On an' on
I'm just another brick in the wall
In your wall, eh?
You tried to build yourself on my remains
You used bricks you stole from me
You used me
I loved you
I wanted to fix you but I forgot
that you can't fix others
But you can fix yourself using others
I forgot to watch my back
because I trusted you
Now I'm always watching my back
I do not trust
I do not sleep
I am broken
Take what you want
but do not take it from me

Nemo

 (This thor's day we take a trip to the year 2013 and Jasper, Canada. I wrote this poem during the world café)

I've been made of forgotten words
Imaginary sights at the end of the flashlight
Like this young man with dark hair
and eyes no emerald green

My heart beats too slow
so no one could never know
What I feel
when the night gets dark
You can see tracks of my tears
coming from my greatest fears

I want to hop the world three times around
then sleep and never wake up
Sometimes wondering will someone
at some place and time
Make me feel loved
Will someone
at some place and time
Notice what I'm doing to myself


Forgotten words
Dead languages
That's what I'm made of
That's what I am
No one
in the eternity

A Wiccan Bible

 (This throwback thursday leads us to the year 2014 and course called Creative Writing. We had to write the memory of an object, so I did it from my wiccan bible)

Over the sea I flew
with a seeker by my side
Excited I was, indeed
when she chose me
From Canada to Finland
over the Atlantic sea I came
New, country, new language
Gladly she speaks english with me
She dresses me up with bright lines
I am a bible
a wiccan one
came from Canada
Finland is my home