#fjord
I'm glad that it was me.
When the moon turned dark
And you didn't know what you wanted to be
When you hadn't left your mark
I put the blame on me
When the scale started to tilt
And blood was all I could see
I watered your flower to not wilt
And kept mine away from the sea
In the silence between heartbeats
There's a loyalty I must keep
No matter how much I bleed
No matter how much I weep
And when you cause me pain
It means nothing
Because although you understand me
I guess that means something
If I hadn't been blamed
For something I didn't do
If you had been blamed instead
Who knows what you would do
I will carry this pain from mountain to fjord
If it means you will succeed
If it means that you are alive today
Then I know it was meant to be.
I'm glad that it was me.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
placed a heart inside a box,
box, sealed with a zillion locks.
then she went down on one knee,
with eyes closed she couldn’t see.
on her shoulder laid a sword,
she recalled the ghost of fjord,
for her journey to begin,
need she open din within.
placed a feather on that knee,
dropped her bones into a scree,
cold air breeze stayed far behind,
as her soul with stars aligned.
her heart remained inside a box,
someone took of all the locks,
on a sword he dropped a tear,
filled his hunger with a fear.
no one else but ghost of fjords, welcomed her amongst the wards.
feather fell on blood sprayed scree,
begins the journey with the sea.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
~ Can anyone solve my riddle poem? ~
An infinite schriek
Passing through nature,
Featureless, ungendered,
Not an individual creature
Frozen in time
Overlooking a fjord
More than a century later
Is still highly adored
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
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At the fjord
a body floats on a board
how it got there
no one knows
At seaside
you pushed against the tide
I didn't send you off
but you came back
I begged for you
at least stay true
keep away
your harmful attitude
There you are
washed ashore from afar
How did you get here
and why did you come?
It took me so many beaches
and seas just to reach this
a part of my own
somewhere to calm
You will never know
with what I fought and how
I can't make you more
than a in-the-back-of-my-head thought
I kneel down next to you
I don't know if you sacrificed and what you've been through
I'm feeling reluctant to cut you off
but it's too late for other choices
I smile, I'm sorry
I won't forget, don't worry
I take a rock
and end it then and there
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Past the point of plastered
room spinning, like a wheel
as would rank amateur, a *******
the nausea, that you feel
Imbibed to the limit
arriving at the brink
as example, or exhibit
of alcohol, to stink
Head down, shoulders rolling
praying to the porcelain lords
no way, no how, controlling
as overflowing, dikes, and fjords
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC