I wish
that when I woke up,
you would finally be there.
I tried to stare into your eyes
and realised
that you were still missing
and I started drifting.

There you were
your long, blonde hair
smiling at me.
Suddenly,
caught by the headlights,
you were tossed
and when landing
your teary eyes slipped out of this world
full of smiles
romantic nights
children's laughter
blue skies
golden sunsets
and you left us all
into the darkness
and you were so afraid of the night.
I had to get out.

And when I turned to look at where you should have been
your picture looked back at me
smiling.

hendes øjenlåg var farvelagte
hendes læber tøvede sjældent
ordene var limet fast tæt til hendes
månehvide hud, og *** smilte kun,
når ingen andre så det
for lykken var et sted, der gemte sig,
og kun viste sig, når ingen andre så på
hendes mor havde fortalt hende, at unge
kvinder som hende ofte endte ud som
sindssyge,  men *** tog det let, og trak
på skuldrene som man nu gør, når
ens ord bliver intetsigende

*** fortalte mig en hverdagsaften foran
københavns rådhus, at *** havde læst
for meget Charles Bukowski til at forelske
sig, og det var sådan en aften, jeg havde
lyst til at kysse de altsigende læber
det var sådan en aften, hvor københavn
hang fast i baggrunden
det var sådan en aften, hvor jeg opdagede,
hvor meget jeg kunne holde af et andet
menneske

My grandma gave away all the old bed sheets, even the towels she spent hours sewing his name on. She even removed his glasses from the table like he had never sat in the leather-chair next to it. I didn't even realized that he had gotten a different chair before he left it to never sit back down. It sometimes feels like he was not even here but I have buried myself underneath the fabrics so that maybe he will come alive in my dreams and when I wake up from a nightmare he might somehow be beside me. Grandpa I wish that you could pick up your glasses and see the stitches you left open.

Snigende kommer efteråret.
Året efter, selvom det knapt er en måned
Mørket får tiden til at gå langsomt
Som lange lyse nætter, men omvendt
Venter på lys i min tankerække
Rækker ud efter dig, men du er væk
Vækker mig selv om natten, kun mig.
Jeg er alene. Uden nogen rustning, alene.
Snigende kommer efteråret.

i drank all
this
whiskey
to
forget about you;

there isn't a
sip
that does not
burn or
give me goosebumps

just like you

& now i'm so,
completely
*******

We danced with knifes tied to our chests
And had *** with fire  
We screamed under water
And the snow surrounded our noses and made us kiss with the skies
We danced with the devil and made him laugh
We danced with love
and we lost

My mind is playing tricks
flipping into reverse,
all is static,
I'm frantically sadistic.

I'm on the grind,
****'s grinding my gears,
you say my name like it's sounds I made up
even in our sheets we're ****** up.

The rat race isn't a race,
but a triathlon
we aren't athletes,
we're just dragging our feet along,
no ping to life's pong,
this is a poem
'cause I can't write songs.