few times every month. In the meantime I lived in a life of no aging and no happiness. People shied away from me automaticly, seeing my black, deep eyes and pale skin. The only time there was a change of color in my eyes was when I was happy. They were a beautiful color of light blue then.People could have mistaken me for a vampire. So I was alone. I had ran away from my family in Luisiana years ago and I now lived in Seattle, Washington. A rainy and dark city in my opinion. There was a few other angels here, so I had a lot of spare time on my hands. I read a lot. Every book I could get my hands on was read within a week. The old lady reseptionist at the library was actually starting to like me. We?d had a few conversations and she used to reccomend the books she had read. She even smiled when I came. At the time she was the only one I actually liked spending time with. But still, it was pretty hard being stuck at the age of 17. I still had to go to high school to fit in. I sat alone in every class and lunch. My siencepartner never spoke to me. I always walked alone in the hallways. Even the jocks looked at me like I was a walking flame threatening to burn them. Maybe that was exacly how I looked to everyone. My eyes were the gateway to your soul, since I had none anymore.

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Dette var bare litt morgeninspirasjon. Ikke forvent at det er et mesterverk. Den er på engelsk og allting! Håper du liker den! 

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I walked up on the stage, waiting for a sound, a breath in the silent crowd. It never came. I think every person in District 11 was silent. Standing, face forward towards the audience, was me. 

I only had one slip with my name on it, but still I was the one chosen. None of my brothers or sisters could voulenteer and I am glad about that. This was my first time even having a slip in the big bowl of girls names. I was twelve, and all I heard was the wind, as I stood there not even bothering listening wich boy was chosen. I didn't want to know wich boy was going to face death with me. He would be dead in a few weeks anyway. 

Did someone say my name? Maybe there's a voulenteer! Maybe someone else is going to get doomed in the Games. Maybe someone else will live the pain. «Rue». It may just be my imagination. Or maybe someone is saving me. Maybe there is hope! No. 

The loud boom and the earth shaking bring me back to reality. I must have been daydreaming. There is no time for that! Not now that the Games are at its worst. I start jumping again. From tree to tree towards the next campfire, but the Careers must be right at my tail. 

I'm guessing the boom was Katniss blowing up the Careers supplies. That means she did it, and they will never make it back in time to catch her. She is so fast. It takes I wile before I realise there is no one following me anymore. They must have turned around. Katniss is probably long gone. But I can't meet up with her now. I'm tierd. Still I keep jumping. Flying to the campfire. But it is no use in lighting it now. They are probably back at their own camp, watching the small remains of supplies with shocked faces. 

When I'm completly sure no one's behind me, I stop and pull out the sleeping bag. It's freezing and dark, so I'm kinda glad I got the it, even though Katniss must be cold too. I find a comfortable place in the tree and drift of quickly, only missing the warmth of Katniss next to me. 

The sun wakes me up. I didn't sleep for too long, but I should have woken up earlier, because the sun is well up in the sky. I pack up my sleeping bag as quick as I can. The Careers will be hunting now. I put the bag in my backpack and start jumping again. 

It takes maybe half an hour to get to the campfire. Katniss is nowere in sight, but probably looking for me, so I sing my four note song to the mockingjays, hoping she will hear it. Then she will know I'm safe. I jump down on the ground when I'm a few trees away from the camp, in a small clearing. Better be on the safe side just in case the Careers show up. But I'm so hungry! I ate the last of the roots when lighting the second fire yestarday. I'm just about to dig in the ground for some roots to eat with the rabbit left in my backpack when something covers me. I can't get out! It's a net. I scream as loud as I can, with tears thretening to pour. 

«Katniss! Katniss!» I yell, knowing she won't hear. 

«Rue!» I hear someone yell back. Or is that too imagination, like when I was on that stage. 

«Rue! I'm coming!» I can now make out the voise. It's Katniss. I see her now, running into the clearing. I reach out my hand and a flicker of hope crosses my mind. «Katniss!» 

Then pain takes over. Pain in my stomach. Pain in my heart. I look down to see a spear running through me. Then I look up and see the boy from District 1 fall with an arrow in his neck. 

«Are there more? Are there more?» She keeps repeating. I say no. I know the other Careers has turned around. I roll over to my side and it eases the pain a little bit. The tears didn't fall out of my eyes in time. I can't cry now. Not wile Katniss is here. It will be too much for her. She leans down and cuts away the net. That makes it better. She looks so sad and helpless. I reach out for her hand and she doesn't hesitate on holding on to it. I know I have to make her win. My wounds are beyond repair. 

«You blew up the food?» I wisper, using a lot of power to keep my eyes open. 

«Every last bit,» Katniss says. At least I think she said it. 

«You have to win,» I say as firmly as my voice can bare. 

«I'm going to. Going to win for both of us now.» Her voise is so sad. 

«I know you will! You are the girl on fire!» I can't find the strenght to say it. It's too much. So it just lingers on my mind instead. She knows I belive in her. 

I think I hear a cannon. It must be for the dead boy next to me. The boy who wanted me dead. 

«Don't go.» I get a tighter grip of her hand. She won't leave me right? No, I trust her. She has the mockingjay pin. It made me trust her the first time we met. The beautiful golden mockingjay. 

«Course not. Staying right here.» She moves closer. I can feel her warmth. 

Now I only need one more thing for the pain to dissappear completly. I close my eyelids. 

«Sing,» I say, forcing the word out of my mouth, using up my last bit of strenght. 

I always knew the had a beautiful voise. The song she starts singing sounds like a lullaby. Something you sing to get the hope of another day of beauty. I feel the splash of one of her tears dripping on my arm. I can't really hear her words anymore. Just a blurry melody, and the feeling of more tears warming up my arm. There is only sunshine. Warmth, beauty. And there is no pain. Only peace. Under my eyelids, the last thing I see is the picture of a million yellow flowers, as the song comes to an end.