Fjordscene Poetry

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 […]

were i alone tonight i’d drown my sorrows one by one and cry out what was left until there wasn’t any left of me – i’d let myself feel free for a few short hours until the sickness set in […]

sleep eludes me – night’s no pleasantry – night holds dangers to the mind that can be avoided during the day – night brings things to light that are better left in shadow – three o’clock, morning light creeps through […]

tripping over world that drip with words that have no meaning – a creation through a voice – creating more than noise – visions of the world they make, unthinkingly, word-flowers shoot up everywhere they go, unwittingly – and soon […]

under radar words die – words live on paper if thoughts linger long enough – they rarely ever do –

where is my father? hiding behind mother – never seen – never heard – what is a man? i don’t know if i ever saw one – i see ghosts in armour – an invisible screen separates genders no one […]

one: light spilling through the golden curtains into prison living room – of choice – the playing cards placed carefully, dirty, torn and used – clock ticking off a time unknown within – a person brooding over memories – not […]

world – self-worth stolen – where find? – mind my own business? – thank you? – silence tears apart what would bind – words not heard – dreams stolen – future gone – just carry on? – thank you? –

thoughts that fester – feelings linger – human weakness, human pain – thinky-feely patterns pending sense revision – host insane –

the worst thing i ever did to my poetry was tagging my own name onto it – it detracts – if a poem cannot stand alone it cannot stand – and i cannot stand it –

corrosion, erasure, exposure and now and again apathy and abandonment causes artwork to happen – spontaneous, hidden treasure –

steam in a sliced sunbeam through a door ajar mixing with the dust grains – an imitated interstellar nebula – swirling in the gloom a false creation of a world hiding in an empty room –

sought out solace found – — sketch thoughts in words then plan their meaning deceiving their seeming ease

we speak about the same thing, and the thing is not the same – we call it the same name, but proportions and perspective lie 40 years apart – in a world apart – she thinks she knows the answers […]

silence now will cause silence to reign soon when our course ends with it – ends in it – results in it – end it –

selective hearing in selective wind that blows your words away from me again – a word – a phrase – I piece together that which I want – whatever else may be, remind me later maybe – the world does […]

scathing sunlight scorching parched earth – scathing humans robbing humans of self-worth – earth spins panting, looking on in its despair – our every action makes it wish we weren’t here –

sweet, kind girl eminent at blending into the background of every setting where her scenes unfurl – safety in invisibility –

MARCH: I’m tired of my IT job – I’m going to make it big! – so I’m co-founding this start-up with branded coffee cups and an idea that’ll stick! No boss to push me around – no schedule to follow! […]