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Terra Sep 2015
Lights moves slowly at night. Brutal flashes of distance belongs to the daylight and the busy commoner.
In darkness all becomes soft and silent.
Wrapped in invicibility.
As the bus takes me trough space like catapillars on leaves, I catch myself wondering.
Whispering about who you are.
We look at ourselves trough magnifying glasses as if the essence of the world were to do the same.
A tool for us only, and the curiousity lingers...
we want to touch the imperfections we're not familiar with.
Blind we reach out for details that never hits the surface, and what insanity to think of diving into the cold!
Yet we never felt the temperature.
Expectations will overpower lust for most.
I travel alone in the dark, holding my own hand.
Impulses flow trough my body like the silent shock of bombs in the distance.
My mind is at cold war.
I want to touch and feel the bumpy road leaning towards my fear, and to taste the sweat of my dreams.
A toung caresses my mind so smoothly, as I yearn to figure out how words could ever touch me in such ways.
Am I warm, stranger?
You don't need eyes.
In melancholy and excitement I bade in hills of emotion, and for once, my mortal enemy, my weakness, I welcome you.
I smell your intentions carefully as I learn to know your presence.
Your hair is grey with the wisdom of shared pain, and your skin is soft like a newborn ready to live another life.
I don't need eyes either.
Only heart.
To fight nature is my nature, for on this earth I am a moon, and how was I ever to learn the ways of the one admiring my mystique?
As I would admire them.
No grass to softly hold me tonight, only cold windows.
But strangely I have also found comfort in the passing by.
Terra Sep 2015
In deep night I howl at the moon. Lonely I reach for understanding,
but it's always too fast, and too loud and too soon.
It might be too much, what I'm demanding.

Drowned cities beyond grass and trees are of no importance when strings are cut.
Stranger upon stranger becomes lover upon lover,
all with square eyes and hungry heart.

We feed like beasts on what feeling we can find when living in the truth of others.
And we wash of blood like common dirt yet we fear all dirt from our mother.

Faceless enemies all around,
with painted smiles and powers.
Oh how we corrupt ourselves chasing the taste of true flesh,
Chasing  bones between towers.

Not ever to feed on newborn thoughts,
our own world frightens us.
But howl at the moon, if just for one night, and feel, natures child,  what is right!

Filth and dirt and moon and trees, *** and love and ******!
You look for it all in screens of lies and you eat up each word without care.

Like all common men, you eat **** like it's steak,
for our nameless enemy created false dreams.

And the nameless is us, yet powerless still,
alone I stand strong, together you stand still.

To ask for more is common man's sin,
but to seek in new spaces is treason to your kin.

Alienated souls are dumped and lost,
questions fade by each year.
And what life do you live, puppets at will,
seeking bigger lies to cover your fears.
Terra May 2017
Listen to the morning sky

The wind that flirts with the trees

The birds that flirt them between

The city slowly waking

Spring flirtng with me
Terra Nov 2017
******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment
I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies

When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall
No-one told us how to fall

I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain

though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now

We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days
Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old,

newborn

Names escape me, even I escaped me
as a lovely side effect to the escape itself
Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy

I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old
Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze

Dazed

Stressed. Depressed. Compressed.

For so long I held my head under water
When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin

And from deep within I felt a desire to possess

Heart still set aside,
I am become purple

Say my name
Terra Nov 2017
You call me the one while holding a mirror
The cracks you see will always be mine

Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave,
never gave it much thought
All will be bygones soon enough

Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens
With wine it turns to liquid

Quicksilver love
Creatures in winter fog
And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back

To the right music my heart will break into
a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain

Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark
Oh, put me back together, you,
with golden poetry and call me art
Give me your story of choice

And did you know?

When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry
Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain

The beauty of it all, the beauty of you,
of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams

Still

My inner life is but a daydream
Oh, words, please fail me
My smile, please betray me
I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions

The wall is too high
The wall is too thick

And honesty would break our hearts
Terra Dec 2016
Silent night
Unholy night
Cold, alone and filled with fright
Hands are shaking, sigaret in hand
Recalling better times if they can
Noone knows who they are
Noone knows who they are

Heaven above
Streetlamps for stove
Flickering lights in search of love
Eyes that have seen things you won't understand
Hearts so heavy they needed a hand
Knew they'd never get far
Knew they'd never get far

Ghosts all around
In this ghost town
A different silence filled with sound
Some days they see a smile sent their way
In endless night that is their dawn of day
Their eyes shine bright like the stars
Their eyes shine bright like the stars
Terra May 2017
Tonight I am color blind, and nothing tastes right. The room is like I left it last, it's dark, but still too bright.
Lots of strange items in a pile on the floor. Some dust and a beer bottle next to the door.

