og det var sådan en morgen
hvor solen strakte sig i hver en
strengformet sene
jeg kunne mærke sygdommen
havde forladt min krop
jeg lod aldrig tanker omkring
dit spindelvævssind gro fast
i længere tid, vidste det ville
sætte sig som ar på sjælen
den slags man påstår ikke kan
smitte ved berøring
den slags påstande jeg påstår
de forkerte mennesker har påstået
du gjorde mig mere syg end rask
rev celler i stykker og efterlod
bidemærker langs min rygsøjle
jeg græd oftere end jeg grinte
sommetider med tårer i øjnene
andre gange med metalsakse
i håret og øjne af granit
jeg glemte helt hvordan det var
at være alene
da du havde forladt min krop
jeg glemte helt, jeg var sindssyg

The lunatic is in my head
At least that's what Pink Floyd said
Mama loves her baby, that sure sounds nice
But who's gonna love you when you're on the thin ice
Daddy left a memory
That doesn't mean it's meant for me
One more brick into the wall
I don't think I need any thing at all
If they put me in the firing line
Is it fate or just my time
Got a little black book with my tooth brush and comb
I'll wait for the worms because there's nobody home.

Where the East meets the West
and your mind feels possessed
Where the night smiles back at the day
and the spring smells like a bouquet
Where the wind makes you wonder
and you heart beats like thunder
Where your sorrow is gone missing
and your soul is secretly kissing
All the wonders your eyes can ever see
Oh, Berlin you make me be a better me

I dislike writing about happy things. I also dislike sad things. I like writing me things. I dislike cliche poems and stories. Hello, I'm me. Unknown. Unheard of. I tell tales. Just some ******* tales. The brain is the scariest part of me. Well it scares all of us, doesn't it? I'm horrifically depressed. I'll say it now. I guess you could say I am cliche.  My life consists of many people being ups and many friends being downs. I quit drugs. I quit ***. I quit cigarettes too.

It makes me want a cigarette.

Summertime in Berlin
City of possibility
Quaint and lively
Large and small
Soggy and crisp
Comfortable and borderless
Perfectly flawed
European cornucopia
Harsh language, soft smiles
Birds awake me every morning
Neighbor plays Bach loudly
U-Bahn here and there
Perfect coffee while the perfect song plays
Perfect barista with an English accent and lovely smile
Smooth and lucid caffeine buzz
"Must try before dying"
On to Italy soon
Farewell, sweet Berlin

The smell of cigarettes you smoked
Our little conversations
Your sweet smile
Me falling in love with you
In Berlin

Alone with my thoughts
Alone in my dreams
Alone in the night
Alone with my screams
Alone in that place
Between sleep and awake
I lay here alone
And wait for the daybreak
Alone in my room
Alone in my bed
But ‘m not alone in my heart
Where the tears for you are shed
For your love will always be in my heart
And your sensation near
Rest at peace wherever you are
For we will sure meet not today but in years
@manauwer

I would like to think that I was more than just a one night stand
I like to pretend that when you think of me you want nothing more than just to hold my hand

To me you've always felt a little too much like home
But when I'm in your arms, you're mind is elsewhere and I still feel alone

I would give you the world if you could find solace in the touch of my skin
Instead of drunken nights, laced with the scent of impending regret and accidental sin

Waking up in your bed could have been so much more than just another mistake
But love isn't something you choose and how you feel is not my choice to make