Blade

Mit liv er et træ.
Stammen og barken er min fortjeneste.
Mit træ har smukke grønne blade.
De gør mit træ fuldendt og perfekt.

Du er mine grønne blade.

Jeg ser dem visne og flyve væk -
Mine smukke, smukke blade.
I et øjeblik tror jeg at mit træ vil dø,
Så jeg sidder på mine knæ og græder.
Det eneste jeg synes at have tilbage
Er mindet om hvor smukt og grønt
Det hele var engang.

Men som jeg rejser mig fra foden af mit træ
Ser jeg pludselig den nøgne stamme
Beslutter mig for - det er fint som det er
Og glemmer for en stund hvor smukt og grønt
Det hele var engang.

Drop of rain

Poor junkie
Walking through the streets
Begging for help from
Anyone that walks by
And they don't understand
He doesn't want their money
He says: keep your coins
Greens can't buy me change

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

As it gets dark
His head gets clear - he's sober
Such an awful place when you're running
Running from yourself
And from the thoughts
You don't wanna feel

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

Stumbling around
The corner - it's morning
His dealer told him
Meet me at seven
But at eight
He still wasn't there
So the dealer left and they
Never saw eachother again

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

On the corner
Of 67th avenue
There is a musicstore and
That day my poor junkie heard
A record playing
And it broke his heart
He thought to himself
"Now I know what my life is worth
And I'll never return
To where I'm coming from"

And isn't that strange?
How it all works out?
Like someone you thought was lost
Rising from the grave
Like a drop of rain
When you never saw the clouds

The scars hurts much more than the upen cuts
And I haven't got time to heal them all
All I can do is try to scream hard enough
For you to nowtest that I'll fall

(En meget gammel ting jeg fandt i mine arkiver. 6 februar 2009)

Forest.

Who are you to break in and take
My heart and my soul all my bones?
Who are you?
Who am I to try and steal
Your heart and your thoughts all your life?
Who am I?
Do I really want to do to you
What you have been doing to me
All this time?

You light up my life just you're
Looking my way
Just you're saying my name
Makes me smile.
And you break my heart just you're
Looking the other
Way and not calling my name
Makes me cry.

I see your eyes go blank as I'm talking
Talking to you, but you're not there
You're someplace else where
I don't belong.
And I see your face light up as
You see her - you hold her
So tight I wish I was dead

I miss you so deeply
It feels like I'm slowly breaking every
Bone in my chest
And I feel lost like
Not knowing where to go
Lost in a forest
The trees are who you are.

At blive gammel...

Jeg har et fantastisk valgfag. Med en fantastisk lærer, Astrid. Forfatterværksted, hedder faget. Lyrikværksted, om man vil. Vi får tildelt et emne, og udfra det kan man så skrive historie, digte, sange, noveller, essays.. Idag var emnet: Alderdom.

Ældre eller gammel
Bare tættere på
At lægge sig ned
Og for altid gå i stå

Plejehjemmet
Med den moste mad
Gebisset der tygger
Koteletter i fad

Nu da jeg er ældre
Så bor jeg her
Indstillet på
Aldrig at grine mere.

Den der var nærmest
Er pludselig væk.
Uden dig er livet
Et hav når man har vandskræk.

Nu vågner jeg alene
I min enmandsseng
Venter på
Det bliver nat igen.

Tænker på én dag
Drømmen vil ske
Jeg får mine vinger
Og får dig at se