She thought roses would set her free
But unforgiving thorns changed her mind, You see
The color red deceives;
As blood runs out spilling like thieves.


I Almost Touched His Hands

I almost touched his hand
When I reach over the shelf
I almost touched his hand
While realizing what I felt

I almost touched his hand
When I knew things are getting heavy
I almost touched his hand
Then I realized… I was not ready

I almost touched his hand
When on that same shelf
I saw my old revolver

I almost touched his hand
When I thought it’s going to be over

Screams Over The Horizon

As I walk along the pier

The Norwegian wind

Caresses my face

The creak of the wood

Underneath every step

Touched the soles of my shoes


Relaxed, I was

While the people lived

Amongst the sound of

The sails


Woeful conversations

With laughter and interest

Occupied my attention


I was not alone


And then I witnessed

The descending ball of flames

Oh so slowly kissing the Fjords

Just like old friends


The reflection shines the sky

Every ray of light

Turned this whole world

Blood red

My eminent fear

Crawled up

Hugged my whole being

As I gripped the railing


I Looked up

To see the fire

Covering the azure

While I shivered

My chilly fingers;

Frozen in the moment


From the horizon

To my skin

I felt an ache

To scream


My chest –in pain

My head –insane

The morning star disappeared


I lost sight of the people

I lost sight of the pier

I lost sight of myself


I was alone.

Used To It

I hear the shouts

From this deep well

I was in. The cries,

The agony, the pain.

And yet it lulled me to sleep

Like it carried my sweetest dreams

Like it carried my everything.