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Clindballe Aug 2014
Thoughtlessly people lead to
dead kittens
Irresponsibly people lead to
dead children
think and take responsibility
otherwise
we'll end up with nothing
but
dead kittens and children
Written: August 30. - 2014
Clindballe Dec 2015
Are we slipping apart or is it just time pulling us in different directions in its own barbaric way. With arms like snails we reach out and turn to snakes. Biting down on lips keeping silence from going anywhere. Wiggling around in silence in a so called safe place where no one leaves nor stays. We never hold on, we just slip on stones and fall of endless cliffs.
Written: December 12. - 2015
Clindballe Jul 2014
I've planned the perfect escape. Every path, every step, every breath. I have planned it all. Except from one single tiny detail. You. No matter how much I want you to you're not coming with me. This is why I'll never be leaving. This tiny detail is the reason for why I'll never leave. You're the reason why I'm missing this tiny detail
Written: July 31. - 2014
Clindballe Jul 2015
I wish you could forget, put your heart in a glove
there is no such thing as to heal, no one from above
no butterfly, no turtledove
do not start mistreating, you need a little shove
begin reheating, forget all cheating and just love
Written: July 31. - 2015
Clindballe Jan 2015
Jeg er den natteravn som du holder vågen om natten.

Jeg er den stille regn som kun høres hvis du tordner.

Jeg er din søvnløse datter som er bange for torden.
Skrevet: 4. Januar - 2015
Clindballe Aug 2014
We can't touch.
That's what they say.
It's impossible for us.
For everyone.

The air between makes it impossible.

We can touch.
That's what I say.
It's possible for us.
For everyone.

I felt your soft skin against mine.

We can't touch.
That's what you say.
It's possible for everyone.
Not for us.
Written: August 11. - 2014
Clindballe Jul 2014
Don't be shy
just try
or you'll never get by
Written: July 18. - 2014
Clindballe Nov 2015
I thought I was dying until I looked her in the eyes. No fight, no light. The disease has won taken her soul and let it out the window like a bird. Penguins are birds too but they can't fly and she is a penguin without a floc to follow. Society left her on the ground like an antique skin-carpet with stripes like a tiger. Her eyes are rolled in mud and dirt from staring too hard at the ground avoiding eye-contact or just any contact at all. She has not been let out of her cage to be free but left to drown in a shady sea of sharks.
Written: November 3. - 2015
Clindballe Mar 2015
at hjælpe folk der er ligner
ubåde men blot er synkende
både er som at blæse med
mel i munden uden at tænke
over vindretningen udenfor

det er som at se de mange
rester af hullede mennesker
som aldrig bliver hele men
alligevel køber pudefyld
til at fylde hullerne i sindet
Skrevet: 1. Marts - 2015
Clindballe Dec 2014
Jeg har tusinde søvnløse nætter
med dig
i mine tanker

Jeg har tusinde vildfarende tanker
med dig
i dem alle

Jeg har tusinde forsømte dage
med dig
i ingen af dem
Skrevet: 1. December - 2014
Clindballe Feb 2015
mit hjerte vil altid tilhøre dine ravne klør
du så igennem min skal og fandt perlen
under vandet hvor jeg gemmer mig forladt
i et hav af glemte sager og hav-gudinder
hørte du mine lydløse skrig efter hjælp

mit hjerte vil altid tilhøre et tomrum
ingen ser igennem min skal perlen
faldt til bunds og gemmer sig under
sandet omfavner de ubrugelige rester af
hvad der engang var dit er nu mit

*dine fjer ligger trygt i min skal
Skrevet: 19. februar - 2015
Clindballe Jun 2014
This short appearance of mine here on earth will be over before I will ever notice. If you only live once then what am I doing sitting here with nothing to do when in reality I can do anything I put my mind to.
Written: June 24. - 2014
Clindballe May 2014
Loud music is playing in the bus. People talking and laughing. Are they talking about me. Laughing at me. ****. I start to panic. My heart is racing. It's time to face it. The voices inside my head are fighting. I black out. Face down. **Snap.
Written: May 22. - 2014
Clindballe Apr 2015
Your mind has turned grey and fifteen years back from the reality everyone else is living in. Your mind has not passed the next milestone. Still stock at number 7. Never long enough arms to reach number 8. You lay in your bed of sorrow and despair. Afraid of being left behind with your own thoughts of childhood and imaginary friends. Only your friends have turned to black shadows of what you could have been and never will be.
Written: April 29. - 2015
We
Clindballe Apr 2014
We
We started talking.
We began hanging out.
We sometimes talked.
We took walks in the forest.
We talked more.

