The smell of smoke
and broken trust
is all I'll ever see
and all you'll ever be

Boys are like chocolates.
You never know what you get.
Some are ****** and others are heavenly.

If ignorance is bliss
then why am I miserable
not knowing if I should
hold on
or
*let go

In a graveyard of memories I find myself digging.
Searching for something.
For us.
Seeing your skeleton holding mine hurts.
A teardrop lands on our skeletons and they collapse.
That is why I burried us.
I got tired of cleaning up the mess.
*let us stay 6 feet under the ground

I feel like a pickle in jar.
Drowning in salty tears.
Waiting on a shelf for
someone to want me.
To drag me out of this
lonely jar and take a bite
of my tear soaked body.
I am waiting for someone
to tell the difference between
a cucumber and a pickle.

Laying on a cold road
in the middle of the night
holding a strangers hand.

Looking up in the blue sky
even though no stars appear
we keep on looking up.

Laughing over nothing
and nothing else than
us doing nothing at 1am

Living like there is a tommorrow
to lay, look, laugh and live
a day more to share with him.

You fight or surrender.
You win or lose.
You do or don't.
You can't do both so we have to choose.
Will you give all that it takes to win
and fight the battles that comes sneaking up from behind
or will you do nothing
and get beat up till you can't do anything.

*Or can you actually do both?

Growing up I thought that he treated me like I deserved and how he was supposed to. That it was normal.
As I got older I learned that none of my friends were treated that way. There was a reason for why it was kept a secret.
That isn't how you raise someone but it was how he was raised so matter of course that I should be as well.
Fathers are supposed to protect their children, but what if they can't and they are the main source of the pain.
I have to look him in the eyes everyday like nothing ever happened. Like everything is okay but it's not and it never will be.
As if it wasn't enough that he raised me to act like everything is okay all the time he can't even tell the truth.
He's a liar.
A filthy liar who isn't man enough to confess to what he has done.
Nothing can ever remedy what he did.

Until now I thought that I was over you.
But I realized that I was not.
I have not been able to wear my red hoodie.

The one that I used to wear when we were walking together.
The one were you would put your hand up my sleeve and hold my hand. The one with our memorize.

So I wore it for three days in a row to convince myself that I am over you. **Mission accomplished.

with veins like creeks
and a heart that lays on a deserted island
where a voice calls like a mother calls her child
only this mother despises her child like poison
I swim in a lake of thoughts
disappear in the fog
I am drowning
dying

When you're surrounded by hundreds of people but no one notices you. No one chooses to hear you. Everyone except from him. Him with the goofy big smile from one ear to another. He sees what no one else sees. You. He sees when you look alone surrounded by people. He sees you when you have that distant look in your eyes, like you aren't present. But when you're with him everything changes. You're there, you're not alone.
*You're in love.

I told her about
me reading
poetry.
She laughed.
Thought I was
joking.
Looked at
me as if she
did not know
me.
Like I had
always been
unsentitive.
Immune to
sorrow.
I was a
sister who
had become
a stranger
in a moment
of seconds.
The fake smile
had worked.
That is why
I will never
tell her about
my heartaches
and depressing
poems.

Monotone stemmer og opgave ark
i tusinde eksemplarer hjemsøger
mine drømme om ingenting.
Det hele smelter sammen
som metaller i ild
og det er der jeg ser dig.
Du hiver metalmassen ud af ilden
og kaster den ned på gulvet
hvor det ligger
som en stor rødglødende pøl
midt i det hele.
Du tænker ikke over
at jeg svøber metaller
i en skabelon
af mit hjerte.

The hurricane destroyed what ever that came in the way for its long journey. It left this town in ruins. The houses, trees and people were all gone. Everything was silent. But it didn't destroy it because everything is still here. Our memories are still here, the memory of you is still here.

We're like machines.
We have routines and sometimes
we over work and breakdown.
When we break someone has to fix us
because we can't fix ourselves.

*But what if no one can fix you?

Home, sweet home.
You are the memories of my childhood.
Oh, how I love you.
The dreams I had.
The ones lived out and the ones still to be.
Laughing and celebrating with friends and family.
Swinging on the swing that once was in the backyard.
Climbing in the highest tree.
Feeling on the top of the world.
Oh, how I hate you.
The nightmares that hunted me at night.
Crying in the corners of my room.
Failures and broken dreams.
Yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs.
Hiding in bushes and thicket.
Feeling like my world was falling apart.
There is no place like home.

I wanted to cry you a river.
                                                          ­                                But then I remembered
                                                      ­                                  you're a good swimmer.

If my hands were ice
your fingerprints
would have been
carved into them
like an ice sculpture.

Your fingerprints
are like paintings
in my gallery of
missing people.
Only missing you.

If my hands were ice
you would be the artist
and I would have melted

Running
away from
my problems
is like
stopping a fire
with gasoline
it
only
gets
**worse

Holding back my tears from falling down
like a sunken ship in an ocean of tragedies.
Going somewhere that no one knows
like a falling star in the night-sky.
Never to see
always to be my falling
star.

The moon shines bright lighting up the world. It's glorious light brings eyes to look up and admire. The dark sky and the shinning moon brings harmony to the night as chaos reigns.

I wish you could forget, put your heart in a glove
there is no such thing as to heal, no one from above
no butterfly, no turtledove
do not start mistreating, you need a little shove
begin reheating, forget all cheating and just love

There was not a single moment where you weren't on my mind.
Though we ignore each others existence, yet you're still on my mind.

It was showing on his blushing skin and shaking hands.
His insecurity was running through his veins.
His eyes started wandering when I caught him looking.

It was showing on my blushing skin and shaking hands.
My insecurity was running through my veins.
My eyes started wandering when he caught me looking.

It was showing on our blushing skin and shaking hands.
Our insecurities was running through our veins.
Our eyes started wandering we caught each other looking.

You're like god
I believed in you
And when I needed you
You weren't there
So I stopped believing
Not only in god
But in you

where do broken hearts go
to catch their breath
to rest their pulse
to heal their ache
when no one can help
and the damage is done
where do broken hearts go