tirsdag 15. september 2026

becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes
I feel a new wave of me
And owerwhelming breath in of
"This is becoming"
Of a gap from where i left
That cliff long ago
Standing in the middle of the green hills

This is me
Stars in the grass
I am made of glass
Seethrough
Translusent like a fish

I show my whole now
Like a kid I do what i feel
I'm chipping at the walls
Scrape off layers of shame
Scrubbing away at the seashore

My heart soft and clean now
Like i was born yesterday

søndag 13. september 2026

my heart like meteorite ☆☆☆☆

I've lost many things in my life 
Only to find
Thats when i've loved them the most
Devoid of life and light
I starts clinging to(/streching over the windowsill) the window like a plant
I remember the beads, and the coloured markers, the scent of peeling a clementine
When i have lost my colour, 
into it i go: deeper, inching my way around, into the stars twinkeling blue, red and green (like christmas lights)
Sometimes i think my heart is like a christmas light
Flickering
Shifting
Deep
Sometimes its utterly quiet
Like a peral
Like something hiding 
At other times like a meteorite
Rich in its bruning, (alive)

Then the salty and harsh
crash in the ocean
Kind of like an early morning 
Stinging in my eyes
But also beautiful and deep
and at the end of all, 
worth it.

fredag 4. september 2026

The leaves like overgrown lilacs ☆☆☆☆☆

The leaves 
are very pretty
But I must also say
It feels like nature contained
Into some spherichal shape
Cut down with fences and stone cliffs 
And my feet they feel it
Not walking on earth
On soil
But the hundereds of million feet here would probably scrape it all
coat the whole city in sticky footsoles and fingertips
So at least i can write this
And be here with you
To learn to love something else than i am used to
To see the tree shadows like overgrown lilacs
Black against the sunlit stones
Try to stay in the stillness 
in the middle of a chaos
What a lesson
What a learning
To appriciate the sound 
Even of an artificial waterfall
Small drops trickeling from squared stones

I knew it would be hard ☆☆☆☆

I went to the store
At 12 the world had gone asleep
I watched sugar coated trees
Glistening in the moonlight
I put a fruit caramel in my mouth
And felt the soft air hug me

I have been so terribly sad lately 
Like a sinking pit, fruit seed of sadness 
in my stomach 
It lives a quiet life
And never goes to rest
Always the weight suprises me
I think, maybe i had forgot how it feels

And all around me the people seem to do it all
Put in the work and the numbers (fit and) drift seamless, like autumn leaves in fall
Like a puzzle, like a colourbook
And me too I have dreams 
but i do not know where they are headed
So i tried to follow that feeling in the core
The spine of my heart

I knew it would be hard

So now i watch the sun through the apartment
The sun on the ocean
To go swimming again when the sickness leaves
And it must leave
like all else 

I have been thinking lately like the few people i have, are so incredibly prescious to me
That they are my life, what truly matters
My lover and my bestfriend and my sisters
To visit, and call them, and hug them all
I will hold on tight, this is my reminder of it all
I have been thinking of my aunt, how i understand it
But she had no sister, no bestfriend, no lover like i do
I will get through 

And the music that holds my hands also gnaws at them 
But this poem is the crystal of my soul
It spins and it gives and it cleans 
Of what a luck, this body can be a home
My poem its interior
And all my dreams like sun shining through the windows

becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...