We started holding hands.
We talked a bit more.
We told each other secrets.
We talked even more.
We did long hugs in the rain.
We fell in love.

It went to fast, I couldn’t keep track.
We stopped falling.
What is going on?
We stopped holding hands.
What happened?
We stopped hugging.
We can’t even touch?

We stopped telling secrets.
Where did the trust go?
We spoke less.
Where are you going?
We rarely spoke.
We are not friends?
We never spoke.
*Did I do something wrong?
Written: April 24 - 2014
Clindballe Sep 2014
We love you* they said
I believed them as any other child would.
they had to love me.
so I left them with no other choice
than to hate me.
to leave them with eyes
drowning in an ocean of misunderstandings
trying to make sense of things.
make sense of me.
with hard times comes a hard hand.
or so it was for me.
not for them.
they did not know me.
they do not know me.
so I get a hard hand.
followed by a we love you.
Leaving my eyes
drowning in an ocean of misunderstandings.
*I love you too
Written: September 17. -2014
Clindballe May 2014
The door is shut.
No way out.
No escape.
They are trying to **** me.
Chasing me like a lion hunting its prey.
Sharpening their teeth.
Getting ready to rip out my throat.
I feel forsaken.
Abandoned by everyone.
No one is going to save me.
No one can save me.
What’s killing me are my thoughts.
They run through my mind like the tears rush down me cheeks.
Like an endless mist blocking my sight.
I can’t see a future.
*Where do I go?
Written: May 12. -2014
Clindballe May 2014
They say that
what goes around
comes back around so
when are you coming back
Written: May 29. - 2014
Clindballe Feb 2015
where do broken hearts go
to catch their breath
to rest their pulse
to heal their ache
when no one can help
and the damage is done
where do broken hearts go
Written: February 22. - 2015
Clindballe Jun 2015
it is getting worse and oh so bad
nights get longer and insomnia
she keeps me awake like the cold
biting finger bones and blue lips

the dark circles swallow my eyes
into a back hole greeting my heart
with the music of all forsaken souls

if eyes could bleed I would be dead
look closely 'cause they speak of truth

bones shall remain as I kiss you goodbye
Written: June 17. - 2015
Clindballe Aug 2014
The words are all in your head
The words you always read
The words you never said
But you are dead
So the words fled
Written: August 25. - 2014
Clindballe Jun 2015
Poetry is for the bruised and scared we spill our guts onto paper and pen our minds explode emotions for us to write in words

Writing is a coping mechanism and even though we might not save ourselves we keep on opening our hearts with words

Never stop giving pieces of yourself to the world nor stop taking pieces to replace the empty spaces with new found words
Written: June 17. - 2015
Clindballe Oct 2017
I have had countless nightmares that you would leave me. That you would find someone else and I would have broken your lungs forever. Your words took over. My promises and premises became overwhelmed by you and your needs. It was not a relationship, but I was a God-given person, and you were God. You are as manipulative as the Bible, as beautiful as the devil, and only those who no longer believe will understand that your empty words are just words. I gave your words, your promises, your commandments life! If it were not for me, faith in love would not exist and you would not be part of my life. Even though you're out of my life, you're still part of it. You can not be atheist without giving a love faith broken heart young thought to me who burned the Bible, me who left the church. My nightmares have disappeared and so have you

Most importantly, my lungs are intact, and I can thank myself for that - I can breathe, I am free!
Written: October 26. - 2017

Orignal:
Du er ikke Gud!

Jeg har haft utallige mareridt om at du ville forlade mig, om at du fandt en anden og jeg ville have knuste lunger for evigt. Dine ord overtog mine. Mine præmisser og løfter blev overtrumfet af dig og dine behov. Det var ikke et parforhold, men jeg var en gudsbenådet person, og du var Gud. Du er lige så manipulerende som biblen og smuk som djævlen, og kun dem som ikke længere tror, forstår, at dine tomme ord, blot er ord. Jeg gav dine ord, dine løfter, dine befalinger liv! Hvis ikke det var for mig, ville troen på kærlighed ikke eksistere og du ville ikke være en del af mit liv. Og selvom du er ude af mit liv, er du stadig en del af det. Man kan ikke være ateist uden at have skænket religion en tanke og mine tanker var infiltrerede af dine ord. I sidste ende var det mig der brændte biblen, mig der forlod kirken. Mine mareridt er forsvundet og dig med.
Vigtigst af alt, mine lungerne er intakte, takket være mig selv - jeg kan trække vejret, jeg er fri.
Clindballe Jun 2014
It's easy to loose yourself but hard to find yourself and even harder to find yourself right after loosing yourself.
Written: July 1. - 2014

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