I come from a land of silence
brought up with kindness and generosity,
I wanted to become Bruce Wayne,
but I ended up drinking Coca Cola.
I come from a family where
it didn't matter if you were rich or poor,
you ate your peasoup the same way as others,
or if you wanted to go to Turku.
I come from a house full of stories,
that ended with 42 tulips
next to a solitary coffin.
I come from the past,
where I listened to Stratovarius,
yet I look into space
for a new odyssey and a guide.
I come from the world,
but I always end up at home.
I come from science.
I come from literature,
which was written by fellow Finns
long before
Horizon
I look at the clouds
gently being carried
by the wind, as
the city unravels
around me.
People rushing,
back and forth
in an un-ending stream.
They never stop,
to look around.
Someone sits next
to me and sighs.
I listen to the person's
plight and open
my heart.
I listen as the clouds
give away to a star
filled sky and
as the stars give
away to blinding light.
That day, I thought
of that person
sitting next to me,
sharing that moment.
I will not forget you,
as long as there
are stars
on the horizon
I lost my head
as I spun into fantasy,
my thoughts were
clear, but you were
the only thing that
mattered in my head.
Everytime I closed my
eyes, I saw you.
I won't call it love
because only you
can invoke this feeling
within me.
I can't shake away
the thought of you,
and that brings a smile
to my face and
cures me of all my
ailments.
I just want you, because
I feel something
better than love when
I'm with you.
With you, I feel safe,
with you, I feel warm
and whenever we talk
I forget everything
that is happening
around the world.
I just want to be
with you, no matter
if we are dancing
on a field of roses, or
ta
Leaving this one untitled on purpose by Stivvy, literature
Leaving this one untitled on purpose
I don't
remember everything
that I've been told
and forgotten some
parts of my life
I have always known
the ghosts of my past,
even when I tried to forget,
but I only forgot you
somewhere along the
way
yet you always
come back to
me.
And I always
smile
when you do.
The echoes
of the past
surround me
when I look into your
eyes as I lose myself,
in our story.
My heart tells me to rejoice
as my head tells me
that what we had
is now gone.
I refuse to listen, I don't
want to hear nor see.
I want to live in
this moment
and I won't let it
fade.
Dear you,
I know what h
"Ecstasy"
The tips of my fingers itch,
droplets of sweat run down my neck
as the pen touches the paper.
Feelings come back to me,
like an old friend, I am welcomed
with open arms.
The feeling is intoxicating,
I black out as the chills
reach my spine.
I let the pen fall down
as I explore the caverns
of my consciousness, finding
places I have not seen.
I pick up the pen and
write on the paper.
"Never let go,
never let it get away".
Mimicry
Two steps forward
Two steps back
With each movement,
you do the same,
like a reflection of me,
but I don't see
myself as you.
As I read through
chapters of my life,
you flip the pages
for us both, yet
we are not reading
the same story.
Each sentence will
always be,
different.
As I lay my head
on my pillow, you
stare at me, keeping
me awake, filling my
head with questions
about myself. If I
forget you, I'll lose
a part of myself.
If I embrace you,
I will forever change.
You are the me,
who will never be
"A Gift For You"
I gave you a box,
containing the three
things I hold dear
to me.
I left them for you,
my fourth, the
most important.
The first was my
eye. Though morbid,
it was the way
I saw your true
beauty with my
eyes, and I wanted
you to see, what I
see in you, everyday
in my life.
Next was the thing
that keeps me
alive.
I gave you my heart,
to express how
strong my feelings
towards you are.
You make my heart
beat everyday.
The final thing
in that box,
was a mirror.
The person in that
mirror, is the one,
that I will say
these words to,
that person is you.
I love you.
Are you an illusion
or are you reality?
Did I see a glimpse
of you or was it
just me?
Did it use to hurt
or was it just me?
Movies tell stories
of two people, sharing
an adventure with
one another.
Sometimes they end,
with tears flowing
down their cheeks.
I might not understand
you every time,
but I still want to
go out and feel you
around me and give
me a kind of
happiness that only
you can provide.
Love.
I come from a land of silence
brought up with kindness and generosity,
I wanted to become Bruce Wayne,
but I ended up drinking Coca Cola.
I come from a family where
it didn't matter if you were rich or poor,
you ate your peasoup the same way as others,
or if you wanted to go to Turku.
I come from a house full of stories,
that ended with 42 tulips
next to a solitary coffin.
I come from the past,
where I listened to Stratovarius,
yet I look into space
for a new odyssey and a guide.
I come from the world,
but I always end up at home.
I come from science.
