Fjordscene Poetry

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 –

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 –