Sleepwalk

The streetlights gleam

in the freezing night - and

through my irises.

Which are painted

by the haziness

of a breath.

The deflowering nature; touched

by numb hands of winter.

This being the season

where everyone escapes

from me.

Sensing the anxiety of action –

I remain unmoved.

Though knuckles turning 

white

from the lack of blood

in my veins.

Feeling the icing pavement

beneath my naked feet.

Knowing;

that they are obliged

to the treaded dreams

behind my eyes.

Again, this night –

I allow my thoughts to soar

beyond the imaginable.

Into an inhumane universe

Of death -

a parallel to nightmares.

Hence;

My sleepwalk

And;

Your kiss goodbye. 

Contractions of a city

Rain is licking the leaves of trees,

Complements to my burning glee.

Creating ponds in the dusky soil,

Staring deep in the eyes of my inner gargoyle.

Life is now wandering the crowded streets,

Filling the world with a breath of relief.

Surrounding every hurting man,

Makes ebony and ivory walk hand in hand.

The core in my heart is now blinded with light,

Seductively from this epic night.

I am dancing through the solstice lair,    

Notorious sex enthralls my air.

Eyes now lock with a flirtatious gaze,

Though walking with a mind of haze.

Bright rose cheeks and a catching breath,

Moralizing the idea of love and death.

Now, let the sun embrace the scarlet sky,

Whilst the seagulls spread their wings and fly.

Hope still streams our broken smiles,

And the sensitivity of Copenhagen stays for a while.

Anonymise; me

A bridge of blood; built

On the surface -

Of my skin. While

lace lay intertwined

with the ghost

of my past.

Nonsense escaped that night;

as your voice became –

Too intimate. And my

oppressive body sank

into corners

of oblivion.

Years passed in mind; whilst

memories were distanced –

And denied. Listening

to hollow syllables 

screaming aloud

your name.

Misery now marks this face;

as I shoot for the moon –

And succeed. Missing

the loving embrace

of a black

raven’s wings.

Me; carefully tracing

the whispers of regret -

haunting his dreams. Living

but half a life – while

trying to remember

my own. 

Decay

Alcohol;

On my lips, with the bitter,

Sweet taste of despair. And

Temptation glistering

from the ruins

of a wasted mind.

Lullaby;

Out of tune, roaring inside

The dark – whilst nerves

nervously glare,

at my once, golden

fingertips.

Corner;

Deep and obscure. Foolishly playing -

Hide and seek. Simply to avoid

The fight and slaying

Of my skin’s inner

Peace.

Broken;

Wings of embrace. Tainted

By a lover’s woe. Thus Leaving,

A legacy of dust

to the next piece in

the puzzled maze.

Serenity;

of the slowly fading song –

inside the body of a question mark?

Well knowing that these

parting gloves are hung

By the bottleneck of yesterday.

Jellyfish

I see shadows of myself -

As the ocean surrounds

Jellyfish

In their stream of consciousness -

Their tranquility, and

Bubbles.

The depth being once -

Humble and chaste, now

obscure.

Blinded by the chaos –

The redeeming demon of

Sin.

Can you save me from my soul –

With the honest sword of

Ambiguity?

Oh, one decisive remedy -

Only to watch by and fail

Miserably.

Phoenix in her ashes

Burning;

Phoenix. In flames of desire from the deep

Depths of a soulless creature, mending

The broken pearls I once called a smile.

Darkness;

Surrounding body, eyes and heart.

Creating the careless captivity of a life

In the upside world of tomorrow’s tranquillity.

Lurking;

From the tile-less cubes of impudence.

Towards the suspiciously blue sky

With a simple hope of achieving anything.

Wishing;

Beyond every recognisable thought –

The continuous hope of utter fulfilment

Spreading within a lost individual.

Rising;

From the glowing ashes on the floor.

Empowering inner electrolytic emotions

To free herself of the eternal vacancy –

And shine.

Forsømt

Pigen står alene i gaden.
Halsen snøres – øjnene skinner.
Frygten brænder i det tomme bryst,

med ønsket om at smerten forsvinder.

Ligblegt ansigt og et dømmende blik.
Knoglerne dirrer i den lille krop.
Ansigtet farves af tårens glans.
Forvirret af livets snurretop.

Endnu en forfærdelig nat.

Tåren falder på den fine kjole.
Vredens skrig har dog ikke forladt

Den konstante tanke om den nye skole.

Livets uforklarlige håb knuses.
Hun brister i gråd og falder.
Hendes lille krop på jorden så kold.
Ingen hører at hendes hjerte kalder.

Liggende kold med sin frosne sjæl.
Blanke øjne og et uddødt håb.
Vinden suser om gadehjørner.
Og kun tilbage er ekkoet af hendes hjertes

skingre råb.