JUST SO YOU KNOW

Rose quartz
Emerald
Ruby
Jade
Aquamarine
Onyx

In pieces
Shiny pieces
Sharp
Scratching my skin

Diamonds are hard
In their
Beauty

Too much
Many pieces laying
On the ground

They will only
Shine in the
Light of the
Moon

THE GETAWAY

Sometimes I just want to
Burn my calendar
And escape to
Paris with you

So we could occupy
Pearls on our eyebrows
Standing on the bridges
Ready to fall down in that
Bright darkness of water

The moon will shine
Through your hair
And I will spin
Until I fall

Let's scream till the world
Can't hear us any longer

THE INSIDE OF YOUR EYELIDS

Spørgsmålet er ikke hvem
Men hvornår mine læber
Bugter sig i det smil du glemte
På vejen ud i ingenting
Bliver tanker til is
Og drysser fra himlen
Som krystaller

Ingen kender det ødelagte
Som vil være fortabt før det
Udleves og drømmes
I en nat fyldt med billeder

Den stjerne hun plukkede
Fra himlen var en hel
Galakse og hun tildeler
Mig en rød planet
Hvor vand forsvinder
Og brød smuldrer
Bliver til intet

Jeg vil bare se på mine
Hænder med lukkede øjne
I mørke som ligner den nat
Tror ikke på lyset
For lyset er så mørkt
På indersiden af dine øjenlåg

JUST LIKE BONE

Just like bone
White glimpses

You effect me like
An explosion
Of light in the dark

Electricity sits in my spine
Release it
Never keep a promise

Things are running fast right know. Love that.
Pics by Claudia.

CREAM

I can feel the weekend on my fingertips now - almost touching it. It will be good. xx

LOST IN A FOREST OH SO FAR AWAY

Jeg vil se solen, livet, flimre
Når jeg lukker mine øjne
Og mærke hænder på mine læber
Når jeg taler

Røre blødt græs
Med bare fødder
Som bliver våde af dug
Og skærer sig på rimfrost

Se, mørket lægger sig om os
Som transperent sort stof
Gør blikket sløret og fremhæver
Alt der ikke kan ses

Varmen farver luften

BLACK LAKE

Black lake
Endlessly deep
Sorounded by old
Piles of stone
Cutting pieces
Of the blue sky
With sharp edges
Of the history

Black stone
Carried away
From the inside
Of the brown
Earth, loosing it's
Will to hands
With no future
And no meaning

Black hands
Forever marked
By what they
Wanted to take
Destroying the nearest
Piece of truth
By hitting the silent air
With a fist

I wrote the poem above after walking around in an area where black granite was broken sometime. Beautiful and scary places with lakes as ink.

Beeing in a cottage in nowhere is nice but also kind of frightening. I liked the light in the forest. It fell through the leaves of the trees and striped the earth with gold. Lots of moss made the rock look soft, and moisture hang in the air. But then I started getting irritated by the fact that nothing really happened, and that nothing ever would. The only shift was the morning I woke up with snow on the leaves outside. The winter had begun.

Photos of he forest will come up eventually. xx Amanda.