Teenage thoughts E-Book

Mikael Fischer

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 55

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Story in prose. The main character of the book is teenager who is on the verge of madness. When he turns ten, he loses his beloved mother. His first steps into adulthood, he discovers what it means to be lonely and abandoned. He struggles with his inner demons, feeling endless grief for his mother who has passed away and anger that his father has left him. Through the story, he fights for the truth in a world that has never understood him. The underlying themes of this story are hopelessness and hope, life and death from the teenager's perspective.

Leseprobe

Teenage thoughts

Teenage thoughtsDedicationQuoteFirst page of the bookBefore you judge meThe pastor who cannot forgiveMom, tell meHope dies lastCompanies bought for moneyNothing to loseYou richWhat do you think of me, my brother?Is it love?One more chanceThe road without anyone near meNo tears left to cryLike a SoldierThe Shadow of DeathI'm sorry, Mom.The one I read aboutLaugh at my dreamMove onA scoundrelHeartOn my streetTo you who never saw the lightDying FaithRefugee motherExpectations of meIn my mind and in my soulLife in God's homeWhen dusk fallsThe gameWho can be trusted?Last letterCopyright

Dedication

Dedicated to Helene

Quote

The worst attempt is the one you never make.

Mikael Fischer

First page of the book

The life we live, it is not always we who choose,

Hard to see the brother that he has given up and now he his soul sells.

The life I was living was not my choice,

Do you hear me, God? Or do I have to go to a church hall?

Doing what you don't want to do but are forced to do,

Can life really look like the Cinderella story?

The difference is that my story, has been unwanted written.

Wish God had stopped and already torn the first page to pieces.

But God is the poet who writes our lives,

One hesitates to take his life in his hand with a knife.

Call my story tragedy or drama, indescribable feeling is growing up without a mother.

What is it about the feelings that cannot be described?

My way of doing it is to take a pen and start writing.

Yes, my saga has indeed existed.

And unfortunately, it's all based on true events.

The genre is tragedy and the author is God.

The main character is a little boy who broke most of God's commandments.

Other roles, are parents who have had an unwanted marriage.

And the person who has never understood me is in my father role.

This is starting to sound more like a play or a ballad,

Anyway, my mother called me the little prince.

I was born in the odd year, seventh month, on day five,

In the capital of a fairyland, in a poor home.

My story begins when my mother fell ill and died.

That's when my tenth birthday hit.

Before you judge me

Who are you to judge me and tell me if I'm right or wrong?

Don't tell me, you don't know what has happened in my life!

Do not want to be seen and go to church on Sundays,

the Destination, I know for me who violates the laws of the Holy Book.

Who are they that say, Judge not and ye shall not be judged,

Appear as angels, but have satan hid in their hearts.

Seeing evil people pray to God on their knees,

After getting to know them, I want to yell to hell with peace.

You saw me as a stranger and my tricks as no child's play,

Even sinners love those who show them love.

You didn't want me among you and were disturbed by my attitude,

How could I expect you to care about a boy who has run away.

Give me your hands and we'll go back in time in my life,

Moving us back when my life began.

As a child I used to wake up always on my mother's screams,

Is it fate to live and always be a stranger with dreams?

Know that your mother is dying and don't believe it can happen,

Wait, I'll go on, don't even think of returning to your own bubble!

Throughout childhood do not talk about it and hide,

Knowing that there are people who do not want to grieve.

Mourning the death of the mother and on the contrary is in a good mood,

Wondering why such people don't die instead.

Who could I trust in that environment?

Surrounded by hypocrites and loved by no one.

The love word, I had heard in a song,

Wondered why I had not felt of it and got.

The love you feel from someone close,

Being a heartless was something I always wanted to learn.

Be heartless and not feel how I in that moment suffered,

But I guess only in heaven I find peace.

Didn't want to be around traitors,

Wanted to grow up, but all I saw in them were hypocrites.

I could never find a place where I belonged,

Got the feeling that I'll have to live on the outside until the day I die.

Until I hear my mother's voice and see the shining light coming from above,

And be judged by the one who took the dearest away.

So before you judge me think about all this,

and don't rush to put a label on me.

The pastor who cannot forgive

Now I go back to sleep and hope not to wake up.

Who will miss me after my death?

Hopeless and lost, does that mean I've failed?

What does it take in life to succeed? Change as the world does?!

Or believe in something you are willing to die for?!

I was baptized and became a member of the church,

it feels like it was yesterday,

In the predicament you see the nearest one turns and just goes.

Badly said words, leave deeper wounds than a sword.

Believing in something that hypocrites believe in, is it worth it?

I wanted nothing more than to leave the path of self-destruction that I was on.

How hard was it to give me to read my poems a mick?

Come on Reverend, don't tell me it's not true,

you didn't help that boy standing on a edge.

At the edge, where if you go over you lose your soul,

Couldn't you forgive after a little quarrel?

It doesn't count if you do it with words only,

But continues to hold grudges and plays someone who is holly.

Do you think that if you know all the verses of the holy book,

That it will help you get to paradise and live there for all eternity?

Wait, listen to what I say about your paradise,

If it's only the likes of you are there,