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		<title>I Try &#8211; Digt Af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2016 11:21:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I try not to think about the bones sticking out of your skin How you could not walk Without my support I try to think about the ways you would step on my shadow So I could run away of what was our game I try not to think of how You looked at me [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I try not to think about the bones<br />
sticking out of your skin<br />
How you could not walk<br />
Without my support</p>
<p>I try to think about the ways<br />
you would step on my shadow<br />
So I could run away<br />
of what was our game</p>
<p>I try not to think of how<br />
You looked at me<br />
So deeply confused<br />
or with accusation</p>
<p>I try to think of the happiness<br />
in your eyes<br />
when I came home<br />
to keep you company</p>
<p>I try not to think of the grey<br />
that infested your skin<br />
to settle the statement<br />
of a lesser heartbeat</p>
<p>I try to think of the sun<br />
that made you brown<br />
both out of happiness<br />
of the warmth around us</p>
<p>I try not think of the last words<br />
you said to me<br />
before you lost your mind<br />
I try not to think of the emptiness<br />
you left behind</p>
<p>I try to think of the way<br />
you used to live<br />
before you died</p>
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		<title>Abandoned &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2016 01:54:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The wind is cold freezes my tears it prickles my skin and leaves me in despair The light is dark just like my mind Only my sobs echo in a place I can’t define And when your footsteps vanish the pain starts to increase Because I know you were there But you left no evidence [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The wind is cold<br />
freezes my tears<br />
it prickles my skin<br />
and leaves me in despair</p>
<p>The light is dark<br />
just like my mind<br />
Only my sobs echo<br />
in a place I can’t define</p>
<p>And when your footsteps vanish<br />
the pain starts to increase<br />
Because I know you were there<br />
But you left no evidence</p>
<p>So I might stay here<br />
a little longer<br />
just in case you came back<br />
because you actually love me<br />
and want me back</p>
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		<title>Mørke Dage &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2015 03:04:36 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Digte]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dansk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[digt]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[følelser]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mørk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[spejl]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; Dagen er mørk finder ingen ro disen kryber ind lægger stemmerne på plads Sidder alene spejlet er min ven forvrænget ved synet af alle de raserianfald Kuglepennen i min hånd Blækket på gulvet Ordene spejler sig i disen der skrumper ind]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Dagen er mørk<br />
finder ingen ro<br />
disen kryber ind<br />
lægger stemmerne på plads</p>
<p>Sidder alene<br />
spejlet er min ven<br />
forvrænget ved synet<br />
af alle de raserianfald</p>
<p>Kuglepennen i min hånd<br />
Blækket på gulvet<br />
Ordene spejler sig<br />
i disen der skrumper ind</p>
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		<title>Point Of No Return &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:31:54 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Digte]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dansk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poesi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[valg]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; Stemmerne kalder på 3 forskellige sprog min stemme ryster mine kinder er våde kan ikke give slip endnu Valget er taget Jeg har mine grunde anderledes vej længere skridt Jeg bliver nødt til at give slip Sidste udkald Det er point of no return siger farvel siger vi ses min afhængighed giver slip]]></description>
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<p>Stemmerne kalder<br />
på 3 forskellige sprog<br />
min stemme ryster<br />
mine kinder er våde<br />
kan ikke give slip endnu</p>
<p>Valget er taget<br />
Jeg har mine grunde<br />
anderledes vej<br />
længere skridt<br />
Jeg bliver nødt til at give slip</p>
<p>Sidste udkald<br />
Det er point of no return<br />
siger farvel<br />
siger vi ses<br />
min afhængighed giver slip</p>
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		<title>I don&#8217;t want to &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2014 16:17:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t want to feel the heat in my skin while my voice is rising to think so irrationally that my fists hurt I don’t want to feel the tears rising as I hold my choking inside To show you my vulnerable side when you are watching I don’t want to talk to make you [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don’t want to feel the heat in my skin<br />
while my voice is rising<br />
to think so irrationally<br />
that my fists hurt</p>
<p>I don’t want to feel the tears rising<br />
as I hold my choking inside<br />
To show you my vulnerable side<br />
when you are watching</p>
<p>I don’t want to talk to make you feel better<br />
To feel the energy drop by trying<br />
to make only you happy<br />
as I am losing all the time</p>
<p>I don’t want to feel happy<br />
when I know it will end<br />
and I feel the emptiness<br />
of something I know<br />
I never had</p>
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		<title>Untitled Feelings &#8211; Digt Af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2014 11:46:24 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Digte]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blod]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Går ned ad den lange vej står ved kanten med panden mod muren der står høj og uoverskuelig Kilder af blod springer fra mine fingerspidser jeg glider ned mellem mine fire sorte vægge som skygger fornuften Tankerne kommer ud som mennesker der ser ned på mig de siger de ting jeg ikke vil høre og [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Går ned ad den lange vej<br />
står ved kanten<br />
med panden mod muren<br />
der står høj og uoverskuelig</p>
<p>Kilder af blod springer<br />
fra mine fingerspidser<br />
jeg glider ned mellem<br />
mine fire sorte vægge<br />
som skygger fornuften</p>
<p>Tankerne kommer ud<br />
som mennesker der ser ned på mig<br />
de siger de ting jeg ikke vil høre<br />
og påpeger de ting jeg ikke vil se</p>
<p>Ordene kommer ud som slanger<br />
og de tager kvælertag på min hals og lemmer<br />
de danner sig til kæder<br />
en for sorgen<br />
en for smerten<br />
en for vreden<br />
en for ensomheden<br />
og en for angst<br />
at jeg aldrig kan<br />
overkomme migselv igen</p>
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		<title>Chemo &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2014 20:09:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; In goes the poison out go the cells Like your breath that still reminds me you&#8217;re alive In goes the poison out goes the hair Like your mind that can&#8217;t cope how things are In goes the smile out go the tears by the thought of losing you forever]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg"><img data-recalc-dims="1" fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="1968" data-permalink="https://digtsamleren.dk/chemo-digt-af-christine-houston/sony-dsc-13/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg?fit=4592%2C3056&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="4592,3056" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SLT-A33&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1336684328&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;30&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1600&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.02&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;SONY DSC&quot;}" data-image-title="SONY DSC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg?fit=740%2C492&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1968" src="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1-300x199.jpg?resize=300%2C199" alt="SONY DSC" width="300" height="199" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg?resize=300%2C199&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg?resize=1024%2C681&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg?w=1480&amp;ssl=1 1480w, https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/DSC04937v1.jpg?w=2220&amp;ssl=1 2220w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In goes<br />
the poison<br />
out go<br />
the cells<br />
Like your breath<br />
that still reminds me<br />
you&#8217;re alive</p>
<p>In goes<br />
the poison<br />
out goes<br />
the hair<br />
Like your mind<br />
that can&#8217;t cope how<br />
things are</p>
<p>In goes<br />
the smile<br />
out go<br />
the tears<br />
by the thought<br />
of losing you<br />
forever</p>
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		<title>Once Upon A Time &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 16:02:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; Once upon a time it didn&#8217;t matter how different we were Once upon a time we ran away beyond our wildest fantasies Once upon a time we did not care about the world at all Once upon a time you did not judge me for I was not like you Once upon a time [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="1912" data-permalink="https://digtsamleren.dk/once-upon-a-time-digt-af-christine-houston/sony-dsc-12/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg?fit=3173%2C3056&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3173,3056" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.8&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SLT-A33&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1337892484&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;30&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00025&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;SONY DSC&quot;}" data-image-title="SONY DSC" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg?fit=740%2C713&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1912" src="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1-300x288.jpg?resize=300%2C288" alt="SONY DSC" width="300" height="288" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg?resize=300%2C288&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg?resize=1024%2C986&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg?w=1480&amp;ssl=1 1480w, https://i0.wp.com/digtsamleren.dk/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/DSC05286v1.jpg?w=2220&amp;ssl=1 2220w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
it didn&#8217;t matter<br />
how different we were</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
we ran away<br />
beyond our wildest fantasies</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
we did not care<br />
about the world at all</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
you did not judge me<br />
for I was not like you</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
I could only grieve<br />
that you have now replaced me</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
we were so close<br />
but now so very far</p>
<p style="text-align: center">Once upon a time<br />
we were just children<br />
But today we became<br />
the adults we feared<br />
the most</p>
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		<title>Here and Now &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2014 16:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; I want to see the sky See how blue, blue can be See how clouds wander and watch the birds fly to places that are beyond my wildest fantasies I want to see the sun Feel the heat on my skin See how it marks me with burns or freckles See the light that [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>I want to see the sky<br />
See how blue, blue can be<br />
See how clouds wander<br />
and watch the birds fly<br />
to places that are<br />
beyond my wildest fantasies</p>
<p>I want to see the sun<br />
Feel the heat on my skin<br />
See how it marks me<br />
with burns or freckles<br />
See the light that so<br />
easily can blind anyone</p>
<p>I want to see the moon<br />
See how big it can get<br />
even though it is so far away<br />
See it&#8217;s many companions shining<br />
in the dark and cold night that seems<br />
so lonely and yet so peaceful</p>
<p>I want to see the sea<br />
See waves curve and rumble<br />
See how the wind masters<br />
the power of movement<br />
See the reflection of the sky<br />
that determines your colors</p>
<p>I want to see the rain<br />
How it can wash everything away<br />
Smell the reborn air<br />
that makes my heart swell up in happiness<br />
See how drops give new life<br />
in the soil beneath me</p>
<p>I want to see the snow<br />
See how white, white can be<br />
How it feels cold in my hands<br />
while it melts slowly<br />
To se something so simple<br />
molded into your favorite piece of art</p>
<p>I want to see everything green<br />
See how trees go from<br />
naked to bright green dresses<br />
See how flowers appear<br />
with each their own color and smell<br />
and see their seeds travel<br />
many miles from here</p>
<p>I want to see you<br />
See the wrinkles by your eyes when you laugh<br />
See your crooked teeth when you smile<br />
Smell your favorite shampoo from your hair<br />
Feel your arms that consume me with love<br />
I want to see everything that defines you</p>
<p>And all of these things<br />
I will appreciate<br />
Right until my last breath escapes<br />
Until my heart draws its last beat<br />
Until my eyes shut forever<br />
to this wonderful world<br />
that I will never forget</p>
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