I come from literature,
which was written by fellow Finns
long before
Horizon
I look at the clouds
gently being carried
by the wind, as
the city unravels
around me.
People rushing,
back and forth
in an un-ending stream.
They never stop,
to look around.
Someone sits next
to me and sighs.
I listen to the person's
plight and open
my heart.
I listen as the clouds
give away to a star
filled sky and
as the stars give
away to blinding light.
That day, I thought
of that person
sitting next to me,
sharing that moment.
I will not forget you,
as long as there
are stars
on the horizon
I lost my head
as I spun into fantasy,
my thoughts were
clear, but you were
the only thing that
mattered in my head.
Everytime I closed my
eyes, I saw you.
I won't call it love
because only you
can invoke this feeling
within me.
I can't shake away
the thought of you,
and that brings a smile
to my face and
cures me of all my
ailments.
I just want you, because
I feel something
better than love when
I'm with you.
With you, I feel safe,
with you, I feel warm
and whenever we talk
I forget everything
that is happening
around the world.
I just want to be
with you, no matter
if we are dancing
on a field of roses, or
ta
Leaving this one untitled on purpose by Stivvy, literature
Leaving this one untitled on purpose
I don't
remember everything
that I've been told
and forgotten some
parts of my life
I have always known
the ghosts of my past,
even when I tried to forget,
but I only forgot you
somewhere along the
way
yet you always
come back to
me.
And I always
smile
when you do.
The echoes
of the past
surround me
when I look into your
eyes as I lose myself,
in our story.
My heart tells me to rejoice
as my head tells me
that what we had
is now gone.
I refuse to listen, I don't
want to hear nor see.
I want to live in
this moment
and I won't let it
fade.
Dear you,
I know what h
"Ecstasy"
The tips of my fingers itch,
droplets of sweat run down my neck
as the pen touches the paper.
Feelings come back to me,
like an old friend, I am welcomed
with open arms.
The feeling is intoxicating,
I black out as the chills
reach my spine.
I let the pen fall down
as I explore the caverns
of my consciousness, finding
places I have not seen.
I pick up the pen and
write on the paper.
"Never let go,
never let it get away".
Mimicry
Two steps forward
Two steps back
With each movement,
you do the same,
like a reflection of me,
but I don't see
myself as you.
As I read through
chapters of my life,
you flip the pages
for us both, yet
we are not reading
the same story.
Each sentence will
always be,
different.
As I lay my head
on my pillow, you
stare at me, keeping
me awake, filling my
head with questions
about myself. If I
forget you, I'll lose
a part of myself.
If I embrace you,
I will forever change.
You are the me,
who will never be
"A Gift For You"
I gave you a box,
containing the three
things I hold dear
to me.
I left them for you,
my fourth, the
most important.
The first was my
eye. Though morbid,
it was the way
I saw your true
beauty with my
eyes, and I wanted
you to see, what I
see in you, everyday
in my life.
Next was the thing
that keeps me
alive.
I gave you my heart,
to express how
strong my feelings
towards you are.
You make my heart
beat everyday.
The final thing
in that box,
was a mirror.
The person in that
mirror, is the one,
that I will say
these words to,
that person is you.
I love you.
Are you an illusion
or are you reality?
Did I see a glimpse
of you or was it
just me?
Did it use to hurt
or was it just me?
Movies tell stories
of two people, sharing
an adventure with
one another.
Sometimes they end,
with tears flowing
down their cheeks.
I might not understand
you every time,
but I still want to
go out and feel you
around me and give
me a kind of
happiness that only
you can provide.
Love.
It's You Who I Missed
Hand in hand, walking on land
Discovered, not knowing who I am
Rearranging interchangeable plans
Diaries, buried where you stand
In the sand
Head aches, hearts begin to break
Revealed to be just pain
An uncertain loss of faith
Roads removed and replaced
Time for change
Sing for the sunlight
Hidden behind opaque clouds
I recommend you give it a try
Who knows how it will turn out
It may lift you from the ground
Up to the red sky
Fading mist, I see bliss
Returned, its you who I missed
Damaged, something to fix
Desired, someone to kiss
On the lips
Mountains to climb and hide
Disappearing, you're out of
So, I like to consider myself a writer. I write poetry and stories (novels and shorties). I'll probably post a few poems during a week, depends on how much writing I have gotten done. The novel I'll probably update once or twice a month.
Current Residence: Finland Favourite genre of music: Anything that sounds good to me Operating System: 7
I could call this month nostalgia month. Loads of movies from my childhood on TV, being reminded of loads of songs from my childhood, some games I used to play etc.
Aah, the good old days....