"medicin" poems
The door opened, he entered
There was a whoosh of air
The Bluesman looked bedraggled
And he grabbed himself a chair
Cy, came out, he heard the bell
Saw the Bluesman, gave a smile
He said "I see the storm is worse"
"It's gonna keep up for a while"
The Bluesman looked around the store
Saw a guitar on the wall
"She's an old one hanging over there"
He called to Cy, now down the hall
He grabbed it, rubbed the neck some
He said "she's got a lot to say"
He went back to the wooden chair
And the Bluesman, he did play
"There's lots of music in this girl"
"So many songs not sung"
He looked back at the hook behind
Where this old guitar had hung
He sang songs about Jesus
about freedom, and the moon
Amazingly for the guitars age
It wasn't out of tune
Cy went to the pawn stores back
returning with a flask
He'd brought the Bluesman medicin
The Bluesman continued with his task
"This old girls a treasure trove"
"She's just so full of words"
"Songs kept hidden for so long"
"Songs just waiting to be heard"
He played some more, the storm let up
He thanked Cy, took his leave
"An old guitar needs to be played"
"It's lost songs to be grieved"
"You know that you can play her"
"Whenever you come by"
The Bluesman turned and smiled
He held the flask given by Cy
"That old guitar is special"
"She's an old soul, just like me"
"I thank you for the offer"
"Time will tell, we'll see"
The Bluesman left the pawnshop
It was if he wasn't there
He went out back behind Gianni's
And sang his music to the air
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
Natten omslutter os som ringe af stål.
Jeg vil se igennem dine øjne,
transparent hele vejen.
Gennembore dine organer og sprænge rygsøjlen.
Tåget og tung af medicin ser jeg dig.
Mørke og reptiløjne.
Kolde som sne. Kyniske.
Solsystemet danser over jorden af bregner.
Man er forpligtet til at tænke håbefuldt,
men jeg tænker ikke håbefuldt.
- men famler i blinde med kolde hænder.
Isblå negle og blodmangel.
Lad os gå sammen, tænker jeg,
men tier.
Sætter mig i stedet sammen med de andre
og vi klipper huller i hinandens hud.
Septembers fjerne varme sætter lys i mine øjne og
drager mig ud i natten.
Lyset erstattes af kulørt neon og tager pusten fra mig.
Der er en indebrændt stemme i min hals
og for enden af halsen sidder munden.
Tungen slår knuder og jeg kan næsten ikke,
men med sammenbidte tænder, skriger jeg.
Efter hvad aner jeg ikke.
Inhalerer det sidste marv ud af dagen
og hoster den ud med bræk.
Samfundet er dødt,
og jeg vil ikke længere forestille mig livet
med lungerne fyldte af kviksølv.
Jovist har vi været i det grønne. Jovist.
Jeg kom til festen i den sorte nat. Natten af ramaskrig.
Jeg ligger søvnløs i mælkevejen
diffust omsværmet af natteravne og stjerneskud.
Stjernedød.
Jeg lytter til deres stemmer,
ser dem igennem øjnene
og på et tidspunkt går jeg hjem.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
jeg vågner her
på mit yndlings sted
badet i morgensol
og kan dufte resterne
af chanel og rødvinen
fra i går og
hjemmebagte boller
og nymalet kaffe
til at starte dagen på
jeg kan høre dig grine i
køkkenet og den ring
af ætsende syre der havde dannet
sig om mit hjerte forsvinder
som var du helende medicin
følelsesløs
havde jeg været så længe
at jeg helt havde glemt
hvordan det var at
føle
og hvorfor det jeg føler
lige er for dig ved jeg ikke
men lige nu er det okay
ikke at vide og bare nyde
for det er
så ubegribeligt
men det er okay
så jeg lukker øjnene
og sover ubesværet
videre mens lyden
og følelsen af dig
og dit dyrebare nærvær
svæver hen over mig
som en beskyttende skygge
og snart vil vi
drikke dagens første kop
kaffe på terrassen og
det hele vil stadig
forekomme mig
så ubegribeligt
...
