You saved me!

You saved me from,
tears and frustration,
times I wanted to scream.
Hurting and pain,
where I couldn't dream.
Sorrow and sadness,
I was drowning in my tears.
Badness and illness,
you saved me from my fears.

How can I ever thank you,
this I don't know.
Now you made me see,
that the person you saved me from,
was really just me!



Written by Sascha Dollard
25.dec.10

How could I?

You make me angry,
you make me cry.
You make me wanna hit you,
but how could I?

You make me happy,
you make me laugh,
you make me wanna love you,
but my heart's in half.

I love you,
I hate you,
I need you,
I don't want you.

You bring out the best in me,
you bring out the worst.
You make me a better person.
You make me wanna hurt.

What can I do?
You are who you are!

I'm frustrated,
irritated,
I'm shaking inside,
I'm totally out of it,
cause you make me cry.

I want you to pay back,
all the tears you made me cry,
but you don't understand,
so how could I?



Written by Sascha Dollard
23.dec.10

My past...

I am 17 and I have a heavy heart,
and now I need to let it all out.
Once upon a time I was a happy girl,
running, playing, laughing in the big world.

My family was okay at the start,
but then some of them broke my heart.
They turned against me when I needed them most,
I won't even forgive there ghosts.

I had some problems with my past,
that even I didn't know I had.
They were stuck in my head,
and sometimes I wished I was dead.

My mom helped me alot,
but I was still caught.
In my head I was big, fat and ugly.
But I guess I was lucky.

In 7th grade,
all good went away.
I got to a new school,
with alot of new rules.

I got so-called friends,
they helped me with some loose ends.
But then they turned and stapped me in the back,
my nerves were ready to crack.

I was in a blue mood,
cause they were rude.
Time went by,
and I started to cry.

Now, my mom helpes me every day,
and I must say:
Without God, I wouldn't have gotten through it,
so thanks for letting me do it.

To all those who made my life bad,
I just wanna say:
In the end I wanna thank you,
cause you made me that much stronger!





Written by Sascha Dollard
10.may.10 - 22.dec.10

Solens Romantiske Skær!

Glæde er så smukt,
som den lysende kugle på himlen der hænger så lavt,
Du er så smukt,
vi går ved den lange stille vej gennem sandet,
Himlens lava er glødende rød,
den lyser det store vand op,
tusind og atter tusind diamanter dukker op...
Jeg ser dit smukke rødlige hår,
og solen går ned...





- Skrevet af Sascha Dollard

Savner dig så meget...

Sorg over at du er væk,
Sorg over de sørgmodige tårer fra himlen.
Vi savner dig så meget,
Sidder her i haven og kigger,
tænker på dig.
Ser en lille rosenknop,
når den springer ud,
vil jeg plukke den og altid tænke på dig...






-Skrevet af Sascha Dollard

At miste en ven man holder af

Vi har altid været venner,
så længe jeg husker.
Var på hver sin skole,
hver sin vej.
En dag jeg kom til din skole,
du så den anden vej.
Du talte aldrig til mig, ALDRIG!
Jeg føler mig forladt,
går ude i kulden.
Du går der inde i varmen og hygger dig.
Jeg føler det sådan,
jeg kan se den dør ind til dig,
men når jeg banker,
lukker ingen op.
Du er populær,
jeg er ingenting.
Ingen vil snakke med mig,
ikke engang dig!!
Jeg er så ensom uden dig,
Jenny*, min eneste ven.



*Navnet er ændret.

-Skrevet af Sascha Dollard

WaterWorld

Water is like liquid diamonds,
so beautiful,
it shines in the glow from the sun,
We can not live without this beautiful water,
and yet we do not value it offers.
we pour it out in limitless quantities,
Water is life giving,
none have been created without the dependence on water.
It is a part of nature and yet we put a price on it.
People need water,
so we sell it to the hard working people,
People suffers on the other side of the world,
because they need clean water.
Who are we to play God?
Who has given us the right to deside who gets to live,
and who gets to die?
Only God has that right to deside!
Where on earth is the world going!?



- Written by Sascha Dollard

Blomsterbal

Jeg kigger på de smukke vilde blomster,
og de skarpe tidsler,
der danser sammen i vinden,
som til et bal,
blomsterne som smukke kvinder i deres bedste alder,
tidslerne som unge knægte der stræber for højt,
men alligevel får en chance,
for at forfører de modne kvinder.




- Skrevet af Sascha Dollard

Kærtegn af naturen

Dagene går og jeg sidder her ved mit skrivebord,
Jeg kigger ud på verden som den glider forbi.
Mit blik falder på markens grønne høst,
Disse kornplanter er så sarte hver for sig,
men sammen bruser de i vinden som havets bølger.
Jeg tænker på,
hvor vidunderligt det ville være,
at svømme deri.
Jeg tænker mig,
det ville kilde,
men hvilket kærtegn af den menneskelige krop det ville være.



- Skrevet af Sascha Dollard