Author: ghetran

Happy again

Life sure has a way of catching you off guard and surprise the hell out of you. Just when you´ve given it all up and diagnosed yourself as a hopeless misfit, you find yourself happy again. At first it´s such a new emotion you don´t know what to do with it, or with yourself, for that matter. You panic, you cry, you break down. Just in case it needs to be done. Because it´s so beautiful it can´t possibly last. And you know what a hole it will leave in your existence if it doesn´t. But then it´s so good, so patient and so persistent, not asking anything from you that you´re not ready to give, not leaving you waiting, not playing with your feelings, not fucking it all up. So after a while you give in. 😉 And this very feeling is what makes life worth living, I swear!

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Hagen in Trondheim

I’m in Trondheim again, a short day trip for work, but I have a few hours to kill.  And you know me, what better thing to do than go for a stroll (although the weather is shitty, meaning my feet are soaked and my  shoes -probably ruined!) and try out coffee and a wrap at Hagen, the talk of the town.😜😋☕️🌮 Organic food, slow cooked and the nicest service in ages.😎

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Promises of the Flesh

We embrace hastily

Fumbling for words

We can´t say yet

It´s too early for promises

And yet the waiting

Is ripping me apart.

 

We fall into each other

Wanting more

Reaching for a piece of each other´s soul

Like it was tangible

Like you could measure it in words

Or in prayers

Like it wasn´t just a hidden spot

Like it was out in the open

Up for grabs

 

If I kiss you more

Stick my tongue down your throat

Breaking down barriers

Unleashing the torrent of desire

Will you stop for a moment

And look into my eyes?

 

February 2016

The Day

Lazy mornings, coffee in my hand
When the soul is restful
And the mind is calm
Are the best part of the day.

It’s when I’m ready to take on the world,
Before everything gets ruined
By people’s lack of courtesy
And by my incapacity to deal
With everyday trivialities
I’m getting better at it, though
I stopped lying to myself, for one,
Now I only lie to others
It’s how it works
If you want to make it out of the day
ALIVE.

February 2016

Trembling

My flesh is trembling with desire,

I reach out for you

And smile a crooked smile.

 

My  alter ego

Bursts into laughter

She takes her full red lips to my ear

And says “get yourself together,

Pleasure is pain and you know it.”

And then she laughs again

“This will only leave you naked,

As soon as he´s torn down your guard

He´ll step on your soul

With dirty rubber boots.”

 

I answer her defiantly

“No pain, no gain!

I´ll give it all, once again

Like I always do,

I never tire,

It´s how you play this game.

 

Let him have my heart

Rip it all out

If that´s what it takes

I´ll try my hand at it.”

 

February 2016

Encounters

 

To all my fast encounters

With whom I lost a bit of my soul

Trying to squeeze love

From damp wrestlings of the flesh

Telling myself it was the only way

To feel alive, farewell.

 

I was content just listening

To your sorrows

And sucking a bit of your sap

Until I realised you´re green,

You´re as green

As an unripe cherry.

 

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Sunday calm

Life goes on and it has a strange way of figuring itself out, just like people say it will. So I find myself on the right track again (back to some sort of normality, that is). I´m dining out some, making dinner again (only a couple of times now, but hey, it´s a start!), answering my phone (if you´re lucky, that is) and enjoying life to the fullest-movies and moon light. 😉 New beginnings are so beautiful, but they tend to take up all your energy, so I sometimes retreat to my work and poetry. And I allow myself to freak out from time to time. 😉

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Loneliness

Airports are such lonely places
People pretending to be busy
So they don’t have to talk to each other-
I’m good at this game
I can sit for hours
Without looking anybody in the eye-
I master this postmodern existence
To perfection.

I can read their restlessness, though-
They’re eager to go back to their homes
To their children or pets,
Or simply to put their feet up
And knit themselves a scarf.

The loneliness we bear is tangible
We’re clothed in it,
We drink it from our coffee cups
It’s dripping in our ears
From our headphones.

I’ve never felt more at home
And as disconnected amidst them,
Never felt as detached as today
But I don’t care, ’cause I have you.