Sunday, 30 January 2011


Blood sister
Of jackets and smiles
Your blond hair
Touching my cheek
Eyes laughing like
Flaps of a bird's wing

Tuesday, 25 January 2011


Scars of light when I
Close my eyes
Thin stripes cut in
Flickering darkness
Hands shaking while
My breath slowly stops

Scars of the heat while
Wasting my time
On glittery reflections on
Mysterious nights
Bathed in scents
Of resin and smoke

Sometimes you can be too tired to sleep or too bored to do anything about it. I'm neither, and both. I don't know, don't know. //Amanda

Saturday, 22 January 2011


Whirling the dust
Up as she walks
Changing it to glitter
With a touch
Of thought

You look while
She turns around
The axis of grace
Turning, dancing
Under darkness

Under thin lace
Baring her teeth
You need her
Moving in parallel
With the wood


Thursday, 20 January 2011


I'm ill, so I have the permission to dream of all the stuff I can't afford. These Acne boots are amazing. I won't even mention the prize though.

Take a look on their pink site yourself.

Tuesday, 18 January 2011


So you were controlling
The smoke just by
Licking on your fingertips
Proving me wrong
While turning the
Weather around in
A quick spin of
Your eyes

Objects taking other
Shades and shapes
The lights winking at
Me from their homes
Of danger, risk

Risking to drop my
Awareness on the
Wet ground

Friday, 14 January 2011


Balloons on the floor
Reflects the sparkling
Of your eyes
They fly to the sky
Creates bubbles in
My mind
Making me think
More clearly
Wanting you to shine
Oh girl, you look
So beautiful
With flowers in
Your hair

A little poem for my sis on her birthday - 9 years. And how pretty and happy she is! Love you little A <3>

Tuesday, 11 January 2011


Tværsnit over knæene
Mens jeg tyrer klementiner
Ind på den frosne sø
Tramper på isen for
At splintre gitteret
Oprørt blik bliver mødt
Af notorisk kulde
Naturens ligegyldighed og
Langsomme væsen
Plager mig
Er en torn i øjet på
Den der vil leve af drømme
Og stjernestøv

Som frugterne synker
Og bliver grå i grønt vand
Slår en hysterisk latter
Mod væggene i mit hoved
Og jeg vender mig fra hende
Tvivler på at øjnene
Kan fortælle andet end
Dårligt nyt

Sunday, 9 January 2011


Lysende fjer i en
Hvirvelvind af farver
Neon udfolder sig
Åbnes når jeg lukker
Mine øjne
Som cirkler i evig
Ingen sans for tid

Kan ikke røres
Med hænder men på
Tungespidsen kan
Gnistrende sødme smages
Brænder gennem
Svælget som tanker
Der maser sig
Rundt i ring

Photos also by me. Simple, but they fit the poem, I think. Enjoy your Sunday - the weirdest day of the week where everything goes so slow. //Amanda

Wednesday, 5 January 2011


And I had that
Liquid dark feeling
Like blood dripping
From my wrists

I didn't know
What to do with it
How I could push
It around

I would like to
Hide it under the earth
But not break it
To pieces

I wanted to keep
It in my breast
This darkness always
In movement

"Momento mori" means "remember we are mortal". But poetry is not. - Gregory Corso

Tuesday, 4 January 2011