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Det sies at dyslektikere ikke kan rime

jeg skal motbevise dette

og la alle mine linjer kime.

La meg fortsette.

Hele innlegget skal rime.

Det vil sikkert ta meg en god time.

Prøver jeg å imponere?

Nei, jeg skal bare briljere.

Jeg er en dyslektiker

ikke en sterk grammatiker

Ord er harde, men intelligensen er høy

kritikken mot oss er unødvendig drøy

Jeg er en dyslektiker

mobb språket og jeg klikker

jeg er også meget sterk

du bør unngå at jeg går berserk

Ber du meg om å stave

begynner jeg å kave

men ber du meg rime

kan jeg gjøre det i svime!

Jeg kan få alt til rime

det er som et regime

epleskrott rimer på bøttekott !

[Shenjing]

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Rose are red,

that much is true ...

but violets are purple,

not fucking blue.

[Gjest ???]

Fear

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Coach Carter! Den er en av mine favoritter! Blir aldri lei av å høre/lese den der

Må bare ta med Rocky Balboa!

The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you.

[Gjest ???]

Sorry for 2x-post og spam men jeg fant noe jeg skrev for ca et år siden som egentlig ikke var ment til noen i det heletatt, bare skrev det sånn plutselig når jeg hørte på musikk og slappet av. Hehe. So yeah here goes, btw den er veldig klissete og sikkert ganske så dårlig, haha!

I'll be honest,

I don't have those magical words you hear from movies or those perfect words you hear in your dreams.

My words might not be one hit wonders,

but I do have my feelings for you which are sincere and spoken with truth which isn't just random blunders.

Cause what I see in you is beautiful,

and when I spend my time with you it's really wonderful.

Everything between me and you is so blissful.

So give me a chance and I'll prove to you that I'm not like your pasts,

cause I'll be your new present and I'm looking into the future beholding you and me where time will go by fast.

[SlayerDad]

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

[SlayerDad]

Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see

you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he's

in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the

works?

you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,

so don't be

sad.

then I put him back,

but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him

die

and we sleep together like

that

with our

secret pact

and it's nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don't

weep, do

you?

Charles Bukowski

[poyekhali]

Roser er røde

Fioler er blå

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