Don’t you wish you could write poems? I can’t, but I try anyhow. I’m writing unfinished ones because I might change them later. Or I might not.

thus (2002-10-15)

for thus it's not given,
for all to see the truth,
beast or beauty.

for thus it's not given
the beauty and horror
of it all

she (2002-12-01)

for each day that passes,
without me telling her,
how I feel,
a part of me fades.

fragment (xmas 2002)

Rommet er tusmørkt,
foruten det kalde, hardre månelyset
Hvitt og spøkelsesaktig

(recorded nov 2003)

the sunrise,
the sea of skies,
the sound,
the look of a bleeding world

(recorded nov 2003)

waves sloshing
the sky below bathed in fire

(recorded nov 2003)

I am like a zombie
among the living
with an ice wall
between

(recorded nov 2003)

never in, never out
of touch
not sharp, nor dim

miste (dec 2003)

jeg vil miste deg
jeg ville ikke, jeg fikk
jeg trodde, jeg ville,
jeg hadde
du sklir vekk,
jeg står igjen.  Alene

savn (dec 2003)

jeg savner henne
som ingenting før
jeg savner henne
jeg falt, snublet, datt
hun hjalp meg opp
for så å la meg falle igjen.
Alene

* (dec 2003)

Oh, thee giver of love,
may thee again look
upon me with friendly eyes.
May Lady Fortune be
with me and give me luck,
may she guide the world 
to a state of
equilibrum and peace.

shimmer (dec 2003)

The meaning
a light in the dark
a shimmering star
a hope
hold on

unattention (march 14th 2004)

dancing
then losing attention
standing, staring,
before realizing the thought
of missing her.
The girl.

dueling (march 14th 2004)

Thoughts dueling
fighting, shifting,
all the time.

Neither winning,
nor clear what they are.
Tell, not tell

What are they,
what is real?
what will be?

Wandering (march 18th 2004)

You let me in
You showed me
and helped me
understand and care

I went wandering,
thinking, thinking.

Love (march 23rd 2004)

Walking among the stars,
like a ship on the oceans.
Strong, peaceful, calm.
I love you.

Trust (March 28th 2004)

lying there,
breathing.
Eyes closed
leaning, feeling.
trusting.

Yr (April 25th 2004)

yr kjøler mine brennende lepper
der jeg vandrer
gjennom det gule, myke, våte mørket.

(from an exam, 2004, spring)

I sat there,
crying.
Then suddenly, I understood.
What was mud was now clear.

Still, you are telling me.
You're not good enough.
I want you, but not like that.

(from an exam, 2004, spring)

A sea.
A sea of heads
blonde, brown, black.
Moving.
Desks screaming, as their rubber danced thereupon.
A head looking all about.
Everybody writing.

(from an exam, 2004, spring)

I love
I hate
I rage
I want to stop

Hurting (2006-07-09)

I hurt you,
I continue hurting you,
I want to stop,
but it is so hard

You don't scream
You don't rage
You are just hurt

Ghosts (2008-09-14)

Walking
Walking uphill
Past the ghosts,
Through the ghosts.
I wish you were here