Eyes closed

I lay my head with patience in the grass,
Eyes wander endlessly over the sky as the clouds pass,
While the taste of nothingness consume me,
There is no place on earth I’d rather be.
While the clouds blossom into a purple haze,
My hands and legs feels numb while in the sun I daze,
Blue skies turns into night,
And the moon and the stars silently conquer the days light.

Drifting into a world of unconscious dreams,
Nothing inhere is really what it seems,
Drifting off into a distant land,
I’ll soon find myself trying to flee from his hand.
Suddenly I hear him calling,
Impossible to jump, but it feels like I’m falling,
Trying to run, but now he is long gone,
They used to tell me “he wont do you wrong”.

I’ll try to awake,
But new methods he will take,
He starts blowing kisses in my face,
It seems hard to stop, I can’t stop this chase.

The wind lift me up as I open my eyes,
Put’s me down as I awake, feels like paradise,
Fingers grasp around a cold stone,
Just to test if I’m numb still, to defend if I am not alone.
But the silence consume me yet again as I stare into the sky,
And a single purple cloud slowly passes by,
I get back upon my feet and in a slow pace I waltz home,
I wont see him there,
I can sleep alone.

Blue

Blue eyes come easy,
Blues eyes are made of pain,
Saw life tumbling, tripping, falling apart,
While calling her name.
Hence this, hence that,
How could she ever understand,
What ever is going to happen,
They look at her with pity, then shake her hand.

Blinded by their mistakes,
Life will always be like this,
Conscience dark as night by now,
It’s just how it’s all so convenient that makes her miss;
How life used to be,
Floating around on a purple cloud,
Without any guilt or nightmares,
Fulfilled with hopes, sheltered from doubt.

They bump her head into the walls,
To make her forget her past,
Push her down on the sidewalks, scratching her knees,
How long will her survival last?
Dancing among bushes covered with thorns,
She is the leaf upon, pretending to be,
Another she, in another place,
Growing flowers for them to see.

Cellar door

I open the doors to find a consuming liquid,
Drain the room while I smile,
While underneath it all, I was never happy,
I kept myself going for quite a while.
I dream so vividly,
I could feel myself dripping from the sky,
Waking up, I am the décor flowers in a water pool,
I am made of plastic, I can never die.

While I grew up, I realized,
“love will tear us apart”,
I wonder till I melt away in soft waves,
It’s not possible to mend a broken heart.
Listen closely to the walls surrounding,
If you stand close, you’ll hear them telling a story,
Backwards in time we can travel,
Back to a time of love and glory.

As I press my fingers through the cellar door,
I leave a space between,
The space stands for never ending,
My fingers express what I say and what I mean.
Last time I was in bloom,
I told the world that I knew;
How I shouldn’t trust him and that I wouldn’t,
But believing is one thing, living it is another thing to do.

Blunt poetry

The sky is grey and the rain is pouring down,
Tapping on my window, dozing people off in this sleepy town,
I’ll light another cigarette, open another beer,
Let my tears flow and remind myself why you’re not here;
Write a silly poem, try to collect my thoughts,
Dare myself to consider my madness, try to collect the dots.

I’ve been analyzing they’re faces,
Been closing my eyes, to see different places,
Been writing down everything I see,
While people notice nothing, while people don’t see me,
I’ve been hiding behind the glass, shielding myself from the fire,
They run like mad, say they’re keeping focus, but he & she is a liar.

Fucking prince of disbelief, are you high?
Will you be laughing at your mirror, till the day you die?
You’re a fraction of the puzzle and still you purr like a satisfied cat,
But you can’t even move, cause you’re thighs are too fat,
It’s only a matter of convincing them, you say,
But I’d rather be a bitch, then join the bed where you lay.

As the rain threatens to break my window,
The wind takes it’s pace, it’s letting me know;
That no matter how hard I try to rewind,
Life is never going to give me what’s rightfully mine,
Blame it on my fading smile,
But I’ll be living my life, make it worth the while.

Marvelous lovers

He was a lost cause,
She a bruised and fragile flower,
He brought her pain and desire,
She brought him satisfaction and power.
Easily amused,
Tempted, love strong, yet abused,
Not a road to leave by,
Buried alive in the mire, she will cry.

His tongue may touch her lips,
Her lips may seem red and delighted,
Watch her through the blurry lens,
Her eyes may pretend, but she was never excited.
Her skeleton departs in dirty water,
Her last sentence should have been shorter,
Decomposes to the sounds of fear,
Alone in the darkness, alone down here.

Let the beaming light blind,
Stay close to the light,
As the gleaming bodies move,
Flashbacks may scare the most, leave as I might.
By the empty roads of the forest I run,
In this lazy town, while they talk, I’ve become;
A stranger in my own skin,
I please them, but I am burning flames within.

Another glance at his marvelous teeth,
I swear to a god I don’t believe in,
That should he run and leave me to die,
I will build walls to surround me, wherever I’ll begin.
I’ll be your delicate flower,
Present while the essence of you devour,
Give me your pain to be kind to,
As long as you stay here, I can’t breathe without you.

Natteleg

Mens din skjorte flyder med vinden,
Mens din finger sitre på min læbe,
Brændes saltet ud af kroppen,
I et sidste forsøg på at undgå tårer.

Når du går, tager du flammerne med dig,
Vender du dig om, blænder støvet dig;
Resterne af min krop, afgik ved døden,
Resten af mig flyder med strømmen.

Jeg tænkte længe på dig,
Forsvarede mine tanker og skjulte mine ord,
Omsmeltede mig selv til denne statue,
Men du hev mig ord mod himlen, rev mig med.

Længselsfuld beskuer jeg;
Huset hvori jeg mødte dig,
Ligger mig i den iskolde seng,
Din stemme i væggen, bedøver mig;

Bedrøver mig,
Du stjal mit smil, det svæver rundt i din hånd,
Jeg er lille,
Tværet ud under dine fingre.

Mens din skjorte flyder med vinden,
Presser du hele din krop i mod,
Dine hænder lagt mod mit ansigt,
Jeg lader mig rive med.

Du leger med ordene,
Men du siger ingenting.
Jeg opdigter hvert et ord i mit hoved,
Ville dratte om, kan ikke mer’.

Jeg ved ikke hvor vi er,
Men vi står et sted jeg kender fra drømme,
Måske er jeg der i virkeligheden endnu,
Koncentreret om at vågne.

Røde nøgler

Hvis tåre kunne hviske,
Plante lydløse noder på brændende læber,
Lade ham spejle sig i hendes blanke øjne,
Lade hende miste sig selv i hans gribende løgne.

Fra når hun famler efter ham i blinde,
Til når hun mister sig selv i et medlidende kys,
Kaster sig selv ud over klippen mod vandet,
Føler sig selv forsvinde i faldet, græder når hun er landet.

Fra ydmygelsen i at række ud efter ham,
Til glæden ved hans hud mod hendes,
Flettet sammen i et mystisk katastrofalt sceneri;
Troede det var slut, men endnu en gang faldt hun i.

Når længslen aftager og hun finder sig selv igen,
Stirre hun koldt, med blanke øjne,
Han går rundt derude et sted,
Han har hende på hans læber, og han tog hendes hjerte med.

Han låste, han lukkede hende ned,
Han slukkede for lyset hvor hun er mørkeræd,
Tog nøglen med og gik sin vej,
Lader hende aldrig gå, hun er del af hans yndlings leg.