Felleskapets onde
av MSS den 7. februar 2021
Det er sammen med andre
at jeg hater meg selv
mest.
Too young to be this broken
av You'd like to know den 31. januar 2021
I look at her for a while, study the tears stained eyes and the broken smile that even Frankenstein would not know what to do with. I still wonder how eyes can reflect such pain, as if it should not be possible and yet there they are; tearing through your soul. At last I conjure up a bit of courage and ask “ why do you keep giving so much of yourself to those who give nothing back?”.
She looks away for a little while, her eyes goes distant and silence covers us like a thick fog making it almost unbearable to breath. With somber in her throat, she finally answers “ because if I can save one person, just one, then that is enough for me”.
I let the words wander in my mind, but they never settle. I understood why, I almost did not want to. As if it somehow would be easier if I just did not. But it was too late, the words were burnt to my heart and the pain left a sillage that went straight across.
With a deep breath, holding back tears, I ask with such pain in my voice I did not quite understand how the words came out… “why can’t that one person be you?”
She does not answer, but she does not have to. The words are so clear across her face, it is like someone carved the words into her skin; “because I’m not worth it, because I don’t deserve it, because there is nothing left to save”. All these answers rolling down her cheeks in the form of tears. They were so toxic, I almost expected them to burn through her like acid.
Once again, I am staring at her. Looking at the eyes of someone too young to be feeling this sad. Looking at someone with too many emotions for this world. Looking at someone who so desperately needs to be saved, and no way of saving.
- I would have set this world on fire, if there were a slight chance that it would’ve made you smile.
370 kroner timen når jobben egentlig er sabla enkel
av MSS den 23. januar 2021
Og så skulle jeg ønske
at det var mulig for deg å
bare sage rundt skallen min
løfte av topplokket
titte nedi
og se for deg sjæl
hvor jævlig ille det egentlig står til.
It takes two
av MSS den 19. januar 2021
Hvor mange løgner
rommer denne sengen
Og hvor mange hemmeligheter
bærer dette forholdet
Ukvemsord spyttes langs veggene
skuffelsen slenges i dørene
og mistrivselen siver ut vinduene
Men hver kveld
heises det hvite flagget
og vi forsones
inntil morgendagen
Sovner inn
i hvert vårt univers
hvor den andre
ikke eksisterer
Ei litta bauta
av MSS den 18. januar 2021
Trenger ikke
kart og kompass
for å vite
hvor jeg har deg hen.
Behøver ikke
redningsvest og nødrakett
for å vite
at du tar imot.
Et stødig anker
i all slags vær
og i hver en havn
Du forblir.
Som et fjell, sa du
av MSS den 18. januar 2021
La meg bare
gråte oss i søvn
skrike deg øredøv
knuse frokostserviset
røske tak i hjertet ditt
rive det ut
for så å
legge det fint på plass.
Så skal vi se
hvor stødig du står.
Alfa og omega
av MSS den 18. januar 2021
Om
du bare hadde forstått
hvor
verdifull
fundamental
berikende
uunnværlig
du er i mitt liv
ville du kjempet
med nebb og klør
og alt som er
for å holde ut.
Dripping in red…
av You'd like to know den 12. juli 2020
I will be your canvas, I will be your colours.
Whenever inspiration strikes, I will let you paint your emotions.
So, when your heart becomes too loud, and your hands begin to quiver; I will be your art.
And as colours spew against the walls, I wonder where your mind wanders.
And, I wonder when there is no more room left on me for new paintings, when the colours have run dry. What then?
Will you find someone new, someone with more vibrant colours?
Or will you finally put down the brush, and see the masterpiece that was always there; dripping in red.
– For you always said I looked best in red.