someone

feel my heart burning inside

my chest too big 

my hands too tight 

my words burn into truth

my question retreat into old temples 

will become someone new

while thinking about you.

words rapport

words have left me 

like its voice left Bon Jovi 

in an afternoon 

while drinking a Pepsi with his buddies 

words have quarreled with one another and have exchanged strange monologues

and they were left on a paper 

to pick up the pieces of emotions broken in small paragraphes 

what does the mind to the heart and reverse. 

words have left me in a night

passed midnight

after writing a letter

they were found running in the middle of a highway 3 hours walk from the point of no return. 

Police wrote a rapport:

To whom it may concern, 

on the night of August 12 th, 

rebel words were caught smoking some small interjections and dancing rock and roll. 

ill

when you feel ill 

my heart sinks 

a little bit 

it burns 

a little bit 

and I just wish, hope and pray to a God you do not know 

for your health and reassurance you are not alone. 

thoughts

To arrive safe. To have fun. To connect or to reconnect. 

some jiters about first meetings, 

knew how important they were, but I also knew how prepared you would have gone

Annoyed on myself. Annoyed for caring. 

forest lake

tears like the lake I never visited in my grandfathers forest. 

tears I hide 

tears I will never regret 

because I need them to protect my eyes 

so I can say goodbye. 

South America

South America is a rebel 

endlessly beautiful

full of life 

of dance, of rhitm

of mountains to be cherished and loved 

South America is the land that will never settle 

it is passion and it is poetry 

it is a love that will end in an instance, but its story will remain and caress your soul forever. 

South America is the land that has no fear.

like a teenager

I remeber those days you somehow dissapeared. 

I remember thinking it was not normal feeling the way I felt when you returned. 

sad and happy and a bit relieved to see you at the same time 

Relieved I see you again, and gelous, like a teenager. And feeling unfit for it.

I was not entitled to feel it. But my heart has no rules. Has no social guidelines. It just is. 

If I would try to make her be some other way 

I am too big for you to hold me