skape ☆☆☆

Talentskrapende

Ripende langs vinylgulvet

Jeg er skruer som blør inn i treverk

Og en kropp som blør inn i verden

Det knekker 

ved de opprustede leddene 

de jordlagte sårene

Hvordan kan jeg i det hele tatt skape og skrive og virke som jeg kan noe

Når jeg ikke kan noe

Vil finne et punkt som etser og pulserer inn i det menneskelige

Bre meg inn i det sykelige

Som tykk folie, skitten bandasje

Men hvordan kunne jeg noen gang trodd

At jeg hadde klart noe

Så vondt, så ærlig

Som å skape

girl in black, dissolving ☆

Here you see me

Girl in black

Diminishing myself

Turning my veins into side tracks

I have given so much

I have no more to give

Grown up in a story-book

Of rights and wrongs turned and twisted 

to the gaze of one side of the creature

So I chemically dissolved my fragile bones

and sacrificed my heart to the acids

To become of service

To be good

Silenced

Unoticable

I want to dissolve, melt and burn 

and turn over into something that floats on the lake

To simply not be in a world where my humanity is not seen

I want to burn down this house with all its pillows and carpets and clothes, 

and these twisted city blocks with all their harsh stone and millions of windows

I can take no more

Look what you did to me

Look, look, look

Into my bloodshut eyes, stapled hands and feet

Look at these coffee burn marks, these vegetable cuts, these gulps of blood, this scratched stovepot, this throat

Too many things have been done to me

So to any soul who listens

Your salty tears are heard

Your dreams matter

Your voice matters 

Your passions and your wishes and your hopes

You dont have to dissapear 

Into that big black hole

You are important

You are worthy

You have a right

To tell people when they hurt you

When they are wrong

When the world is unjust

You dont have to suffer in silence

Alone

You don't

Have to sacrafice and give all the blood in your body and skin of your back

To be seen

And to be loved

factory morning ☆ this wound in nature

That morning

When the kids drove up the mountain 

The factory walls were thick and coated 

with morning fog

The cars racing

Some shiny dear thing

Lay in the middle of the road

These streching pavements, this split

This wound in nature

Is where

They found him

That furred soft little body

Still warm

But not breathing

The kids walked to the house on the hill

With the old woman and old man

They told them of the gushing

The cut down trees

Cut down hope 

And the kids told them what happend

And the old ones cried, and went ahead

Walked up the stones to that pile of blood

Bowed down on their knees

And wrapped another loved one 

In his favorite cloth

happy birthday

You twist and turn

Like twigs

You burn like arsenic and chemicals into my skin

And bleed into the forest 

Eat up the trees and leaves and lives in the heat

Until the whole world is like one big candle

You grin, as you blow it out

And sing your sick self

A happy birthday