Poetry, Written Words


We watch to escape
Watch to forget
Our problems disappear as they fill us up with hopes and dreams.
All these stories help me forget mine
Forget how wrong it all felt before I started

I want to get lost
Get sucked into their world
Far away from my own
Their lives are better

I prefer it that way
It makes me feel so small
Like all my thoughts were stupid
And that I should take life for granted

For what if
But it isn’t so I shouldn’t need to escape for 7 hours without stops just rolling and rolling
Letting the screen fill me up with longings and laughers that aren’t my own
They’re fake for I am not there with them

I am alone
My problems stay
My life is the same in the morning
You can’t run away from the stuff you don’t want to face
But it just feels so good
And once in a while it’s okay

It’s okay to escape

Poetry, Written Words


A brother is one you share with
one you care for
A love so deep nothing can replace it

My love for you is different yet the same
For one I feel gratitude
Gratitude for always being there for me
Holding me when I’m down
Catching my tears

One call and you’re there

For others, it’s when they tell me about their hobby
When they share their deepest secrets
And show me they find comfort in me
That they believe in me

I want the best for them but nothing will ever be enough

Brothers are there to tease you
Trouble you
And push you

That’s how you grow strong
How you get tough 

Brothers are there to show you love
To show you compassion
And show you selflessness

You will do anything for them
You will drop everything for them
For you know they would do the same for you

For me, it’s a four timed love
A love so strong no other person can break it

For me, it’s a strong, helpful life-enjoyer
An ambitious, hardworking fighter
A sensitive, passionate team player
A loyal, compassionate friend.

For me, it’s a tie no one can loosen

I can’t wait to see you become a father
Become a groom
Become a man
Become you 

And you know I will be there with you
Every step of the way
Every song of the album
Every day of the year

Poetry, Written Words


Kvartlivskrisen rammer dig

tager pusten fra dig
inden du når at opdage det


Det hele flyder over
Det hele drukner

Hvem er jeg?
Hvad skal jeg?
Hvor skal jeg hen?

Fremtiden banker på men jeg ignorerer det
som jeg ignorerer licens mandes larmende banken
“Jeg er ikke hjemme” råber jeg

Her er tomt
Arbejderne i hjernen har taget fri
Holdt strieke i flere måneder
Efterladt mig her alene

Jeg tænker og tænker
men kommer ingen vegne
tvivler og sammenligner
men til hvilken nytte?

Solen skinner men jeg trækker gardinerne fra
Trækker dynen op og skubber livet væk
vennerne væk
familien væk
kærligheden væk

Jeg har brug for at tænke
brug for at overveje
hvilken person jeg vil være
hvilket liv jeg vil leve

Valget er mit
Det er alt sammen op til mig

Min fejl
Min skyld
hvis jeg ikke er lykkelig
Det er tid til at komme igang
åbne døren og indse
at livet er startet
hvad end jeg er klar
eller ej

Nu vil jeg til at leve det
Jeg syntes du skal gøre det samme


Poetry, Written Words

Feeling 23

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Feeling 23 is drinking wine alone on a Tuesday

Deleting Tinder once a month

and downloading it again the day after


Feeling 23 is coloring your own hair

and googling ways

to get rid of the green flair


Feeling 23 is thinking about love lost

regretting, remembering and realizing

it’s not worth the thought


Feeling 23 is looking down your body

praising it

loving it

and accepting it


Feeling 23 is wanting a cat for christmas to hide the loneliness

calling your mom up just the hear her voice

and drowning the silence with music
Feeling 23 is worrying about the future

worrying about the past

and forcing yourself to believe

it will all be over fast


Feeling 23 is understanding how much your parents did for you

wanting a positive pregnancy test

to start your own family


Feeling 23 is listening to your old favorite songs

old favorite movies

and feeling nostalgic about the early 2000’s


Feeling 23 is doubting your path

changing goals

and dreaming of new heights


Feeling 23 is choosing a night in

instead of the crowded club

prefering a close friends

over fake friends


Feeling 23 is wanting a boyfriend

but hiding under the covers

kissing strangers

and feeling the bad taste linger the morning after


Feeling 23 is a quarterlife crisis

a stopping point

before you reach the top







Poetry, Written Words

Thinking Red

There’s something beautiful about the fall
When the leaves drop in time with the temperature
and the mind wanders to warmer times
It fills you up

That old song is back reminding you of back when
When you were here in my arms
I smile at the memory
But leave it behind

The fog flies before my eyes
But I see everything clearly

In this town I grew up in
I understand why we’re here
Why the world keeps spinning

The leaves fall
And come back to live
Our love feel apart,
and now we’re ready for a new love to come to live

That’s how life works
How the seasons change our hearts and souls

Fall is a beautiful time
A time to reflect and evolve
A time to find your new place in this world

Long talks with coffee cups
That’s what it’s really about

Thinking Red helped me see life in pink