I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
Covid-19 It seemed so far away almost untrue, Will it get nearer, when will it affect you? Infectious by nature, infectious by name, Human population all thinking the same. A shift in energy for better or for worse? Media have portrayed it as if it’s a curse. With a fever and cough just like a … Continue reading Pandemic Poetry
Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
You've worked so hard for so long Pressing every particle down inside The body has a testament to your determination A fleshy statement of willpower To choose any other way is weakness You are surrounded by weak people . But as you get older You realise that perhaps real weakness is Forcing yourself to live … Continue reading Tribute To My Smallest Tooth
Some days the pink hue of my cheeks makes me want to tear my skin from my face, screaming. . Others, it’s a glowing reminder that I am alive. . Some days the wild wave of my hair makes me wish I could be anybody, anybody else. . Others, I shake it free and let … Continue reading I Am Enough.
Seemingly normal with a weird tangy taste, our time together never went to waste. . Always you and me, me and you, merged into one. . A connection so strong, how could it go wrong? . Completely and utterly, Gone. . As reality hits. I'm not sure who really exists. But as time goes by, … Continue reading The living dead.
Cities are full of abandoned things. You can find them propped against fences, stuffed away just out of sight, laying in the gutter. There is a sadness about things that have been abandoned. At some point they had a purpose and, if they were lucky, they were good at what they were supposed to … Continue reading Abandoned.
I wonder who he sees when he looks out at me? Does he see a lost child or divinity staring through me? Seen he has, many a night and many a days, Until all his years hath fade. His wrinkled brow and hair silvery white, Reminding of a life just passing by. Hither and … Continue reading A Timeless Glance
Trapped inside, controlled morally postponed. I wait. Not going out, The fear creating doubt, I resist, it grows. I wait. Letting go of it all trusting in the uncomfortable fall, to freedom. I wait. Open your mind, your heart and your soul, watch, exposed as life can now unfold. Now, able … Continue reading Casual Terror.