Fjordscene Poetry

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 –

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

She speaks through me, she looks like me but I don’t want to know her – and if she was able to hear my voice or heed my advice there’s much I’d like to show her. But turning gently in […]

Though said that I have principles, ideals and dreams of better futures worth the building, is the truth not rather, somehow still, that no thought of mine ever soared so high that I didn’t, beneath it, secretly yearn to shear […]

I am a stray cat nobody wants to feed – I am an echo in the silence you create with all the noise you make – I am a shadow in the darkness of the night – I am a […]

I am no woman – I am a spark of life that lies dormant in somebody’s mind. I am a mote of galactic dust stuck on a tiny sphere with no means to escape from here – I am no […]

I see you not, reader, but I speak to you, believe in your existence through and through – I entrust my child to you, the offspring of my mind and countless idle thoughts of any, every kind – I hope […]

I am the poet of transience. I am a voice that shouts unheard into a wall of noise. I am a light that flares up, indistinguishable in the face of the sun. I am a leaf that unfolds only to […]

I know how I am and care to confess; I could be more than you yet remain somehow less – Though I ride the cresting waves inside – outside of my control – I fail at harnessing their power. If […]

I am a 7-year-old poet, and a 26-year-old human but often it feels as if the poet has the more experience, the more to say and the better ways to say it whereas the human lags so far behind she […]

My biggest wish for the future is that everybody would stop pretending that they are perfect when they all know they’re not. My perfect scenario being universal honesty about our faults and fears and vulnerability. But since everybody else seem […]

I trust in the poet to be able to phrase all that I wish to say and I trust her to do it – I trust her to scatter the fog with her words, to comfort and heal all the […]

There… there… no, I failed to grasp it again but I was close this time… That word just keeps eluding me… I have it… I have had it… I had it… It’s gone… I speak the things out loud inside […]

I have been torn between the world and writing – writing is demanding, leaving little to the world once it has been written. But the world, moreover, continues to enrage, disappoint and sadden me, so I have surrendered at least […]

The centrifugal force of words washed over her, swirled around her, made her dizzy. ‘But that’s what shrinks do’, she figured, watching with increasing numbness as the man’s lips kept moving, making words that increasingly seemed to dissipate and dissolve […]

Jeg drømte ikke om at blive digter – jeg drømte om at blive menneske. Ja, jeg ønskede faktisk at udskifte et fuldtonende hjerte med disse klangløse skaller med deres hule mislyd som andre mennesker sådan værner om – Men er […]

The cold light of dawn that highlights all flaws – I stand firm in the face of danger, humiliation, misunderstanding – for lack of alternative. What does the world have to offer me but a prison made of human hearts […]