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7.8k · Jan 2015
A hospital isn't a home
A hospital isn't a home
There's no room for emotions - and no space to cry
A hospital isn't a home
There's no hugs and kisses - and no one knows why

A hospital isn't a home
And does anyone really care
A hospital isn't a home
But I can't be anywhere but here
909 · Oct 2014
fangeskab
hvis ingen vil være med
så lad os lege alene
tagfat under dynerne når mørket falder på
hvis folk spørger sover vi
men de ved bedre og vi er ligeglade
for vi er i øjeblikket
mine kraveben skaber hjerter i dine skuldre
og dine åndedræt fanger mig i en hule af sikkerhed
med dine øjne låser du mig inde
og med dit hjerte
holder du fast
på drømmen
vi havde
engang
746 · Oct 2014
mor
mor
Din krop er blevet så lille,
der er ikke meget af dig tilbage
selvom du er i bedring ved jeg ikke hvordan det hele vil gå
for de lange dage med længere nætter gør mig tankeløs
jeg svæver og flyver
jeg leder
efter et svar på et spørgsmål der aldrig blev stillet
og det ridser i mine knogler når jeg tænker på min hverdag
som den er nu
uden dig
alene
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714 · Oct 2014
du og jeg
Natten fyldes med de tommeste ord,
ingenting betyder noget når dine fingre
ikke længere rører min hvide hud,
og din mørke ånde
ikke længere kærtegner min nakke
og får mine læber til at gispe
efter mere

intet er vigtigere i natten end kærlighed
og lige nu føler jeg mig tom
som vinen på bordet
og udbrændt
som skoderne i askebæreret
og smadret
som mine drømme om du og jeg.
688 · Oct 2014
high for this
her bourbon red lips fits with the winestains on my shirt
her blond hair is white like my skin
and eyes as blue as the bruises you left.

her dress fits like your knuckles fit into the hole in my heart
and her shoes are as high as me
At the night you threw it all away
like a used needle
on the sidewalk
filled with blood
and alone
cold
and used by a man with dreams of a better life.
653 · Jan 2015
Old
Old
Getting older is not an illusion nor is it a common fact. Adulthood doesn't come with a specific age, and childhood doesn't either.
I feel old.
I'm not.
But I feel like the blood in my veins have run for decades - and my skin have protected my flesh for about a lifetime.
My eyes have seen what there is to see, and my mouth tasted what there is to taste.
My veins have carried my blood whit everything possible

**alderdom er ikke en alder
649 · Oct 2014
Hvide lagner
I de hvide lagner opstår de hvide løgne. Forskruede sandheder der uden tøven er klar til at passere dine læber unden at overveje konsekvenserne. På deres vej mellem dine læber og mit øre, overvejer de ikke een gang hvem de kunne såre, eller hvad de kunne ødelægge.
De danser blot gennem luften, ubekymrede og smålige. De tre små ord, med den største betydning. Men jeg anser det ikke. Jeg er for betaget af din ydre skønhed til at indse at du, i mine hvide lagner fortæller hvide løgne.
643 · Jan 2015
A song
A love song**

          C              
Your blue eyes
                  F                G
And your raspberry lips
         C
Your beautiful thighs
                F         G                   C
And the sweet taste of your kiss

         C
Your hair
         F             G
Feels just like fur
                  C
And your existence
                   F                G        C
Makes the rest of the world a blur


  Am                   F         C
I never want to let you go
  G                   F              C
I just want to hold you ti-i-ight.
            Am
In my arms
              F     G       C
For the rest of the night


                C
You're so handsome
        F              G
And talented too
                  C
And your smile
                 F              G                   C
Makes it clear that it is me and you

          C
Your hands
           F           G       C
Takes care of me so well
           C
And I can't help
        F          G                           C
That I'm enchanted by your spell


  Am                   F         C
I never want to let you go
  G                   F              C
I just want to hold you ti-i-ight.
            Am
In my arms
              F     G       C
For the rest of the night
By my  boyfriend and myself

| c |f g | c | f g |
| c |g f |

| c| f g | c | f g |
| c | g f |

| Am f | c | g f | c |
| Am | f g | c |

| c |f g | c | f g |
| c |g f |
| c | f g | c | g f |
|c | f g | c | g f |

| Am f | c | g f | c |
| Am | f g | c |
599 · Oct 2014
Tak
Tak
Jeg glemmer aldrig den dag jeg første gang fortalte om smagen af mine tåre, om stenen i mit hjerte og om smerten i mit bryst.
Da jeg fortalte de tanker jeg altid har været bange for at tænke og hvordan jeg følte mig tusinde kilo lettere efter.  Hvordan to hænder, to læber og to kroppe mødtes til en leg, hvordan du fuldendte mig og hvordan du ubevidst gjorde livet værd at leve.
Din berøring og din accept var så tilfredstillende og kompletgørende  at de selv de hårdeste stunder pludselig virkede overkommelige.

