Just a step away
But also leaps between
In just a night's thought
Or a morning's haste
We are found far away
Taken from where we used to be
Have we done this?
Or was it done to us?
We grew in it or raised it
The shapes of future
The hopes and dreams
Mixed into a sacrifice
Was it meant to be
Or were the pieces brought together
By our own faults and makeshift batches
The globe seems brighter
But it has a grey hue
Of what it used to be
Not sure wether the colours were brighter before
Not something worth remembering
But always finding it here and there
The hues of the past
The sunrise seems brighter here
Even with the clouds from the night
Are there hidden stars there?
As if we are always waiting for them to shine back to us
But it's only a moment's glimpse
From a previous night
Not meant to be today
I go back and thrown in the present again
A present I created
I'm thrown back and forward
Wanting both the same
I go to the past it's too much
And the future is too little
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
Oh loved one what is it that you fear
the storms might not pass in a blink
And I'll not tell you what you want to hear
But that won't stand in our way to think
Like thorns they appear and fire
As we get through every corner
So as you see it starts to tire
We drink from the same cup up high
The nights might feel long
Our heads and insides will turn
The feeling will persist and burn
Then disappear as we close our eyes
We close our eyes in each others arms
And as I wake up seeing your face
There is this feeling I want to embrace
consumed by dark and lucky charms
So do not fear, the burning won't stay
The pressure will strive away
I'll swallow the bitter sweet
And move like in a fleet
I will be restless and come for more
And I will take you with me to the shore
So do not be afraid
As we will always make our bay
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:19 AM UTC
Teasing each other under the sun
Waiting for me in the nearby park
We run and search in the daylight
And the daylight passes just like that
Everything's blurred like a children's sketch
In the old playgrounds the dogs play fetch
There's something that doesn't quite feel right
It doesn't feel right.. in the night
We've been going around too long
Haven't found what we've been looking for
And the day is over, I start to feel heavy
The place has started to feel dreary
The wind pushes me back to my home
In my bed to rest and my eyes to close
Just to be with you and feel your arms around
Then we turn of the light, and we don't hear a sound
A light television is buzzing in the distance
My eyes fall on me in an instant
You arms are warm but something doesn't feel right
It doesn't feel right.. it's out of my sight
My heavy head is taking me places
I wake up missing my light and my senses
There's something wrong or out there
I don't know if it's inside here
My lamp won't turn, the flames won't burn
I ask for help you try again
You go for the main light, it won't work
I only get spared one that's just dim and faint
In semi darkness we just lay
No light will come to the bay
You just sit there and I call
Who do I call, what do I call?
It's just out there
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC
In dark threads I'm stepping
Spring is in my back
No signs of clearance ahead
Just dirt and branches that are fed
They push me back and I don't see
What lies over and what's to be
Just a notion in my thoughts
And me poking through the knots
I am expected somewhere else
Where the mind is not that tense
Here I only find a wall
And I roam around like in a ball
I peak and find some cracks
The light that comes has no sparks
My words are not loud enough
And my trials have gotten ruff
No one can see my mind's wirlwind
Nor can I comprehend theirs
Through the deepth I come
The cracks and spikes become one
A little more I poke around
And slowly myself I have found
Until one more crack sounds aloud
Upwards I start to search about
The fog is spreading, becoming clear
An egg is cracking, it's sound is near
Crenges and petals arising
And blows of winds are energising
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:17 AM UTC
In dark threads I'm stepping
Spring is in my back
No signs of clearance ahead
Just dirt and branches that are fed
They push me back and I don't see
What lies over and what's to be
Just a notion in my thoughts
And me poking through the knots
I am expected somewhere else
Where the mind is not that tense
Here I only find a wall
And I roam around like in a ball
I peak and find some cracks
The light that comes has no sparks
My words are not loud enough
And my trials have gotten ruff
No one can see my mind's wirlwind
Nor can I comprehend theirs
Through the deepth I come
The cracks and spikes become one
A little more I poke around
And slowly myself I have found
Until one more crack sounds aloud
Upwards I start to search about
The fog is spreading, becoming clear
An egg is cracking, it's sound is near
Crenges and petals arising
And blows of winds are energising
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC