#hb
I was often
envious
of those that knew which road to choose,
walking it like a familiar memory,
while I would stumble and fall.
I blindly moved forward.
Sometimes taking too long,
to pick myself up,
bruised and scraped
backtracking
wandering
and
making up for lost time
in both lightness
and
overwhelming darkness
I would pray for a sign,
a compass
to give me direction,
as the sun and moon
exchanged glances
But somewhere along my journey,
envy went missing
and
now I often pass by those
that knew their way-
voraciously attempting
to trace their steps
back to the road they came from
Searching
for the wrong turn they made
ragged
blinded
by
their mistakes
As I look back at the view
of my trail
from where I have risen
after every fall
and I see my bruises and scrapes
that created a map
I notice its key
identifying pitfalls and battlegrounds
mountaintops
valleys
and
rivers that flow effortlessly
and I find myself
at peace.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
she
could not
keep a secret,
though she promised
that she'd try;
her heart
could never handle
keeping it
inside.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Du har glemt dine drømmes vægt
slettet dit navn og dræbt din slægt
du kan intet miste
for du kan ikke huske
mit navn
i en flydende rus
ramler vi sammen i et sus
hvis du virkelig vil ha' mig
så kan du bare ta' mig
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
det er bare tomme ord
tomme ord der fylder rummet
tomme ord der bryder igennem
stilhedens tykke vægge
ord man ved hvis betydning
ikke eksistere
fordi de tomme ord
er ord der bliver sagt
når venskabet allerede har mistet
dets ynde og pragt
c.t
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC