Tessa

Me little girl

Vi er.....

vi i solens lys
vi i regnbuens farger
vi i den evige drømmerens land
langs evige sletter utenfor vårt hjem
er kjærligheten uendelig
i dypet av havet befinner vi oss
hvor stillheten regjerer i takt med bølgene
hvor dypet kjenner ingen frykt
hvor havet omfavner oss
i hvert eneste åndedrag
vi er i takt med himmelen
i en varm sommerbris
stille hører vi dens sang
forsiktig lyder ordene
vi forsatt omringet av lyset vi befant oss i som små
påminnende...
i alle våre valg..
vi iakttar
vi er resultatet av englers kamp
løvet er nå falt så en ny begynnelse kan komme
vinteren er forbi

skrevet av Therese Herheim april 2004

Tessa sommer 05

MAMMA

mamma jeg ser deg
du er atter min klippe
som havets vind er livets vei
mamma du har lært meg de veier jeg går
dine ord gjennopptas i mitt blod
mamma mine livslinjer bærer din visdom..din kjærlighet
vissheten om det liv du gav meg
bærer styrke i meg
mamma du er den som gav meg englers øyne
tårer jeg gråter over den takknemlighet jeg føler
hvor vakker du er....

Therese Herheim 04

remember me
when snow falls on your window
leaving pretty crystals behind
when yellow sun melts your ice cream
when the wind makes you take your hat on
when the rain makes your hair wet
remember me when the cold reminds you that your still just a man
remember me
when autumn fills leafs under your shoes
leaving you content…
remember me when you look at a beautiful picture
and when the radio plays a funny song
and you smile
then remember me

Therese Herheim 12.05

”Living the good life”


Don’t tell me who was where
Who attend what?
I really don’t care that much today
Well no more then yesterday
And one shouldent devote the soul to this attempt
And ho cares for sparkling diamonds
I don’t mind if they loose their sparkle
I rather want something more predictable to pursue
And after turning 23 patience has sunk aaall the way down to my feet!
I need orientation not fine art
to be in the crowd pursuing the crowd
is not going to define you as a strong person,
and I expect that you don’t expect that I expect you to define me in anyway
I rather ask you to shoot me in the head
Do I need to collect attempts just to satisfy your point of whew?
I say no
I say I rather die with my actions in the right places
My mind is tired and my skin is pale
Unpredictable lifelines has been taken up in my blood
I have nothing to feed on…..here
Here is irony my most lethal weapon
I survive on irony just to breathe
Sweet don’t taste that sweet anymore been replaced with an undefined mind
Not having fun eating cherrypies with strawberries on……
People are being made laughing stocks fore little things like” I believe in things I do not see with eyes”
This is second different
I recent that this is
And maybe it wood be more comfortable if it wasn’t such a big contrast
on and on and on it goes
keep bringing it on
but please
No more blabla.. bla
No more lalala
No more dans on the tables just to flinch back down again
Pang!
No more chocolate ho has this taste of a bad conscience mixed with bad self-confidence
Planted in to are ego’s of a society based on a rank of “randomly occurrences”
Is this are Refuge?
I can not take my life place it into this worlds “safe harbour” and relay on that im being guided in the right places?
I can not take these worlds’ finer places into consideration when I’m now asking it to go and renew itself
I’m already blown away by this world’s shallow fine art and fine words
ho really cares fore the purveyor of the good life?
These people don’t give me any suffusion
Don’t give me any perspective of what it means to be “living the good life”
This has only assorted in a thousand thoughts
Too many footholds, so little time
Too much pain…
Insufficient, in the chase of an unflawed state of mind
not worthily in this
We feed on our egoes filling it with everything we can to get some gratification
The perspective are blown away
The contrast strong
They are striking
Ordinary is more extrodinay today
Some care more about small people trying to make good, then big people making the statement of “how to be cool”
everything is a state of mind
We are the masters of are minds
We need to pursue ourselves … to secede in life
We think as hell as the dark and cold side
But the real hell is when our lives going wrong
And we don’t know how to collect strength or we just don’t bother to try!
This is the greater downfall
Ho ever holds the key to understanding the importants of pursuing knowledge is the one ho holds the world in his hands
And knowledge comes first within you
And there will always be a difference s in knowing and acting on it
So Please don’t underest my understatement
So hey you!
Don't play the game of persistence with me excused existed before you did
……………………………………………………….
pursuing this “good life” is not going to define you as a strong person in my eyes
Shoot me rather in the head…
Pang.....


24.11.05

Tessa

Jeg er

Jeg er identitet
skrevet på et a4 ark
bare litt mer avrundet i kantene
jeg er fargene jeg plantet i min hukommelse
da jeg stirret fortrolig på regnbuen
da jeg lot meg føre med av overfladiske settninger

bare for å føle.... noe

jeg er den sedvanlige lykken jeg aldri ønsket velkommen
jeg er mitt søkende etter det perfekte
jeg en blanding av perfeksjonisme og konflikter
og jeg er livet...
livet i sitt krystallklare budskap
og alt som ligger mellom
blandet med dødens klokkeklare avslutning
jeg er frustruasjonen den skaper
jeg er ironien jeg overlever på
jeg er tendensen
jeg er her

Tessa

Tessa