Fjordscene Poetry

nostrils vent exhaust – heated fumes disguise distate from humans’ weaker senses – i’m sure the cat knows better how i feel than any two-legged creature –

it’s the 21st century – how can you expect an average person to have place left in memory to remember their family? take a number – stand in line – everything is fine – more pressing things press on one’s […]

solitude creeps into every crevice of the room as soon as night sets in – the sheen of light from distant windows blinds with promises of what others have – the muffled next-door noises hurt – the internet scars – […]

motivation flounders gone with brain that pounds the hours down – a blood that boils in veins of ash beneath a face – silence lurks without a trace in crevices that time create, existence foiled – no trace of happiness […]

mind acceleration. exhilaration. exhaust fumes furrow brows and thoughts – no fear fades in the face of exhaustion – no insights gained during exertion – mind now numbs down words.

i carry inside a memory count and every time i see a screen it ticks down –

asked for recognition for artwork by someone who never bothered recognizing mine. what a feeling. not a big enough person to not feel anger and detach her from my heart for now. not worth the effort – i die in […]

digging through the dirt of time – what was yours? what was mine? messed up, mixed up memories dilute in wine – feelings gone, remembrance sink into the liquid, tinted pink – think – why think? it’s in the past […]

light splinters off the waves – white flecks sprinkling everywhere – clouding my vision as the water curls –

loud and clear – pearly white, drops that drip, petals bright – say it out, say it loud, morning sweeps it out of sight –

healthy separation of form and function, feelings, thoughts – you were a friend until i turned you inside out and examined you – which i should have done before – now you stand bared in your humanity with no better […]

it’s all in my head where a sign says “sorry, there’s nothing to regret” – but includes “sorry” – reporting on the futility of being

journal, mind bursting with ideas – ripe grapes of thoughts not sweet but potent – words fill the pages as wont – juices flowing from their burst encasement any way they want – thoughts still growing –

I reason – with myself – where reason – may hide – I seek out – an answer – but answer – with pride – and I see – no remedy – for what’s now – a fight – but […]

chaos in and out of everything – cringe my way out of my skin – turn it inside out to hide behind the way i feel inside – squiggle into my cavern of truth examine the scars others left me […]

i am a pile of garbage through which some poems show – one day the pile dissolves leaving words alone behind to grow –

hammer head on wall unwittingly learning from mistakes by making more – thinking thoughts unbidden shedding light on many more – climbing cliffs unthinkingly preparing for the fall once more – staying on the ground hidden is not an option […]

leaves fallen – light stolen – heatwaves stick – thick air waves glowing dust – let rust, corrode what’s left –

molded into shape – a shapeless mold – of raw emotions hot, then cold crystallized into this shape drizzling with fears agape – come out today? i can’t – i’m stuck – did you expect expectations to break? good luck […]

i understand an outburst from me must seem unfair to you – it’s like training a cat not to pee on the floor, if it happens long after it happened the cat gets mad at you and learns nothing at […]