Do I smell
like I'm torn to molecules?

You're as fragile as
the color of quartz or
a porcelain doll or
a rare wildflower or
an ill newborn

I'm out of order
my voice is patheticly vomiting over itself
my own body feels like cutting of the corners
my eyes only focus on what isn't there
my brain is though, the most critical one
since it works okay

An oily lane of rainbows
A field of hunger and rage
I wonder what awaits

it starts in my stomach
builds it's way up
i exhale heavily
i have had enough!

i'm kicking and boxing
trying to escape
all i feel is restlessness
i only recall shape

a clock on the wall
a bed shielding danger
dusted blue
and the smell of a stranger

is this the box
where you want me to be?
is this the world
you want me to see?

nervous for my behaviour
the man asks if i'm reading fairytales
i ask if he reads brains
he concedes and slowly inhales

Jeg vil gerne bedøves
Så jeg ikke skal overdøve
smerte med smerte

Ligesom når jeg bider mig i kinden fordi det gør ondt i foden
Man kan vel sige at det udjævner smerten og gør den mere tålelig

Jeg har altid gerne ville forhekses
Så jeg ikke længere har magt over min egen krop og mine egne tanker
Så en anden må påtage sig mig

Nu tager jeg toppen og bunden
Tager det bedste og værste
Sluger det
og vælger en monoton mellemvej

That favorite boy of hers, mumbles her name out in the unsecure no-one sorrounding him. They would touch art and share galaxies and laugh until the dawn. She invested her time in him, and vice versa did he invest his time in her. It turned out though, that the odds were dry and not she, nor him, planned to water them. So she got herself a pretty little fiancé; a man capable of nothing but air kisses. He wasn't meant to be, but they were. While the fiancé was far away, she would cut her peonies and make her skin look like shallow marble and braid her hair. All day, every day. But only until dawn, where that favorite boy of hers, would rip of her silk shirt and draw lines between her freckles with his bare hands. Her shaking and pale body would greet everyone she thought was nice - none of them were. All they wanted was to demand her generation to touch their chosen ones and no one else in their entire city. It was tragic, grasped the lady at the hairsaloon, while she was extending peoples illusion of youth.

den måde sammensætningen af vokaler og konsonanter
flød
gled
smuttede
hen over dine læber
rev fat i mig så langt inde
at det næsten ikke kunne mærkes

du åbnede op til dine inderste blodårer
lige foran min trommehinde

verbalt
brutalt
genialt

du er en demo på mine tideligere dårlige idéer
du strejfer de hengemte tankepakker jeg ellers havde pakket så fint ind i blødt papir
og gemt langt, langt ned under min seng

The tide drags me back and then exhale me out
I'm falling/bending over
I can be your rotten, little lipstick flower in the wind

They tell me what happiness is and I unconsciously agree
All I can think about is the mink robe and the bathtubs sound when i exhale enthusiastic bubbles

That pretty face of yours; can I rent it for a dollar?

My medication
Is the colour
Of the sky in spring

Include my memories
In your repertoire
So that someone will recall
my past self

I beg you pardon
On my knees
Or my feet if you prefer

Pure chemicals is this
And I am it, too
It's what holds my head
Yet it's breaking my neck

I'm not just searching for a rose coloured reflection staring back at me
But at least remember who I was to you and what you imagined me to be

Flowers rottening, is the reason to grow them
The acknowledgement of a volatile time
Templates an, at least real, ache

Embracing the pain possible to touch with fingertips
When imitating deleted feelings

The satire of smashing a plate to feel complete

My hand smells like sensual cinnamon smoke and all my words are affected by your existence.

I want to extend every thought I have and I want to start every sentence with additions.

I can only put you in perspective to the trademark of yours; the toxic wonder feeding several, miserable addictions.

Words slowly drags me into stories of another persons mind and you only stay because of your petted persistence.

While creating colorful moments for the distant sorroundings
I try to fade you away

They say september is a new start
They do and then diet

My pupils expand
My wrist hurts

We shape moments and ourselves
Together yet lonely

You play xylophone on my body

1234
5678

You shatter glass boxes with conserved feelings
I burst

and I escape
away away
into everything
right here

this thin and silky edge between air and water
crashed crushed

the once so filled lungs got emptied
bubbles danced out of my mouth
as I drowned deep down
I thought I could
walk on the waves

Oh, how you moan!
Then pour another glass,
light another one
and check your phone.

Look at those wet eyes!
Red with a bash of regret,
consuming air
and at last you realize;

tears are elusive
but scars are not