when we see ourselves
as being here
to comfort others.

min dansklærer sagde,
vi forelsker os i sider af sjæle
vi ikke besidder
jeg forelskede mig i negle,
der skar mod pastelhud
nøgne rygge, der smagte af
honning og fersken
jeg forelskede mig i øjne,
der gik i et med universer
jeg forelskede mig i drømme
jeg glemte at drømme
og ord, der kun blev skrevet
ned
på kolde oktoberdage
med en mild brise
af honning og fersken
flimrer mine øjne
og alt jeg ser
er hende

You're all I taste..

Besides the nicotine
and the alcohol
I've been doing since
you were gone.

I constantly tiptoe at the brink of insanity,
Continuously treading so close to its realm.
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the trouble
Or if maybe, just maybe
It would be wiser
Smarter
Bolder
To welcome the insanity
And tumble in
Head first.

it's been a circus blur
a whirlwind of uncertainty
smothers me with unfamiliarity
vintage friends have become foreign territory
been burning incense for some clarity
just hoping to find a little prosperity

I am dyslexic,
And I can spell:
D-e-p-r-e-s-s-i-o-n.
Font wards and backwards.
I can invent new ways,
How it looks,
sounds.
I am dyslexic
And I stumble over the word:
L-I-F-E.
This lyfe's
Syllables I have yet to conquer
Or the ability to make it possible.

Life

                               Lyef

           Liph

                                
                                           Lief