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
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Satunnainen teksti
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!
Number of poems still to be translated
- fi 515
Marked
- ⛶ Book 1: Henkäys (71)
- ⛶ haiku (15)
- ⛶ you-poetry series (7)
- ⛶ i-poetry series (6)
- ⛶ naked thought (5)
- ⛶ queer (2)