Du overtog mig med en sådan omhug, du gjorde at mit hjem føltes som et hjem og at mit liv føltes som et liv.
Selv din mindste berøring jog selv den værste smerte bort, og selvom jeg ikke altid siger det, så sætter jeg pris på din eksistens.
Jeg sætter pris på din medmenneskelighed, din vejrtrækning og din måde at se verden på.

Du har åbnet mine øjne for verdens vidunderlighed, og jeg har indset hvor utroligt heldig jeg er. Tak.
582 · Oct 2014
Rødvinsskøn
Skønnere har *** aldrig været end nu hvor jeg ser hende gennem et rødvinsglas.
Hendes læber der leger tagfat med de smukke dråber og hendes øjne der betaget kigger ud i intetheden.
Hendes lange, slanke fingre der holder om glasset med en sådan ligegyldighed.
Det er nu i de lange dage og korte nætter jeg for første gang ser hende klart.
Det er nu hvor håret bliver lysere og kjolerne bliver kortere at jeg ser hendes ynde og elegance. Det er nu, hvor intetheden tager over mig og den tomme flaske står på bordet at jeg indser, at *** er alt hvad jeg mangler, og alt hvad jeg aldrig får.
560 · Nov 2016
autumn
when the leaves are crunching beneath your feet, and the rain is pouring on your shoulders
you'll know its autumn
and when the skies are dark, but your head is high
you'll know its that time of year
where your cheeks get cold and your nose gets red
and you'll know this is where you belong
474 · Oct 2014
Need me
I need you to need me. I want you to want me. Because I need to be wanted, and I really want to be needed.
There is nothing that hurts more than feeling that I want and need you more than you want and need me.

My body is craving you touches and I never feel like your body is craving mine.
My mouth is starving for your mouth, and my hand for yours.
My body need your body, like a candle need to be lid and like a firework need to go to the sky. I too need to be sat on fire. I too need to fly.
469 · Dec 2014
Questions
?

Is it worth it to smile if your teeth are crooked and is it worth it to walk if you shoes are tight?
Would you dance if there was no music and would you kiss with chapped lips?
Shall you move on if the road is ending and shall you trust if it's a lie?
Will you understand if it doesn't make sense and will you believe in my secrets?
Do you dare to take a risk and do you want to sing if your voice cracks?
Have you smiled in your dark times and have you imagined a better place?
Can you cry if your eyes are dried out and can you love with a broken heart?

?
463 · Aug 2015
perfect night
the sky is broken, and as it cries for someone to heal and to care for it. the screams and the teardrops takes over the cold and frigid July night. but we don't care.
we're like a puslepiece, we fit together perfectly. and as we lay in the dark, our mindset become one.
the sadness of the world does not affect us, because in here, we can soak in our selvfishness. all the pain and the agony can wait. in here, theres only love.

and its the perfect night
441 · Nov 2016
so long
i've waited
so long
for a love as strong as what we have,
so it aches
that i have to say
so long
and goodbye
to you
404 · Oct 2014
him
him
Every night I go to bed without your touch, my body withers a bit. And the more my body withers, the closer it gets to dying.
In a way my body is like a flower, but instead of depending on water and sunlight, it depends on your kisses and your touch.  
My heart aces whenever I think about a life without your existence, and my stomach hurts whenever I picture my life without your rumpled blond hair and your steel blue eyes.
I do not fully understand why my whole life suddenly depends on whether you love me or not, but as said, like a flower, I need love.
-  love is strongly under rated
388 · Oct 2014
fangeskab - english
if no one will join us
let's play alone
beneath the covers when darkness falls
if people ask, we'll be asleep
but they know better and we do not care
we are together
my collarbones creates hearts of your shoulders
and your breath catches me in a cave for safety
with your eyes you lock me inside
and with your heart
hold firmly on
to the dream
we had
304 · Oct 2014
Not for Me
I do not fit in here. This universe is not for me.
This is not my reality.
Why do I have to live this life, with a broken heart and teared eyes, drowned in lies.
It's like nobody fully understand, that I'm living my life , but it's out of my hands. Like nobody sees, how much it kills to have this disease.

— The End —