"hurtig" poems
fenix feather dipped in blood
signed on the dotted line
see it better quick in love
lied on those songs you write
it must take a lot of effort
too make that texture look fake behind those measures find a treasure you little spine collecter
I'm a guesser not a fortune teller scorpion seller orphan on welfare
torchered in the celler sources developers and I'm always letting her take the best of me story teller my faverite ingredients for the recipy mental telepathy extazy a mess of things letting me keep the key away from reach babygurl your never ganna be set free ****** me gently hurtig me tenderly a blurred memory that make the eckos scream no remedy dead asleep too stressed too keep a smile on go on ahead of me
if I dont respond u know I'm dead too be dont check too see and step beneath the deepst regions I used too believe in freedom like some believe in demons angel holding me while I bleed with weakness agree too see this before its finally gone always sleepless
forced on writing these songs while righting the wrongs
that help me respond and bestrong trying too keep on the right path
like a pesant forced too bites scraps
or the essence that makes you fight back on the right track
if u stay with me gurl ill make the night last
I'm giving you the world before you even had a chance too ask
I just hope u can understand the facts
I dont have let go if your holding my hand
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
lakerede negle
tanken om et eventyr; på vej
computergeneret velbefindende
høj hestehale - en forandring, nye muligheder, nye udtryk
anderledes udstråling
velovervejet, pludseligt
hjemmegroet plante, fejet gulv, følelsen på et stykke papir, efterladt
sammenkrøllet, gult
kondenseret vand på ruderne, kondenseret personlighed
dovenskab, at gøre sig umage
talemåder, ordsprog, genanvendelige, omvendelige
jyske genbrugsforretninger, savner sommerferien
sommeren, limfjorden, kunsten, garderobefornyelse
lånte LP'er, bøger jeg aldrig får læst
sæt tempoet ned; umuligt
vi lever i en hurtig verden
alt snurrer
alle søndage føles underlige
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
i need to check the chains
make sure they’re tight enough
it’s too hard
i’m falling too fast
this shouldn’t be happening
i need to stop
before it gets bad
it’s already bad
who am i kidding
im hurtig myself
i shouldn’t be doing this
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Forklædt som prinsen på den hvide hest
Red han i hurtig galop ind i mit liv
Dog skulle det vise sig
At han var en stor rotte
På næsten to meter
For rotter kommer *** forklædt
For hvem vil dog se på en kæmpe klam rotte?
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC