Fjordscene Poetry

The sum of life: we lie, we die

hear, see, feel, give up, give in again – too much world to take in – stop – step back, refrain –

tiny green eyes see the sun for the first time – a cruel sun wanting to burn them back into the ground – wrestling with wispy clouds to get through and do its intended harm – while the tiny green […]

i still live – we lie – we die – it’s “me”, it’s “my” and I still give – what have I, name – no claim, no gain – words – unheard – but I still feel – no, nothing’s […]

sofa: a place for a mother to lie and read, dead to the world and me – a place that speaks “pain” and “tired” in words and in shifty eyes you cannot catch – tested, tried – kitchen: a place […]

“you only hear your echo when I speak with you!” – well, so do you – and you don’t speak “with” me, no you speak to –

fickle faint buzz of your doings in my pocket – if you cared for my thoughts you’d be here though, wouldn’t you? distant humming life of which I am no part demands my attention – not my heart –

drill skull in a flurry of activity – skull is mine – drill is yours – combustion close, compulsion closer – you want more?

dealt blow in a way somehow each day – each new stick, stay bleed through in a way some time all the time – right now every other day –

bitterness – every thought of you acerbic on my tongue – memories of all you’ve done sting like poison – smarting every thought of betterment –

feelings defy description yet must be put in words in order to be heard – family defy words, their actions wound, their words hurt – thinking makes everything worse but the mind wanders all the same – that’s the game […]

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 […]