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Sander S Vatn Oct 2017
Sing once again for me
Your toxic lies
Sink your fangs of venomous lies into my veins
And make me play your little game
Grow my love for you
While you cut away at my soul
Make me dance the dance of my own tragedy
Just remember not to make me question
Did you ever love me?
Some relationships leave a bad feeling for years afterwards
Sander S Vatn Oct 2017
The elements
All encompassing
Soul of the world
Humanity's way


Air
Taking flight through the skies
The wings of freedom
Roaring and howling
Leading us forth

Earth
Safe and stabile
Humble and strong
Unyielding and unending
Our home on this world

Fire
Burning and fierce
Destructive and renewing
Passionate and uncontrollable
Civilisation and family's hearth

Water
Mysterious and cold
Untamed and dark
Life giver and life taker
The explorers and the scholars way
Just praising the elements
Sander S Vatn Oct 2017
I dreamed one night
A dystopia I saw
No rules of engagement
All discussion denied
What happened here?
Did it come from the left?
From the right?
This cannot happen
To stop this is my call

I woke up in terror
A dystopia on its way
No way around it
All reason abandoned
What can I do?
Did this hell come from nothing?
From our mortal human soul?
This is where I draw the line
To fight it here and now

I looked out my window
A spark of hope is here
No weakness in our hearth
All for one and one for all
What brought us together?
Did the gods send us aid?
From their realms far away?
This is the beginning of the end
To stop a dystopia
A poem of my view of the political climate of the day
Sander S Vatn Oct 2017
A man walked into the forest with darkness on his mind
With him he had a brand new rope
By the full moon I'll be born and by the full moon I'll die he said
And with tears in his eyes he prepared his rope
But the huntress was watching this night, just as any other
She made the moon shine brighter than ever
And with the light blinding him
He did not notice how bad his knot was
So he fell, still alive
His rope falling upon him
Swearing to return
Thus the man lived till next moon

A man walked into the forest with a broken heart
With him he had a rope
By the full moon I'll be born and by the full moon I'll die he said
And with a hole in his soul he prepared his rope
But the huntress was watching this night, just as any other
She made the forest sacrifice a branch for him to live
And with the moon hiding the weakness in the branch
He did not notice anything
So he fell, still alive
The branch hitting him hard
Swearing to return
Thus the man lived till next moon

A man walked into the forest as a last resort
With him he had a weak rope
By the full moon I'll be born and by the full moon I'll die he said
And with a sigh he prepared his rope
But the huntress was watching this night, just as any other
She prepared an arrow to save him at last
And with the moon guiding her shot
He did not see the strain in his rope
So he fell, wioth an arrow in his chest
The rope snapped and he got impaled
Not able to return
Thus the huntress freed him that moon
a new poem for once
Sander S Vatn Sep 2017
Pennens krigere
Vi som faller ved sverdet
Men som aldri dør
Våre ansikter blir glemt
Men ei de ord vi skriver
Vi er udødelige
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi som kan tape vår frihet
Men som aldri blir dratt bort
Våre ord lyster til opprør
Men vi tyr ei til vold
Vi er uovervinnelige
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi som flyr som fugler
Men som er fanget i bur
Våre drømmer er om himmelen
Men de blir lært i lenker
Vi er fanger i vår egen kropp
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er små og store
Men det er ikke stort
Våre ord kan skrives for en
Men gjentas på tusen lepper
Vi er uforutsigbare
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er brødre og søstre
Men ei av samme blod
Våre forskjeller er store
Men vi står alle sammen
Vi er forente
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi som søker svar
Men som våger å leve
Våre ord kan vekke lyset
Men bare i vises hånd
Vi er tankens venn
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er helgener for de vise
Men slanger for de tankeløse
Våre ord kan gi sannhet
Men bare for de som ser
Vi er de som åpner øyne
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er forsvarere av våre verdier
Men det er ikke alltid bra
Våre ord kan spre hat
Men bare om kjærlighet blir glemt
Vi er gode og onde
Vi er alle pennens krigere
I'll translate this poem to English later on. The poem is to hounour poets past, present and future.
Sander S Vatn Sep 2017
How I long for you in the forbidden nights
I wish to feel your soft lips upon my skin
Let the moon shine on our bodies as we embrace
Our passion will speak tonight

How long must I wait until we are one
I have the need to feel the warmth you bring
Let us dance the dance of love
Our bodies scream in ecstasy


How our love shall grow in the moonlight
I must have you this day like it's our last
Let me into your heart so I can make it my home
Our life will forever be entwined
After heartbreaks love is a blessing
Sander S Vatn Sep 2017
Once I wanted to know you
Then I wished for you to like me
After that I hoped that you felt the same as I
Later I dreamed that you would love me
So I prayed for you to answer

Once I wanted you to not hate me
Then I wished for you to hate me.
After that I hoped I were enabled to hate you
Later I dreamed of giving up
So I prayed for you to stop

Once I wanted you to understand
Then I wished for you to care
After that I hoped that you'd eventually know
Later I dreamed of walking away
So I prayed for no one to feel that pain

Now I no longer care
I finally wish for you to be gone
In the end I hope for us both to change
Lastly I dream of my scars to fade away
Because I no longer pray
A broken hearth makes good poems, right?
Glad that is past me
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