Fjordscene Poetry

are we to communicate in a forum fit for you it is only fair if it happens in a style fit for me – fancy writing poetry? * to someone who suggested we should start communicating on Facebook Messenger instead of […]

being yourself is easy – there’s nobody else you can really be – i could imitate you but that wouldn’t make me stop being me –

i am no people’s poet – i am a voice in distress screaming for language, definition – reason – and i digress – i speak for nobody besides myself, since nobody else will –

nothing hurts more than seeing your own faults filtered through another person – your own wants projected on another – your own thoughts completely skewed when uttered by another – where find mooring? there’s one place only for that – […]

thank you for the death threat proving your desperate need to be feared – why? i don’t know, but you must be despairing knowing that i know that if you had planned to kill me you wouldn’t have warned me […]

unheard un-word for things indescribable yet undeniable – dripping down on you through holes in your understanding, demanding attention – attention granted, understanding wanted still – words want creation to describe that which we cannot understand which is at hand […]

word feud online with strangers – not a game, life gamified –

third of august shit hit a fan in my head, in my heart and poetry started to spout out of every thought i had and every word i heard – my anger no longer dormant demanded it be given word […]

writing madly, desperately, cloaked in invisibility – i wanted you to listen, but you barely hear – goodbye for now, you’ve sucked all strength out through my skin, i’m barely here – i wish i could just disappear – it […]

were i alone tonight i’d drown my sorrows one by one and cry out what was left until there wasn’t any left of me – i’d let myself feel free for a few short hours until the sickness set in […]

sleep eludes me – night’s no pleasantry – night holds dangers to the mind that can be avoided during the day – night brings things to light that are better left in shadow – three o’clock, morning light creeps through […]

tripping over world that drip with words that have no meaning – a creation through a voice – creating more than noise – visions of the world they make, unthinkingly, word-flowers shoot up everywhere they go, unwittingly – and soon […]

under radar words die – words live on paper if thoughts linger long enough – they rarely ever do –

where is my father? hiding behind mother – never seen – never heard – what is a man? i don’t know if i ever saw one – i see ghosts in armour – an invisible screen separates genders no one […]

one: light spilling through the golden curtains into prison living room – of choice – the playing cards placed carefully, dirty, torn and used – clock ticking off a time unknown within – a person brooding over memories – not […]

world – self-worth stolen – where find? – mind my own business? – thank you? – silence tears apart what would bind – words not heard – dreams stolen – future gone – just carry on? – thank you? –

thoughts that fester – feelings linger – human weakness, human pain – thinky-feely patterns pending sense revision – host insane –

the worst thing i ever did to my poetry was tagging my own name onto it – it detracts – if a poem cannot stand alone it cannot stand – and i cannot stand it –

corrosion, erasure, exposure and now and again apathy and abandonment causes artwork to happen – spontaneous, hidden treasure –

steam in a sliced sunbeam through a door ajar mixing with the dust grains – an imitated interstellar nebula – swirling in the gloom a false creation of a world hiding in an empty room –