Out my little window, darkness there, still. The wind is slowly humming, I am cold and feeling ill.
Another tired sigaret, my eyes are turning red. Too late by far, yet I am far from my bed.

The room seems bigger now, a mile from side to side. I am dreaming already, but have yet to close my eyes.
Pretty little objects by the window in a row. Oh, no I'm not depressed, my friend. On the contrary, I'm in love.
Well, didn't really think I was going to miss this weird this much, so I went there. I even paint strange abstract paintings while watching semi romantic sit coms. So sue me, I've become the cliche I used to giggle at.
Terra Jun 2017
Hello fate
I keep avoiding you
I keep looking for a purpose less difficult, looking for a place on the ground
I stay frightened of the stars
One day I'll fly away
I'm sure
One day I'll slip and slide and levitate
and forever lose your hand
Forever
Cold, alone and an absolute wildflower growing trembeling in the sky
With my cloudy brain
When will we learn to comunicate? Several years ago
and in a future
where everything is silver
Terra Sep 2015
In the flowing lights of a musical romance, there lives a queen.

And she dances so violent.
She sings so silent.

She is everything, anything, heart filled with happiness, soul filled with sadness.
Mind filled with madness.

She is flawed perfection, the crack in logic we crave.
The innocent child we all wish to save.

She is waves, she is fire, she's not me.
But I'm here, I'm alive and I'm her.

Her creator, her pain and her love.
I am everything, anything, nothing at all.

Running wild, standing tall. What is real, what is truth, what is lie, who am I?

Is it me or the world who is wrong, who does wrong, who acts wrong, am I wrong?

In the blank spaces, there dances a queen, and in the ink that are lines, here rests I.

For this book is me.
And captured between infinate pages I fly free.
Terra Sep 2015
This world has become black and white with illustrations in clear color

Side by side we dear only protest in silent agony,
for statistics to see and noone else to notice

I cleared my senses so long ago,
discovered shades of gray

Soon blurred lines became crossed lines in a flash of lonesome honesty

In a simple world with simple values I have chosen to be loud
Terra Dec 2016
A young girl sat in an apple tree

The years faded and so did she
Terra May 2017
I travel trough the heavy rain
I sit lonesome on a lonely train
I play blues
These days are grey,  these nights  are blue
my mind keeps coming back to you
I play the blues

I travel with desire
Past houses lit on fire
I play jazz
Windows lit by sundown
My train-seat old and rundown
I play jazz

Rainbow roads in colored blurr
Pretty little towns I'm sure
I play swing
Past mirror waves and open sky
My stomach tingles, wonder why I
Play swing

***** feet on ***** train
Skin so white I see my veins
I play punk
Impatient taps and flickering lights
Soon the day will turn to night
I play punk

Head in the clouds, mind at ease
Longing for the morning breeze
I play Pink Floyd
Memories hanging from branches
Passengers sharing brief glances
I play Pink Floyd

I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still...
I travel not by force... yet not by will
Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film
beyond the windowsill
I wrote this as a little homage to my lonesome travels. I fittingly wrote it on a train during sundown, but it's about my memories as a homeless teenager with no idea what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, just that I wanted to go somewhere and do something. It's also about that longing for someone I hadn't yet met, that empty space reserved for someone you know you'll eventuelly meet. Luckily, this time I was on my way home to that someone.
I imagine this poem as lyrics to a jazzy tune. Maybe I'll get to try it out one day. I'm no great singer, but I'm reserving space for a trumpet solo in there somewhere.
Terra Dec 2016
I wear shadows like a cloak, weighing heavy on my shoulders
Mysterious sounds bid me up to dance
The fireplace is lit to keep my corpse warm
Silent whispers, lights that flicker, this is the darkest hour

I see myself from deep within
Trough chest and not trough eyes
Smiles have faded, my heartbeat rests
This is the time when day becomes night

I swim in the sensation I borrowed from yesterday
I sleep midair, creatures crawling, fighting for my attention
They put on a show, like gleaming embers
Until they become the morning sun

And I keep spiraling

— The End —