Yes, I am a thinker
But it isn't always a blessing, because
my thoughts are like the sea: Keep pulling me down
I can't help but question every little thing
Sometimes I'm in need of air
Wanting to reach the surface
but I am not a good swimmer

The road lantern is a burdened spirit
I have seen it taking its walks
through the park, down the streets
sometimes I wonder if it will never come back
but it does
it wanders back at dawn , returning to its place
I think it is looking for someone
but what do I know about a road lantern

You are very quiet, are you okay?
Those are the words you might say
I will nod because of your worried face
I will not burden you with my own maze

Because you see, I got a labyrinth inside my twisted mind
and once you get in, the exit is impossible to find
I do not want to burden your wonderful thoughts
by transferring you my inky spots

but say, who is that?
you it is you, you do say
but it is not me

I look at Haikus
and see a simplicity
that relax my mind

Poetry is my
heart speaking its feelings through
more than just heartbeats

Ensomheden er
et fortrængt skrig indeni
kun én kan høre

ticket in my hand
walk the invisible path
where are we going

I do not ask you
trusting blindly you I do
but do you do too

Life, you say to me,
is magical because of
what we get to see

Sometimes I wish I could throw with rainbows
To share some smiles
to give out happiness
as if it was just chocolate bars
to grab and eat, and you would become
but everytime I try catching the rainbows
or share the smile while handing the happiness
it's like they disappear in my hand
I will never understand
but I will always keep trying

animals and us
but why do we difference
when we should be one

in a world we are
but alone we are as well
humankind is odd

She sat alone in her room again today
Had no one to talk to
-nothing to say
She thought to herself ”Oh well, just another day”

She sat in the classroom with her curious eyes
The girls were over there
-not a surprise
She thought to herself ”Oh well, I guess it's 'cause of my size”

She walked home while the rest stayed there delighted
It was a party
-and she wasn't invited
She thought to herself ”Oh well, but they all looked excited”

She cried alone in her room again this night
Falling asleep hugging
-her wet pillow tight
She dreamed by herself ”Oh well, this place seems so bright”

She woke up with a new hope from her rest
It wasn't amazing
-But it was worth to test
She said to herself ”Today I will try my best”

Sometimes I just get so angry
I am the storms and thunder of planet Earth
Evolving into lava erupting volcanos and leaving cities to dust and silence
As if my screams were tsunamis flooding the world to an end
It only ever damages my beating heart

Sometimes I just get so sad
I am the rain falling on the brokenhearted harbor
which everyday deals with the bipolar pattern of the tides
As if I am a neverending fall and my way of turning the greys to emptiness
It only ever damages my wandering soul

Sometimes I just feel too much
As if my insides burn and I keep pouring alochol on the fire
Sometimes I just feel nothing at all
As if I have become nothing and I will continue to forever float between time and space

If only my soul would wander to the rescue of my heart's beat