Life’s philosophy

How do you get out of darkness,
When it’s all just emptiness?
How do you live your life,
When it’s all just sickness?
How do you love someone,
When all you feel is numbness?
How do you do what you have to do,
When you don’t know how to do what you got to do?

I guess, that I guess.
I just don’t know.
I’m all questions.

No one is here to answer them for me.
I have to do it myself.

That’s life’s philosophy.

It all lies in you,
Everything lies in you.
“Why’s that”, you may ask,
Well, God created us to live forever.
We needed something to do for the rest of our life.


Written by Sascha Dollard

10. July. 2011

First love

Your first love,
the first person you ever loved,
the one that always will own some of your heart,
the one that you almost always forgive,
the one that you always will remember,
that you sometimes dream of,
that you sometimes think of
that you wonder if they ever think of you,
the one that you can cry over,
the one that you can smile over,
the one that stole your heart before you knew it,
the one that have a magic power over you,
you would do almost anything for them.
The most dangerous person in your life.
Be aware! Of your first love!




Written by Sascha Rebecca Varneskov Dollard

30.07.11

Et sommer digt

Kølige briser,
sammen med sol.
Smukke blomster,
sammen med bier.
Børn der griner,
plasken med vand,
Åh paradis, hvor er du vidunderlig!





Skrevet af Sascha Dollard
2. dec. 2008

Hvad gør man, når der intet er at gøre?

Jeg kan ikke mere.
Hvorfor virker det ikke at sige det?

Det er som at sige: "Sikke et dårligt vejr vi har i dag"
En værdigløs bemærkning.

Ingen respons.
Ingen reaktion.

Så hvad kan man sige, når man står på kanten af kløften og alt ser sort ud?
Hvad skal man sige for at folk reagerer?

Ingen nytte at råbe.

Lyden går ned i dybet af afgrunden og sender dit meningsløse råb om hjælp hårdt tilbage igen.
Som at løbe panden mod en mur.

Men hvad så?

Vend den anden kind til, siger folk.
Så det gør jeg.

Nu, er jeg tom indeni, ulykkelig udenpå og med to ømme kinder.
Til hvad nytte?

Jeg kan stadig ikke mere.

Jeg står stadig på kanten af kløften.

Men nu er der et stenskred på vej ned mod mig.

Jeg skal træffe et valg.
Skal jeg springe, eller blive trampet ned af stenene og stadig ende på bunden af kløften?

Det samme nu.

Jeg har valget mellem selv at slutte det hele, eller at holde min sorg for mig selv, leve videre og til sidst ende samme sted.

Hvad skal jeg gøre?

That's Why

You ask me why I act as I do
Well, now I'm gonna tell you:


You look at me,
starring through my soul
my hands are cold as snow
and you don't know

You're scaring me
but you don't understand
how all of your demands
can make me cry

**
Cause you
just don't see
how much you're hurting me
i can see it in your eyes
and it makes me wanna say goodbye
that's why


You yell at me
shouting in my face
i can see the hate
that's in you're eyes

You're asking me
why i look so sad
i just feel to bad
to look at you

**
Cause you
just don't see
how much you're hurting me
i can see it in your eyes
and it makes me wanna say goodbye
that's why

But I know
that you care
you just don't act so fair
I just want you to say
that you love me



- Written by Sascha Dollard
18.10.10