December nights are different than the rest
In December I lie awake and listen to Christmas songs
In December I lie awake finding presents for my loved ones
In December I lie awake thinking about what I'll cook over the holidays
Why can't every month be December?

"Crazy, absurd, nothing as it seems"
That's the advertisement for Wonderland
"Wonderland is where the sea meets the mountain
And the cakes melt like ice cream"
Why in the world has Wonderland come to my town?
"You can be happy in Wonderland, why don't you come and visit?"
When Wonderland comes I know to be happy
For when Wonderland comes it comes only to me
"In Wonderland you can be wherever you want to be
Except for home, you can never be home when you're in Wonderland"
Now I know why Wonderland came here
It didn't
My mind made up Wonderland

I take a pill every night
It dissolves in my stomach
It makes me hurt
Nausea and headaches
Every night
It makes my head better
But my body worse

The internetið is made á English
Hví can't ég write in mínu language
Engin will understand ljóðin mine
If ég skrifa in foreign tungumál

I won't get help, but cannot sleep.

even when the night goes to bed.

I'm stuck here counting sheep.

Wanting so much to be dead.



For death offers rest.

A nap from the dark.

Oh, God, I'm stressed.

There is no more spark.



The spark in my life has gone.

Vanished, the night took it.

Just like it took the dawn.

Now it wants me to quit.



Quit whining about bedtime.

But bedtime lasts forever.

The sun won't ever shine.

Mr. Dark thinks he's clever.



I am still awake.

I only want to cry.

My soul has an ache.

The thing left is to die.

Crying at 4:37 am
Hoping to fall
No, not asleep
But from a building

You won't ever see this
Why would you, you don't like poetry
But I have to get this off my chest
I am deeply madly in love with you.
I have been in love with you for a whole year now
And you don't even know it
Because I'm afraid I will lose you if I tell
I'm afraid we'll stop being friends
That I might ruin this thing
By being deeply madly in love with you
Perhaps one day I'll tell you
Or maybe I won't
But in my heart I will always know
That I am deeply madly in love

Happy perhaps once more
New beginnings for the Earth
Year of renewal

Life is no longer real
It floods over and around me
But never touches me
Days and nights go by
I don't remember them
I'm just numb
There is no pain
No happy either
Just an existence
I exist
Therefore I must think
But there is nothing
To think about
Only a fog
Fogginess in my brain
And everywhere
There is no life
It was always fake

At two thirty in the night
A strange thing happens
Strange thoughts jump out of your head
They appear in the shape of a little man
He tips his hat to you
Says "how did you do today"
If you reply good he nods and disappears
If you reply bad he stays with you through the night
He tears your life appart and says tomorrow will never come
He disappears in the morning
And comes back every night
At two thirty

Mad
Angry
Furious

I want rights
The right to be myself
Right to my body and my mind
The justice of being here
My choice
Children
Partners
Who is my family?
The opposition must fall

Sad
Bleek
Death

I am surrounded by people
Everyone staring, waiting
When will the show start
How will it end
Faces gathered around me
Their eyes sparkling with excitement
While I do nothing
I stare back at their gazes
Waiting for them to do something
When will they throw a lifeline
Am I still worth saving


I watch them watching me drown
I was not worth saving

My shiny snake, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you slither, look and hiss,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about our first real kiss.

Let me remember where I went astray,
When you turned creepy, clever and awful.
Do you realise just how much evil dismay,
You caused me with your plight oh so painful.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your terrible smile, tongue and eyes.
Thinking of your woeful words fills my days.
My hate for you can only grow in disguise.

Now I must away with a weepy heart,
Remember my cruel words whilst we're apart.

To be a raindrop
Falling out of the grey sky
Hitting the ground hard

Me
Getting out of bed

A shank, however hard it tries,
Will always be bent.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the dirt covered earth,
Gently it goes - the resolute, the crooked, the unerect.

A hilt, however hard it tries,
Will always be ornamental.
Never forget the decorative and nonfunctional hilts.

Weapons are sharp edges.
Sharp edges are weapons.
Now old is just the thing,
Old blunts the edges

I saw the faint symbol of a generation destroyed,
How I mourned for a dagger.
Does a dagger make you shiver?
Does it?

