I can't sleep.
I feel numb.
Like there are millions of little bugs crawling over my skin.
Each whispering
'I don't love you.'

It was a regular day
And you were a regular boy
But that day,
you looked at her in an extraordinary way.
She fell for you.

The girl whose walls were up so high
Fell from those very same walls.
The fall was long and hard
yet, carefree and untamed.
She fell for you.

Passion and love were her parachutes.
She was free to fall,
No doubt and no concerns.
She fell for you.

The problem was that you didn't catch her.
You let her crash.
As strong as the fall was,
The crash was even stronger.
She fell for you.

She fell for you and she broke for you
Now the pieces are scattered
She’s back on her high walls
She fell for you,
but you didn't catch her.

-E.T

mens regnen siler ned bag ruderne
gemmer vi os ned i et solrigt kammer
som vi bygger under kropsvarme dyner
vi leger, vi er børn - blot for en sidste stund
vi leger at livet blot er en illusion, mens
silkebløde ben hviler mod hinanden
vi leger, vi er i paradis

A poet will often wax lyrical using many words.
Prose, metaphor and haiku but to name a few.
Romance, inspirational, seasonal poetry, nature and blues,
The ideas often come at night.
Poetry of the poet is a deal of joy, pain and wonder with a dash of emotion thrown in.
Poetry of the poet is a rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is silent poetry speaks.
Poetry is often a legacy the passion and feelings often left unspoken in life.
Poetry is evidence of life worth remembering the words of the poet

Today you were born.
Thank you for being here.
For being alive.
Making it through another year.
It does get better.
I promise.

I can’t say I Love You.
Because I don't.
But there is someone who does.
Perhaps more than one.
It’s okay if it’s just mom.
Or dad or brother or sister.

If you cut please don’t do it again.
I will tell you what I told my sister.
Put the blade to your wrist.
Hold it there.
Don’t move it.
Keep it there ‘til you aren’t upset anymore.

If you think about ending it all tonight.
Or possibly tomorrow.
Don’t.
All the events that led to this “solution”.
Write it all down.
And burn it.

If you have a broken heart.
Don’t pick up the ice cream.
Or any weapons.
It isn’t worth gaining weight.
Or the physical scars.
Curl into fetal position and cry a lot.

Don’t cry for too long.
Get up and look at yourself.
Say “It will get better.
I won’t cry for the same reason”.
Repeat until you believe.
Promise me.

If you lost someone dear.
Don’t hold it all in.
It will become too much.
Like waiting too long to ***.
The mess is horrible.
The smell: pungent and nasty.

Seriously though.
Mourn but don’t get stuck in the moment.
There isn’t a time frame for healing.
But don’t let grief to be the only emotion left.
Stand and move forward with them in your heart.
The ones still here need you.

If you are happy.
Truly happy.
Not with the material things.
But with your state of mind.
With your values and virtues.
I applaud you.

Don’t let them slip free.
You have strength so put it to good use.
Lift the others who deserve it.
Don’t waste your time with idiots.
But I can’t force you to do anything.
Do what you will.