It's taken from my second full collection, Whatever You Don't, Just Don't. If you fancy a signed copy, drop me a DM and I'll sort one out for you...
It's taken from my second full collection, Whatever You Don't, Just Don't. If you fancy a signed copy, drop me a DM and I'll sort one out for you...
When you left
A Strain of your hair
remained on
your favorite pillow
I have used it
ever since
And I stopped
brushing my hair
@poetenrandi
When you left
A Strain of your hair
remained on
your favorite pillow
I have used it
ever since
And I stopped
brushing my hair
@poetenrandi
I see my angel
covered in
inkstayned feathers
Turning his back on me
as he walks around
the grey concrete wall
I close the passage to
my bleading heart
My eyes and body shuts
He is out of sight
A tearfull sigh slipps out
from between my lips
Now is not the time
@poetenrandi
I see my angel
covered in
inkstayned feathers
Turning his back on me
as he walks around
the grey concrete wall
I close the passage to
my bleading heart
My eyes and body shuts
He is out of sight
A tearfull sigh slipps out
from between my lips
Now is not the time
@poetenrandi
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Take me dancing
I said
You cant dance
He said
So I went to the dancefloor
And soared around pretending
Looking at his back
Tears ran down my face
Later That night I very silently
Whispered bitter in his ear
You know, you cant dance either
@poetenrandi
Take me dancing
I said
You cant dance
He said
So I went to the dancefloor
And soared around pretending
Looking at his back
Tears ran down my face
Later That night I very silently
Whispered bitter in his ear
You know, you cant dance either
@poetenrandi
I see my angel
covered in
inkstayned feathers
Turning his back on me
as he walks around
the grey concrete wall
I close the passage to
my bleading heart
My eyes and body shuts
He is out of sight
A tearfull sigh slipps out
from between my lips
Now is not the time
@poetenrandi
I see my angel
covered in
inkstayned feathers
Turning his back on me
as he walks around
the grey concrete wall
I close the passage to
my bleading heart
My eyes and body shuts
He is out of sight
A tearfull sigh slipps out
from between my lips
Now is not the time
@poetenrandi
På tide å bli litt mer bevisst om hva de holder på med, og hva vi kan gjøre med det - skriver jeg i Aftenposten.
På tide å bli litt mer bevisst om hva de holder på med, og hva vi kan gjøre med det - skriver jeg i Aftenposten.
Et dikt fra boka mi "Stjernene i øynene dine".
Et dikt fra boka mi "Stjernene i øynene dine".