Fjordscene Poetry

i am no people’s poet – i am a voice in distress screaming for language, definition – reason – and i digress – i speak for nobody besides myself, since nobody else will –

I am not depressed. I am realistic. Your idea of curing me is to make me sick. I would rather see the truth than soak in fake happiness. I would rather feel pain than imagine fake joy. I would rather […]

Could I earn a place in Heaven – by what means and what might it do to me? What if I found that once there, then not only had I ceased to be but too that Heaven isn’t as it […]

A flower kept out of the sun – expected withered and gone – but petals white turn green defiant, stubbon, unseen – and veins on leaves turn red – I WON’T ACCEPT MY DEATH – I may not blossom again […]

Spring arrived or so I decided today. The dark fog hovering in my head I willed away. At least for now the sun shines and the air is clear – the cold awakens thoughts and silences the nightmares – The […]

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 […]

You know them, those pesky two-legged creatures who constantly bother you when you try to work and just won’t respect your privacy. When you plan a trip to finally be alone with yourself in nature, they might even suddenly decide […]

Jeg ønsker ingen opmærksomhed – jeg ønsker ingen – hvad er det imod at have fred med sig selv? Jeg ønsker ingen lys – ingen dag – bare det fløjlsbløde mørke der udligner vreden og vugger mig som havet skønt […]

I have so many questions; at least one for every person I have met, both the ones alive and the ones who are dead. I have so much to ask everyone because I want to understand my life and its […]

Disenchant what I have treasured, treasured in my heart for years – disenchant yourself and free me from my own continuous tears What’s the use of crying – tell me – when you’re crying for a dream? What’s the use […]