Well of Words

Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.

A Poem

Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again

I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back

and I let go
to paper

The Poet In Me

Nice to see you here!

This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.

Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.

So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry

Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it

perjantai 6. toukokuuta 2016

Bound By A Shriek

With the first shriek
you fastened
my heart
to belong
as yours

hided it with your
tiny little fingers
into yours

without knowing
instantly forgetting
it there

bound together they
beat in oblivion
out of reach
yet reminded of
each other

from here to the last of breaths
inseparable


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I wrote this to a dear friend when their child was born


Night That Swallowed The Day

Eye patches
I put on to hold the light
I will remain here
I shut myself in
in bed molded here on
surrender as a relic
of life

powers beyond
will move even mountain
I cannot even only eyelids  of mine
close nor open

numbers of time run wild
till their goal
who and when
did close my shades
from the stare into dark

the envy for the day
and the ones who possess it
curse the night in which, I
fumble and scrabble
for a life
in my dark day
that swallowed the light
from nightless night


maanantai 2. toukokuuta 2016

Song Of Life

Song of life
comes with all colors and
genre's of music
though I enjoy only two

digitalization

brings it loud
and to all around
24/7
I would sometimes
just prefer to

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Thoughts of the Day


Cloudy haze
a misty maze
cotton candy

the days of my thoughts
cotton

dandelion's seedcase
in the will of winds
my thoughts
sway by drifting
waver away

an anchor I'd need
would you have it for me
days of my life
haze

cloudy maze
a rope to it to tie
the cotton to belt
gird the cloudy haze

anchor holds well but
rope suddenly starts to slip
cotton candy deprived from sweet
my thoughts my days
slip away before they end
what's left I now do own



Shades of Hell


The greys
with all of their shades
clouds with all the possible shapes
life with all its emotions


how heaven is so





attached to hell


bound so often
by one single word
or act
to chain of events

countless to imagine the colors
and hues of skies

hell does not burn
for it is black

and dark so that
as embraced
to its very depths

one begins to imagine black
not to lose sight
sidotut joskusyhdellä sanalla
     teolla
          tapahtumaan

laskea en saata värejä
sävyjä taivaan


helvetti ei pala
se on musta

niin synkkä että
syleillessään syvyyksiinsä
siellä alkaa kuvitella mustia
nähdäkseen

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elämän laulu on
kaikkia sävyjä, musiikin
genrejä
vaikka pitäisin vain
kahdesta
digitalisaatio
tuo soiton kaikkialle
24/7
joskus tahtoisin vain

o l l a

maanantai 18. huhtikuuta 2016

Patience

 Have mercy
on your soul
said the snail
to himself
at the beginning
of the glide up
the chute
of the seven storey high

sunnuntai 10. huhtikuuta 2016

You With Wings

My angel eyes
heavenly creature, angel of mine
lust for life dwells in your eyes
adorable unobtainable
that I am to my end
bound to pursue

smile of yours fades away doubt
of pain of life destructive to come

in your soul resides fairy-tale
of castles in the air
your heart thrives to people who
within it belong

in your vanes rushes
pinch of temper to collide

in your arms, fingers, wrists
gentle fragile nest
of an airy sigh

able to wing frozen butterflies
and birds to sing in understandable lines