Fjordscene Poetry

outraged teenagers discuss personal matters on a bus – perhaps not caring and perhaps deliberately wanting us to hear their smut – “my friend broke up with her boyfriend through two years a whole month ago and hasn’t yet had […]

not even looking since looks could deceive the fact that she used to know someone like me – not fashionably dressed, clearly not from the city – any traces of roots relating her to me were to be cut if […]

toughness in the thick-rimmed titanium glasses – square jaw held high – sure of himself – sure of his field and that he knew all of it though fallen ten years behind – why care to learn? better pretend and […]

unsuited for the digital age – I don’t want to brand myself – i am human, i am no product – it does not come naturally. I am a poet not a screamer – I hate having photos taken – […]

so, you said you have a company? – I am a social media influencer, yes! – what does that consist of? – updating profiles, testing products that I get and explaining their usage – so, basically getting free stuff and […]

teenage drama, perfectly orchestrated to generate attention on a crowded bus while seeming to want to avoid same attention – I’ll never get to make any money, will I? it’s never gonna happen to me! – well, what would you […]

she has no money – she said so – frowning with carefully plucked and dyed eyebrows and carefully shaded eyelids – re-arranging a fold in the sleeve of a designer jacket – it’s so tough to find the “right” job […]

designed specifically to look special – because what else could bring sense to her life? how could she function acknowledging any common ground with others? how allow herself identity under such circumstances? she needs be the artistic one, the snowflake […]

finely knitted toughness – expensive taste – she regards the rest of us from the pedestal of youth – sure we are fossils and she a teacher – carefully chosen clothes, makeup – carefully over-wrought opinions about insignificant details – […]

noise weaves its way through and around me – a spider’s web of words surround me – i’m spun into it so that i cannot leave but gets further entangled with each attempt – the sticky words bear down on […]

web spun around me – a web of words your mouths form – words added to words in sticky succession – spreading their venom through soundwaves that weave the web through me, between you wedged unwillingly – spun into its […]

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 –