Poetry, Written Words

Brothers

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

Kvartlivskrisen rammer dig
pludseligt
hårdt

tager pusten fra dig
inden du når at opdage det

Forvirring
Fortvivlelse
Fornægtelse

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
Die
And come back to live
Our love feel apart,
died
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

Poetry, Written Words

Jeg savner voksne

Jeg savner voksne.
Voksne mennesker der tager ansvar og siger fra.
Mennesker der tør holde grænser og ikke prøver at være en de ikke er.

Dengang ungdommen sluttede som 24 årig og der var en klar grænse.
Nu flyder det hele over.
Stregen er væk.

Jeg savner at have en rollemodel at se op til.
En der vidste hvad de ville og gjorde det.
En der læste artikler, ikke overskrifter.

Jeg savner at lytte til deres råd og tro på dem.
Kunne kender forskel på dem og jeg blot ved vores tøj- og musikvalg.
Nu ligner vi alle hinanden.

Vi lytter til det samme.
Drikker det samme.

Hvorfor er ungdommen så attraktiv?

Vi er alle sammen Peter Pan.
Sådan skulle det ikke være.
Det smukke ved Peter var at han kun var en person.

De er forvoksede teenagere der stadig forsøger at holde fast i deres vilde år.
De kæmper med tømmermænd, mens børnene kravler forvirret rundt.
For børnene forstår det ikke.

De markedsfører sig som venner, men forsøger pludselig at lege forældre. 
De mangler retning.
Mangler system.

Er du min ven eller forældre.
Vælg.
Det er alt sammen valg.

Valget at blive ældre.
Valget at kalde sig selv for voksen.
Det store farlige voksen-ord.

Måske burde vi bringe det på mode igen.
For verdenen fungerer ikke med en flok teenagere der løber rundt og prøver at finde sig selv og meningen med livet.

Nej, måske er det på tide at vi kigger os selv i spejlet.
Og siger det er okay at blive ældre.

At det er tid til at lege voksen.

Poetry, Written Words

That time of the month

It’s that time of the month
when nothing seems to go my way

When my hopes and dreams
seem further away than before

When the light is broken
and darkness surrounds me

It’s that time of the month
when getting up is harder
than falling asleep

When one word
can turn into tears
and one problem 
turn to a million

I see no end to this
but know it will be over
before the week ends

I see no solution
but know possibilities 
and happiness
awaits in the morning

That time will pass soon
this time will be great
and control will be in my reach
once more

Poetry, Written Words

Mirror

A mirror is like looking into a persons soul.
Their expression when they find one, will tell you everything you need to know.
Their mood, happiness and feelings, are measured by how that person in the mirror stares back at them. Are they happy? Sad? Fat? Thin?
A lot can be said about that person. A lot of words can be screamed. Not nice, not useful. Anything goes.

When I look into the mirror I stare. I stare for minutes, sometimes for hours. I look for answers. If the mirror can't tell me what's wrong, then no one can. If the mirror can't make me smile, then no one can.

I have tried loving it. Hating it. Breaking it.. but they're everywhere. Glass, water, reflections. They follow me around.
Look here, look there, I'm back again. Love me, notice me, look at me.

And I do. I go back every time hoping something has changed. Hoping something is new and better. But it never is. I guess I'll just have to live with it and smile back. Hoping.

It will all be okay.