lørdag 22. april 2023

filling the void

no matter how much black coffee

or ice cubed vodka tasting like cherry

or music so loud it blocks out my thoughts

i cant seem to feel fully free

try to get lost in the flashes of my television screen

but no matter how many mediocre poems i write

or mind-blowing books i read

i still feel like my cup is half empty

i'm wandering somewhere in between

being lost and found

being someone else and being myself

no matter the situation

i can feel the starvation

somethings always missing

☆ my own reflection ☆

people come and go lately

like waves of the sea

everythings changing so rapidly

i'm spiraling into a spider web of insanity

because i cant fathom the possibility

that any of this is real


every time i look in the mirror

my vision gets blurrier

the perception of my own identity

is floating away from me


i'm living in someone else's body

i'm living a life that is not mine

and if this bodys not even my home

i'm not sure there's anywhere i really belong

onsdag 19. april 2023

wanna escape?

I kind of wish you would just

grab my waist

and fly me away

maybe together we could escape

because I think you'd understand if I say 

I dont want to be a bird in a cage

tirsdag 18. april 2023

☆ broken glass ☆

i've been afraid for a while

that one day

you're not gonna return my smile

not that i believe

you could be that hostile

but what if 

one day

your view of me shifts

like the curve of your lips

your affection turns into rejection


you're gonna look at me

like the scrape on your bloody knees

with pain and disgust

i'm worth less than specs of dust


you're gonna see that i'm silent,

shattered and sharp

like pieces of broken glass

you have given me the sun

but in the end i'll always 

be withered grass

you're gonna look at me

like needle tips

cigarette stumps

in the blocks that you pass

and it all makes me feel

like dying in a car crash

lørdag 8. april 2023

☆ The hero of a collapsing city ☆

You ask me why I stopped trying to save the city

I used to be the hero

You told me I was destined to be

Fighting burglars and thieves

Saving pretty people from beautiful tragedies

But living for others never sat me free

I thought escaping through intoxication was the key

To deal with the uncomfortable uncertainty

But it made me feel even more incomplete

In the same way I felt when you looked at me

Like I was your god

Your savior

As you got down on your knees

Prayed and pleaded “save me please”

All your problems weighed on my sturdy shoulders

Your happiness became my responsibility

But my own contentment was never a guarantee

Though you made me feel special

You made me feel seen

By telling me I was the only one with the capability

Of keeping the skyscrapers and city landscapes from collapsing

But it was all too much

And one person can not bear such

You created your own city and your own problems

and thought it was funny to shove them over to me

Whats funny is you could not take away my ability 

To see

That in the end

All I had to do was flee

søndag 26. mars 2023

☆ How to get lost in your own universe ☆

You’re used to looking at yourself like you’re a galaxy 

Without knowing how limiting it can be 

You see your different stars

and solar systems

And think these are fundamental

Unchangeable


You think that

This is all you are

And all you will ever be


Instead, you should start

To pay attention to the art

Of the universe


You will never know all of you

I will never know all of me

There will always be change

There will always be room for growth

We are complex and ever-changing 

Expanding and shape-shifting


There is no time to loose on limiting beliefs

Like thinking;

I’m unworthy

I’m unlovable

You tell yourself;

I’m bothersome and boring

I’m ugly and annoying

I’m disgusting

Icky

Dirty

Repulsive

I'm brain dead

and I hate every thought in my head


But dont you see?

All the thoughts you ever had of yourself

Were never facts

They were just beliefs

And all the little words you tell yourself 

control you more than you think


You consist of thousands of shooting stars

Molecular parts

Your existence is a wonder

Self hate is a curse

You are as astonishing as any other universe

Get lost in a hunt for self realization

Loose yourself in the never-ending

Dark matter of your mind

and lunar eclipse in your eyes

You are an unexplainable miracle


blah blah blah

it feels like

everyone is speaking

with no other meaning 

than to say words

becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...