this is progress;
despite the bruises
i´m not running away
rather than running to
you can trip me anytime;
by falling i learn
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
great powers are present
as i look trough my nicotin stained eyelids;
the storm of the century is here
others open their eyes
swans are leaving;
yet i stay
i´ll measure the ice every night
until it´s strong enough;
carry me to the spring
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
friday nights used to be
about getting wasted
and now thinking about it
about how many drinks i tasted
it worked out fine
for that time
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
those who say
that i´m tough,
haven´t been
in my embrace;
the feeling of having not to be afraid of falling
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
it´s cold out here today
like scandinavia cold
like celcius cold
fahrenheits are for ******* anyway
still just trying to remember the day
when vine tasted like sun
and wool socks were just a mere memory
of last years polar night
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
when
an extra evening meeting
after a long day,
black ice on your evening run,
leaking faucet and too cold
heater in december;
i´m still right here,
hole in your wool sock,
ginger in your tea
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
now we say goodbye,
still trying to stand my ground.
ice melting on rooftops
while looking into your eyes.
your lashes are frozen shut,
holding on like this moment.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
make my day
twine it really good
throw in an adventure,
daydream
and a question
go nuts, be someone else today,
different tomorrow
day after tomorrow
i fall in love
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 5:40 AM UTC
you become even more beautiful
just by looking at the sea
thinking where is the ice
though you don´t miss it
it´s just weird
that it´s no longer there
no kids ice skating
no crevasses banging
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
It´s saturday already,
week´s about to end.
Don´t get dressed,
let´s stay in bed.
Let´s hug and remember.
Like that warm night in september.
Window was open
and a bird sang a tune.
And how about that afternoon
when we were out of radio
and television?
There was that blackout,
you remember?
And what did we do?
We were in heaven
and didn´t hurry back.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 6:33 AM UTC