"norns" poems
The Norns weren't kind
When they wove our fate
You were gone too soon
While I was left behind
To slowly fade
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:50 PM UTC
This is where we cross paths
Is it meant to be?
When you speak the hooks sink deeper
Echoings inside of me
Eyes of pure desire
Masked by double-meanings
I saw her say she loves me
But I was only dreaming
I will light your house on fire
If you do not give me your name
I trace the length of your fingers
The grace of hips leave me insane
I still do not dare touch you
Your coy smile slipping on and off
Your words hint at love and grandeur
The joy of simple life
As if the Norns have snipped a thread
Bony fingers knot us together
I feel the hands of fate
Upon the tapestry eternal
Vibrations I know you must feel
Vibrations I know you feel
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
You once told me
That we're bound to
Be star-crossed lovers
Ill-fated by the Norns
Doomed to fail from
The very start
And so we remain
Perfectly unfinished
A bittersweet loose end
Beautifully haunting the
Back of my mind to
The end of my days
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 12:24 PM UTC
Three figures stand in silence,
Looking out to space.
Their hoods hide them from me,
But I’m naked before their eyes.
The Moirae in their white robes,
Cold and uncaring.
They stand and speak the future,
And I am bound by them.
Erinyes draped in serpents,
Blood dripping from their eyes.
Their fury flows out toward me,
I bow before their wrath.
The three Laimas stand before me,
My life is in their hands.
They speak what will happen,
And I listen to their will.
The Norns draw forth water,
And pour it on the roots.
They weave the weird around me,
They pull me where I go.
Fate she stands before me,
She holds me in her hands,
I move to overcome her,
And find the one true Graal.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
From the beginning was the Wyrrd,
and the Wyrrd was in the hands of the Norns.
These three weird sisters held men's fates .
They handled , measured and cut
the strands of fate
Some think them witches
or else the classical Fates.
These are the Norns.
They measure out our days.
Do not look
Do not dare to gaze upon
The faces of Fate
The Weird sisters
Flee, Macbeth, thane of Cawdor!
Fly Thane of Glamis
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
One long endless night passes yet again,
Never mind counting sheep, I’m now counting flocks.
The days blur into dreams of classics...
I am Ahab, and sleep becomes my whale!
Countless twinkling lights mock me through the open window
Judging me from their perch in the night sky above.
I eat another bowl of meaningless carbs,
Hoping the article on my Twitter feed wasn’t just fluff,
I load and reload the harpoon, as I miss my shot time and time again.
I fade again. Woozy now. Eyes slow blinking...
The whale is smiling, it's tail flipping, and mouth all grinning, stabbing teeth. I fire and miss.
He laughs, ignoring this, and drenches me in ****
He flashes me a toothy grin as he disappears underwater.
He isn't coming back.
My bed becomes a porcupine.
My pillow becomes a stone.
My blanket becomes a sheet of burs woven by the Norns.
My eyelids become coarse-grade sandpaper.
My back becomes a banshee screeching in pain.
My legs become restless deer who sense a nearby wolf.
My hair begins growing perversely inward.
My bladder becomes the Trevi Fountain in Rome.
My thoughts become the last horses running the Triple Crown.
My heart becomes a double bass playing Skeletons of Society.
He appears again, far away from my ship, head turning in the distance, pity on his face.
He turns back toward the open sea and is gone.
I perform a complex horizontal maneuver
That CNN’s Dr. Gupta said soothes "The sleepless body at night".
(He’s a ******* liar!)
The melting white whale becomes a series rectangles above me,
They form a drop ceiling,
With sprayed-on popcorn, and unexplained little holes
That provide me with a giant connect-the-dots ceiling!
WHEN suddenly a shrill, repeating, soul-crushing
Cacophony wracks what little sanity remains within me, trapped in this never-ending, soul-crushing trap of mind-numbing numbidity...
It's that God-forsaken, three-inch square, , ***** capitalist son-of-a-bitch-of-a-red-blinking-bastard-of-a-heartless-mother telling me it’s time to start a new day...
**** you alarm!
I still haven’t finished the last one.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
What is this shadow looming by?
What is this monstrous thing?
What is this jagged dagger ******
Upon my golden wing?
What is this dreadened storm within?
What is this sorry voice?
That says I should accept my fate;
That says this was my choice.
What are these chains that pull me down?
What are these poison thorns?
What makes me want to waste away,
As doth decree the Norns?
What is this hellish place I've built?
What is this drifting sleep?
What makes me want to suffocate,
Underground six feet deep?
What is this curse, this feeling cruel?
That makes me weep the sea?
And drown in the reflecting sky,
The monster that is me?
My em'rald eyes, my em'rald soul,
My envious design
What kind of feeling hurts like this
For reasons asinine?
And why do I feel what I feel,
When we're so far away
Why did I think this life would last
Until the end of day?
Why have I fooled myself so much
For someone I can't feel,
For someone that I cannot reach,
For someone that's not real?
Why is this cruelty happening?
Why is this world much so?
And all I can but do is laugh.
Because I'll never know!
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Everything in life is temporary
it all ends, but the problem is when things end somthing new begins and you just have to deal with all these beginnings and endings
Everything is temporary
Sadness, love, life, passion, friendships, homes, familys, joy day, night, sleep, awake
It all ends
And you just watch it end over and over again and you have to deal with it
Theres one thing that dosent have an end but still begins and thats death.
It begins but never ends thats why everyone craves it or fears it so dearly
I can think of a million things that never begin but always end
But deaths the one thing that begins without an end.
What brings all these beginings and endings in a cycle only stopped by death?
The three norns
The future is an end, look forward and a million things have already ended
Time brings all ends
And beings bring beginnings, beings desperately build things up hoping not to have ot smashed down by time, but it always happenes, a cycle
The past are things that are to end and the present is things that are ending
The cycle is boring
And sad
It just means your stuck
Theres only one end
That lastts forever and thats death
No happiness without sadness yet there seems to be sadness without happiness all the time
death wont leave me
death dosent forget about you
death dosent leave its forever, past a point of no return
thats beuty
in a universe full of cycles
the only true beuty is an end
Yet objects dont end
When i die my body will decay and go into another cycle
But i will be over
I will be dead
thats whats so beautiful about the anomaly of life
Things cycle forever, never to end
But beings get to end
I truly pity things without being
They cycle forever
No end for them
but the strangetys of the infinantes gave us being!!!
and thats what separate beings from everything else
We die
We get the beautiful gift of an end
Making the most of life is pointless when most ends
if i make the most of a friendship its still gonna end
Everythings temporary and thats never ending
What making the most gives you is only an end that makes you look back and wish things lasted forever?
Pure unfiltered nostalgia
Pain
Regret
Regret of letting it end
Knowing you could have done something to stop it from ending
Regret of not saying more
Not doing the things you where scared to do
but now its over and theres no way to do anything because everythings temporary
Except death
Death lasts forever
An end without an end
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC