Satunnainen teksti

In the Dark

Coldness sharpens me
dots are distance
on top of the frosty characters

The angular spiral has found me


My soul screams inwards
my blood boils silently
I'm sweeping my steps from your heart

Are we more of the same now?


14/2/2020

Pieces

I'm trying to talk
myself to the presence
The spacing between lines seems inviting
cry for help
inside the phlegmatic frame

Sometimes I find myself in your arms
sometimes I unnoticeably sweep myself under the doormat
sometimes I get catapulted into the future with a space cannon
sometimes I notice myself fragmented into the past

Floating in the ocean I created
near you stretching the borders of the puddle
With the starry sky
we can breathe
Time really is a concept


4/2/2020

Note!

The poems have currently been translated all the way back to March 2017, 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

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