"eger" poems
I am from too long grass
that left muted green stains on my knees
From rock gardens overrun with punny yellow snapdragons
which delivered into my care all sorts of fascinating creepy crawlers
I'm from ash grey two by fours
which were all together fun to climb on
but gave nasty splinter when they were mad
I'm from the woodchips and sand
that provided me an elaborate landscape
in which to house my boundless imagination
I'm from the tail of sulfur smoke
that burned white hot through the crisp October Sky
and propelled my rocket to high heaven
or so it seemed to my eger eyes
I am from Thursdays
from green and red rhubarb leaves
and dirt under every fingernail
I'm from hurling half-rotten tomatoes
at the fence accross the ally
and running haphazardly from angry neighbors
I'm from lasagna and jell-o
candels on Christmas eve
and the squirt bottle of water
my only defense against ants
I am from obscure old families
who came over like so many others
and played the ***** in the secret choir loft above the church
I'm from woodwinds and piano strings
and never a silent moment
From reading aloud and reading alone
and from those who did the reading
I'm from the future and the present and the past of a million different stories
And I've always been headed towards
Where I'm from.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Jeg sidder
med en vin på skødet
og en smøg
mellem fingrene
imens jeg kigger på blå lys
Drenge som taler om byer
og piger der taler om drenge
Slørede blikke
svævende ord
hen over menneskerne
Du danser på et bord
skriger at du eger verden.
Er par år senere fortalte du mig
at du døde indeni den tid
At du var så i live udenpå
men indeni
var du helt tom
udover røgen i dine lunger
og vodkaen i din mave
At det var tre år
som du endte med at leve
resten af dit liv
Og nu lever du af resterne
Og du er selv rester nu
af en du tidligere har været.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
Lost of words.
Lost of sense of mind.
Lost.
But found as well.
My forest of captivating darkness.
My forest of sadness.
My forest of overwhelming power to keep you there.
Stuck where you are.
You have become a prisoner of hell.
You have fallen.
Theres said to be no way to get out of the burdened hell.
We all try to climb out of this forest.
We all try to see threw the harsh fogged areas of this forest.
In order to find the secret to leave and see the sun once again.
Barely breathing under the land you once ruled.
Under in this place.
You are so eger to be in the place you have ruled your entire life.
One day you suddenly fell.
A spirit came to take you.
They came and buried you under and no one can find you.
No one has found you for almost years.
No ones taken you from this hell ful place.
Till suddenly now.
Someone has dug up a whole threw the concrete.
The have pulled me up and out of the hell.
I am finally out.
I am finally ruling my world once again.
But this person does anyone know whom it is?
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
You make yourself up into something you'll never be ,
Take off the disguise or that's all you'll ever see,
Let me just be me Let society take me for what I am ,
This was a stand I took befor it was popular ..
Before everybody desired to be something their not ,
No one will take your spot in the line to the carbon factory
Their just as Eger as you are ,
They don't enjoy being different. ,
They must be the same Like clones trying to one up the other .
We waste our time fallowing the leader ,
So long that we've forgotten who the leader even was,
Give society a rain check and just be you
Dont lose track of who you really are.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC