Yellow house

It’s the smell of coffee that takes me back
the cracks in the porcelain that makes me linger
just to see, if we could have done it differently
whilst I silently remove the dust with my fingers.

I still remember the sounds of childish laughter
floating thrilled across the room
sometimes I wait for that notion to come back
hoping it will get here soon.

It doesn’t shine anymore
it is deserted and motionless
but walking by it in the afternoon sun
I feel tempted to blow it a kiss.

Ghosts of the midday play patrol
I wish I’d survived turning eleven
what then felt like hell on earth
now seems like a piece of heaven.

I have walked this pavement
a million times or more
it has tasted my salty tears
it has seen me battle my wars

and the yellow house that I hold so dear
at times, I swear, I can hear her moan
she needs that childish laughter back
she needs to get back upon her throne.

Yes, this seems to be a case of melancholy
memories are far beyond my control
how happy they may waltz on by
every time they are near, it tears upon my soul.

Not even the happiest face, could mend this heart
a smile could come too close
I can’t comprehend how time flies
in a blink of an eye, you could lose what you love most.

And so, time went by
I’m growing older by the second
I don’t like surprises
and colliding with time was not what I reckoned.

When it rains around here

When it rains around here
it pours
concerned about the drops falling
blindly picking out each precious moments flaws.
I grow so relentless in these shoes
twisting and turning for the clocks to stop
time is deadly
trying to fight it, is tough.

Sometimes I find myself reminiscing
the past seems so gloomy
can I fight the resistance come future?
It’s so hard to stand on two feet when it’s this stormy.
When it’s still, I sometimes hear the drums
might just be my heart beating
I find it hard to focus though
because whilst I listen, the beats dropping are competing.

When it’s silent, I wither
when it’s too silent, I’m blue
I could be bursting in this very moment
with all the things I wish I never even knew.
I was never that fond of surprises.
Surprises are bullets in disguise
the outcome goes one way or another
either you laugh or you cry.

When night falls upon earth

When night falls upon earth, light as snow
and the trees twist in agony behind the fences
the darkness suffocates all but the street lights will to glow
whilst ripping open all dried up wounds upon the broken branches.
I heard the shadows whisper my name
whilst running a shortcut to the warmth of home
short of breath with a heavy chest
I hear nothing but the spirits moan.

Whilst streetlights are dancing in the dark
helpless bodies float along the pavement
forming lines behind me as I waltz in the night
it is not a cry for help, it is a statement.
There is a river running
forcing its way down a cheek so pale
river flows in me
don’t pity me, it is a story I have to tell.

I will leave the blue alone
there is a heavenly starlit sky to see
I will smile again eventually
once I learn how to let go of my melancholy.
I may speak a bit too fast
contemplating heaving every word out before it’s too late
I fear drowning in your bloodshed eyes
they’re so filled with hate.

Love is cruel
but when I make my way down the street
and I feel the air in my hair
I couldn’t be tangled up within your sheets.
This is such a deluded web of lies
strewn all over and it keeps me high
I’d rather never give in
then let it go, let you kill me, die.

You

You’re my night upon day
and with a stroke on my hair
you leave me careless
with a wish not to exist;
a single teardrop making its way
down a cheek so pale
ask me if I’m okay
I’ll go out, but I won’t notice light of day.

You have stripped me down completely
placed your mark upon my skin
I blame you for nothing
I, simply just can’t win;
your scent is still on my bed
this is where I lay my head to sleep
I’d like to dream sweet, but sadly
sweet dreams is a promise you failed to keep.

I never knew it would get this hard
from light spreads darkness
and across my face a silent shout
you brought me emptiness, you brought me doubt;
I fail but I try
to erase my memory
I fail because I cry when I try;
to face this ridiculously sad fucking melody;
it’s a cloud blinding my mind
a shadow degrading my pride
I guess we’re nothing
difficult, because we’re black and white.

The pain is a minor threat
the wondering is what kills me
I picture you laughing your ass off
because of the hurt that you have caused me;
I bite my lip and cuss you out
I’ve tried sleeping, but it only helps to scream and shout
darling could you help me please?
and kiss me numb, make me at ease;
Tell me I’m naïve
but that you really did care
that we lost the battle
but that you’ll still be there.

My Understandings

I wrote one single song,
I swore to never sing it,
brought you memories through it's rythm,
but it had no emotions in it.
I blame you for my weaknesses,
when I have no place to put my guilt,
desire what's yours for ones,
help me tear down the walls I've built.

What a silly selection of teardrops,
wandering their way down pale cheeks,
while I walk past you, nothingness,
it's your footsteps I seem to keep;
referring to when I dance amongst shadows,
and I long for you to look upon me,
when I hide in the meadows.

You lean, you collapse,
restraining your trust within my flaws,
and I'm sore but I keep going,
following the most simple of laws.
Seems I've got lava underneath my feet,
melting me faster by the second,
and I yearn for you to notice,
the icy step I somehow always slip on.

What fly high must come down,
I wish to stay in the tree tops,
looking for rain,
drinking tear drops.
But I've got a mire to detect,
I've got pieces of broken hearts to find,
could I only go back in time,
could I only rewind.

A mind of despair,
yet I trust my instincts,
you promise me your love,
you leave me with a diamond ring.
It was never enough.

Mirror Girl

"Hello, girl by the bathroom door
you appear to be lost, who are you looking for?
another glance at pale perfection
a fading sign of hope in a silent reflection,"
Her words are frowned upon
phrases she’ll apply are hard to rely on
fear the hard, keep in mind the worst
a broken heart can freeze into ice, a broken heart can burst;
and spread the pieces so far apart
that it may seem impossible to mend a broken heart
another landslide of flames shall impale
and cause upon a person, the last inhale;
never to exhale a truth
last battle of heart, yet another stolen youth.

She’s a lost cause
a needless try to open more doors;
when she won’t take the final step
a taste of victory upon her frayed lips,
could she break the rules and ask for a helping hand
take it in hers and ever so proudly stand
and wonder why it feels so hard
to turn another card;
towards a better life
and strive.

Eyes are locked upon;
are quiet face to rely on
with a mind so far away
it’s difficult to simply create a good day,
so upon a mirror she’ll rely
a rather hard shoulder to cry;
on.

Kold

Alene på gaden
med ”naivt fjols” skrevet i panden
 bryder hun stilheden med et vemodigt suk
for gadelamperne slukkes snart og her er stille.
Med alkohol flydende i hendes blod
er gårsdagen blinkende øjne visket lige så fint ud
og melodierne der minder ham og hende
spilles om og om igen, hun ville ønske at hun;
kunne kaste sig mod ham
og kollapse i hans hånd
men han er længe væk
og hendes længsler virker nu mere som en hån;
mod hende.

At glemme hans ængstelige berøring
vækker stærke erindringer
som vækker illusioner
om den han skulle have været i hendes virkelighed.
Nu er her koldt
på banegården står et vrag;
 et naivt pigebarn
lænket fast til smerten, han efterlod hende med
hendes tanker er ætset fast omkring ordet ”kærlighed”
og hun hvisker til at sig
”jeg ville ønske at jeg kunne slå tiden ihjel”;
”og redde mig selv”.

Mens solen står op i horisonten
kigger hun op, mødes af morgen frosten
ånder krystal en tidlig morgen
halvt drømmende, halvt vågen.