men det er okay
så længe du er her
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
*Broken dreams
Broken dreams
Everywhere
On this empty street
Or not that empty
After all
A person is walking
All alone
The dim light
The dim light
Form at street lamp
Brightens up the night
The lonely soul's shadow
Is walking beside
Another one
Another one
Another broken dream
Comes to the street
But the lonely heart
Still keeps beating
Through the rain
That's falling
Where to go
Where to go
The lonely mind
It doesn't know
But the body moves
And continues to go
The lonely heart
Seeks for a home
Memories
Memories
Lives freely
On the empty street
Maybe it's not that empty at all
It becomes more lively
Every time
The lonely soul falls
Pain and tears
Pain and tears
Keeps living in the lonely heart
Through the years
Creating a cold dark web
Of fears
That keeps the broken soul
From mending
Medicin and therapy
Medicin and therapy
Can't fix the scars
Created by life
Breathing is hard
But the lonely continues to fight
Hoping for a day
When they'll find a person
That can open their eyes
Make them understand
That they're not alone....*
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
I joke around all day, all happy and glad
And it seems like nothing could ever make me sad
Cause I'm crazy, hyper and I drive everyone mad
But when I'm home im my room, by myself, all alone
Listening to music, on my computer or my phone
The truth about myself, I can feel in my bone
The doubts comes over me, with surprising speed
The thought about myself, "Will I ever succeed"?
The thought that during the day, is impossible to read
Even though I know that all my friends are real
And I still cannot believe that I feel the way I feel
Reality comes over me, and I think "What's my deal?"
I would never think of doubting myself during the day
Cause when I'm with my friends, I never doubt my way
But at night, it comes, and it doesn't matter what you say
I know I'm not alone to think and feel like that
To feel the pain of thinking my life is just flat
If need to find way to color up under my hat
But laugther is the best medicin, as we've all been told
So when the happyness is gone and your smile has been sold
Read some jokes, watch a comedy, and your frown will simply fold
Just put on the coat of laughter, and you will not feel the cold
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
It's 3:04 am and oh my god the shakes won't stop
These tremors are so violent and my vision is blurred
I have everything
I have love
I have the fill of my sadness
I have the drug that's prescribed
"Stop when you get your medicin, because then you won't need it"
But even now as I'm sweating over the realization that I might have taken too much
I can't stop telling myself
I need it
Sometimes I get so afraid that I will die
That my heart will stop and my eyes will roll back into my head
Then I remember
That fear of death is fruitless
Because I am death
Death is all that I know
Maybe I'm afraid of myself
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Jeg får ondt i hjertet af at se på dig for tiden.
Du er syg; og din feber kaldes depression og
din medicin er rødvin og hvid rom og den r.
øg du ruller og de ord du sluger og jeg elske.
r dig for højt til at se det foran mig, fordi jeg
kan se dig græde og jeg kan se det gøre ondt.
Feberen strækker sig i din mave og klemmer
hårdt om dit hjerte. Og det værste er; at lige.
gyldigt antallet af panodiler og cigaretter jeg
propper dig med, så er dine øjne stadig klare
og du er stadig defekt. Så jeg leder stadig eft.
er medicinen til at kurere din feber.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
Alt du giver mig er på udlån
og du tager grådigt det hele tilbage når jeg går igen
med renter
Jeg er dit vinglas du fylder op for at tømme;
jeg tror også jeg får dig til at have det bedre med dig selv
Så nådesløs i din udførelse
og pludselig i sofaen til en flad fest
væk på medicin for en sygdom du ikke har
Patetisk og pinlig, sårbar
Afventer din næste symfoni af tør hosten så vi kan holde i hånden,
en undskyldning for at hvile min hånd på dit ben
Jeg ruller ofte øjne af dig og sukker dybt når du snakker men jeg skal nok passe på dig
Kysser dine øjenlåg så du drømmer om mig
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
Love is pain,
Has no medicin.
Love is illness
Has no recovery.
Love is thron
Hurts a lot.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Anything, to feel nothing.
I used to wake up, six in the morning. Just enough time to smoke one before class.
Made me feel nothing for about two years.
Till my chimeras found me, through my buzz.
Tried pills, didn't work the way I planned.
First time in my life I felt even more than I was used to.
Got scared.
Maybe there is no medicin.
So the shrink gave me some medicin.
Made me numb for about six months.
Untill I lost my believes in placebo.
Tried ******* my feelings out.
Dug up some more issues.
And now, I've been sitting here, for the last two hours.
Staring at my wall.
It tells me in a foreign language that I am strong.
I painted that **** I believed in it.
I'm not a bit stronger than the substances inside me.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Alt du giver mig er på udlån
og du tager grådigt det hele tilbage når jeg går igen
med renter
Jeg er dit vinglas du fylder op for at tømme;
jeg tror også jeg får dig til at have det bedre med dig selv
Så nådesløs i din udførelse
og pludselig i sofaen til en flad fest
væk på medicin for en sygdom du ikke har
Patetisk og pinlig, sårbar
Afventer din næste symfoni af tør hosten så vi kan holde i hånden,
en undskyldning for at hvile min hånd på dit ben
Jeg ruller ofte øjne af dig og sukker dybt når du snakker men jeg skal nok passe på dig
Kysser dine øjenlåg så du drømmer om mig
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC