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In the air

What if I'd press my nails through my palms
would try to breathe with the fishes
suppressed my mind
piling the remains for a new
better version of myself

The accordion compresses together
the air escapes from the everyday as the last chord
from the rhythm of life

A black hole swallows us all
corrodes the contaminates of the exterior
with the first breath of the morning
we're all present again


26/11/2016

Disappearing grip

You help me through the mist to the heat
we share the life as friends
the bond to you has always existed
- for an unknown reason

You are warm and approachable
rough but soft
under your arm is always good
hidden from the world - you and me

Draft to the heart is cold and freezing
- am I not enough for you after the hit,

even if I could give you my world?

Because of you, I'm falling


24/11/2016

The swing of mind

Would you swing the swing of my mind
with the same candid happiness
whom you experienced as a child
the determination
which grew into as an adult

Second one of my chain's is on the point of separation
Don't worry about it needlessly
I am
however I won't get broken
I've been created to swing


23/11/2016

Dream

In my thoughts
carefully joined
we evaporate into the air


10/11/2016

Encounter

You brushed my mind like it was a scar
which you hadn't notice before

You touched my hand gently like it was a house made of cards
that I wouldn't get scared

You kissed me like I was a snowflake
which you wanted to melt into you


8/11/2016

What are you?

Is anything eternal
in this reality

How limited is your mind
on a limited scale

Do you believe what you believe
where you stand
where you fall, you fall asleep
sinking into eternal sleep

Where are you?


7/11/2016

Thought errors

Would you undress me
eat the thoughts of death
even for a moment
stop the hectic world

You swallow
the prejudices and tell
how things are
while breathing me

You stroke my face the other way
how could I
be able to do the same as you do
- my thoughts are troubled by the amount of contrast

Seconds, minutes and hours
compete by gnawing me
with myself,
and there are no brakes on this train


4/11/2016

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Note!

The poems have currently been translated all the way back to October 2016, others will mostly appear in Finnish. My apologies, the process takes quite a long time with this many poems. I hope you can still enjoy the ones that are translated!

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