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Clindballe Jun 2015
he was eighteen
his cheeks blushed with embarrassment
which quickly stroke his eyes with fire
it erupted like a volcano to his hand
where it curled up as fist of anger
soon to hit me like thunder
- *and I eleven
Written: June 11. - 2015
Clindballe Jun 2015
At night when everything is dim and quiet an anxiety creeps in my skin
I do not know why but I always try to recall her voice when there is
silence
Maybe she will never leave me alone again yet I still try to remember her
We screamed together till my parents bled the words in the color of pure
madness
They could not hear her so they only had me to blame for the explosions
They locked me up at night while she tore me down till the last brick was
gone
Sleeping does not happen at night when she is muted and I am alone
It only happens when I feel protected with the sound of a voice from
another
Written: June 11. - 2015
Clindballe Jun 2015
Jeg lader vægten af mit hoveds overarbejde holde dig til jorden (bare lidt endnu).
Aldrig før har jeg følt noget så tomt som hullet i mit hjertet.
Aldrig før har jeg været så bange for sten.
Jeg lover dig at den dag mit hovede lader dig svæve elegant til vejrs vil jeg give slip på min frygt men indtil da ved jeg ikke hvad jeg skal gøre.
Du må forstå at jeg ikke forstår hvor du er og jeg vil lede under hver en sten i verden hvis det kan bringe dig tilbage.
Måske jeg skulle starte med den hvor dit navn er indgraveret i.
Der hvor jeg skulle slippe din hånd og give den videre til et håb om liv efter døden.
Men jeg holder stadig fast som anker der sidder fast under sten.
Skrevet: 7. Juni - 2015

Translation:
Stone
I let the weight of my heads overwork hold you to the ground (just for awhile). Never have I felt something as empty as the hole in my heart.
Never have I been so afraid of stone.
I promise you that the day my head will let you soar neatly upwards, I will let go of my fear but until then I do not know what to do.
You must understand that I cannot understand where you are and I will look for you under every stone in the world if that can bring you back.
Maybe I should start with the one that has your name engraved.
Clindballe Jun 2015
My heart starts to ache when I see you
the only evidence of your existence is the pictures we kept in frames and hearts
An impact greater than you'll ever know
Because dead people know nothing at all
I want to remember the sound of your voice and beautiful veins
But all I can think of is your silence therefore I speak to my heart and create answers on my own.
Written: June 7. - 2015
Clindballe May 2015
I hugged my pillow so tight that I could have broken a ribcage
And when I woke up with a tear soaked pillow I knew
I knew who I had imagined
who I had lost once again as I opened my eyes and saw nothing.
Written: May 17. - 2015
Clindballe May 2015
I daydream of alcohol and pills
Constantly thinking of ways to get away from here
I do not own those surviver skills
Everyone is whispering in my ear
I can no longer hear your voice on the phone
Someone please take me home
Written: May 29. - 2015
Clindballe May 2015
I have been writing for so
long that i have gotten lost in the pages of the past
A past I am digging in
to find the answers that no one will answer
The dirt under my nails
turns to thorns itching my skin sore
blood starts puring out from my veins
the past is not for beginners
it takes practice to ignore  the pain and guilt that comes with it
I wish i never dug my nails into the ground
searching for myself
I am more lost than ever
Lost in the transition between
who i was and who i want to be
I am digging my own grave right next to a clear tombstone.
written: May 26. - 2015
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