with tight lips
to not let any of me slip
I the embodiment of fear
wrapped in a gold cloth
I am rich
rich in potential
its raining over me
so much that I can't see


Where I am going

trust no one
but trust me
in the middle of nowhere
where tranquility is a rare resource
and inner peace the prize

defeat the purpose
put it in a bottle and throw it in the sea,
and sometimes it's not a good idea to be too curious, after all,
you might find something out

It's unclear where writing poems will get me,

But they have gotten me out of my mind, hardships, suffocating fears

And that's ok if that's all I get

you can make a knife out of anything
a heart

you can intoxicate yourself
you know too much
your own intentions,
worries,
mirror from within

a part of me knows
another part pretends not to know

dancing around the tone of her voice
exhaling too loud to drown the echoes
of "I love that color" and the "aren't you the neighbor girl?"

when a 22 year old meets a 97 year old-
rest in peace, Ole

You feel uninteresting
Unappealing
Want to get unstuck
You strive to be part of a larger entity
But you sit and watch