Fjordscene Poetry

leaves fell unapologeticallyand withered into winter – my breath stiffens as my mindunwind – i see my flaws reflectedin your icy face – my knowledge lostto time and age – words fall unheeded into pilesof fallen leaves, and die – and i alone, a withered […]

i would dance if i could and the earth never shook and the future never failed and became the past – i would dance, but i can’t since tomorrow’s unsure, and today won’t really begin – i would dance if […]

fatigue hums through empty air – empty head aches – voices hum behind, around – mere distant sound – clacking keyboard keys ennumbing fingers – feelings – friday ticks towards a weekend come too late – head, heart, feelings, thoughts […]

i know that i know nothing – that is the curse of intelligence – i think i should right people’s wrongs but how when no word comes out of my mouth without being followed by its opposition woven together by […]

Illusion of security surrounding everywhere –I’m tired of it –tired of never getting anywhere –tired of people complainingabout complaintsother people madeabout complaintsthey found on the internet –I don’t care if my neighbour smokesor listens to music late at night –it’s […]

i won’t ever know which was the proper way to go –the choices are made here and now. no matter the waysof passing our dayswe all find means to cope – somehow.

crystal curtain dropletsfrozen onto branches –world stiffened overnight. brittle, breaking changes – and all has becometoo tender to touch –sight must suffice – distance wise – white clouds wisp awaycontours of trees –exploring stillness. peace.

  Morning breathes down my neck again. Unbidden as always. Closed blinds shut out the sight of nothing. Concrete. Tarmac. Bricks.   Humans suck the soul out of their surroundings – leaving nothing even for themselves in their wake. And then complain […]

dagens mørke drypperned over mine øjne –lukker dem blidt og stillemed andre menneskers løgne – men nattens blide hændertørrer mit ansigt stille –og lader mig ligge tilbagealene, forladt og lille – — the day’s darkness dripsdown onto my eyes –closes […]

jeg har ord jeg vil sige, der ikke findes.hvis jeg opfandt dem, ville ingen forstå. ord er en mening i koncentratmen livet er meningsløst. hvert ord falder fladt ned i tomhedstillet over for livets dyb –og overfor det kan min […]

an opinion is a fragment of a whole that says nothing in itselfand yet you present it with such firm beliefthat it makes my mouth dry just thinking of an answer –because you said so little that it leaves all […]

Autumn. Alternating drizzle and biting cold sun. Empty page waiting to be filled. Loose words skip-jump in my head, refusing to band together and create the dreaded sentences. There’s so much responsibility in a sentence. So many consequences to be […]

we weave a thread in space that tears its way through the fabric of reality – its colour sticking out in the dark – its brightness obscuring its frailty – it sways as it molds itself into the sturdier background […]

my brain’s full of worms – thoughts strung together – they eat up anything left of worth and leave a trail of filth for me to delve in – nothing left to discover

Carefully drawn lines delineating the exact form I envisioned. It looks exactly like I wanted it to – from mind to paper.  However… What is missing? Everything is so perfectly detailed. Nothing is missing from the motive. But somehow it […]

My mom doesn’t understand Picasso.She cannot understandthe urge to try something newinstead of mimicking otherswhen one knowsthat one is talented enoughto perhaps be rememberedand ambitious enoughto want remembrance – My mom looked at an early paintingof a woman in a […]

sailing through the changing timeson waves of unrepentant eyes –whereto? a distant futureout of mind, yet always right at hand – twisting thoughts and features toointo dreams alive on screens –moving ever closer to the placethat marks humanity’s demise – […]

landslide, mud that rush through mindand falls out of mouth –breathless rumbling noisewallows in itself,aroused by thought –sticky mud that drips,a putrid smell that lingers in the airwhen silence regains holdand everythingis said – it can’t be washed away,the fetid […]

a night sticks to my faceand breathes my eyes shut –ears open, quiet un-calm carefully listening brain –who, where, what, when – why? –eyelid slithers back a bit in question,darkness firmly presses it back down,chides me “sleep” –but how, when, […]

People don’t want tortured attempts at answering existential questions. So I really don’t have much to offer the rest of humanity. But to be fair, the rest of humanity doesn’t have much to offer me either. Expect the study of […]