Despite the virus
I hope
You all had a merry Christmas

I keep lying
and lying and lying and lying
And when I'm confronted about my lies
I lie more

My life is a lie
I don't tell the truth
Why do people listen
When all I say are lies

I don't know what day it is anymore
My dreams have never been wilder
I miss how things were before
When the world wasn't an outsider

Goes high up the tree
Just a little bird singin the highest c
And holds it thight

When the town is still
Finishing the cup
And brushing grimey teeth
I go outside

When I'm out about
The people keep on coming like in a crowded bar
And I see that like it goes
Some are alone
others go hand to hand

Evening cocktail bars
Maybe go outside
And maybe go to far
That's war

And even though it hurts
I don't feel a thing
When others say that different hands are different to the touch

But when the sun goes dow
I do what I think is best
Watch Bruce Lee on DVD
Just you and me and SunnyD

There was a young lady called Anne
All the way home she ran
But she never thought
That maybe she ought
To just stay away from the ram

From the great abyss of the heavens
A fragile flower came
Down to Earth it crashed
Saved by no one
But itself

How happy is the amused, blank bewilderment!
Blank bewilderment.
Does the blank bewilderment make you shiver?
does it?

The constitutional controversy is not private!
the constitutional controversy is exceptionally private.
Never forget the unexclusive and private constitutional controversy.

Acute annoyance is an obvious effect.
the obvious effect is an acute annoyance.
An acute annoyance is large. an acute annoyance is small-minded,
an acute annoyance is puny, however.

I saw the woolly posture of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the apparent awkwardness.
An apparent awkwardness is muzzy. an apparent awkwardness is confused,
an apparent awkwardness is a flocculent, however.

I saw the homophobic reaction of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the bitter backlash.
Does the bitter backlash make you shiver?
does it?

Soft, fluffy pillows
I could easily fall asleep
So I think I will

Life is full of ups and downs
Actually it is only ups and downs
I am bipolar

Watching the sunrise
It's so very beautiful
Can I go to bed?

Hello
Can you help me?
Can you help me understand why I feel this way
Why my stomach ties itself in knots and sends strange signals to my brain
Why I get nervous and jittery
Why I blush and blunder
Why I can't stop
Why my mind is crippling me
Why I can't do the things I want to
Why my mind won't stop even though I tell it to
If you could help me it'd be great
Bye

Poems are different
Like people and watches
They take different forms
From odes and to dactyls

A poem could be
A sonnet by Shakespeare
Or maybe you'd like
Funny limericks like Ed Lear

Some poems take shapes
And put them in concretes
While others write lyrics
That keep for them secrets

Many poems have structure
Like haikus and epics
Others float freely
Like elegy ekphrastics

That's it for poems
Though many are left
On this very website
Are some of them kept

Really

I want to sing but I don't know the notes
I want to run but I don't have legs
I want to cook but I don't have a recipe
I want to have fun but I don't have friends
I want to live but I don't have the will

"Love poems are not my thing"
I said
Before falling in love

Laying on a couch.
While the world
steps on the breaks.
No chores, tasks,
worries, only calm.
Every muscle still.
Though the mind
runs faster, faster.
Until finally,

everything stops.

There is only one thing that gets me out of bed
That smell of roasted dark beans
Ground up and put in a glass jar
Steaming hot water poured over them
To make the sound of angels
Then pressed down to make every single
Particle of flavour seep into the dark brown water
Pour the liquid into my favourite mug
And smile as I sip and look at the beautiful day outside

Crying over spilt milk won't do any good
But licking it off the floor is acceptable

Sunshine on the beach
A beautiful, fair girl skips
portrayed by the queen

The world turned upside down
My life did as well
Everything is on hold

I feel like my stomach turned to mush
Like my throat is closing and I can't breathe
I hear ringing in my ears but I hardly hear anything except the voice in my head
Telling me things that frighten me to death
I'm trying to sleep but I can't because the only thing I am capable of doing is trying to stay alive

But it's hard

Blossom
Frailest, fragrant
Flourishing, thriving, wilting
Ever so pink
Flower