Comments Posted By Selfpoise

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Flyet ble kapret på vei tilbake fra Seychellene. Folk trengte seg sammen på vei ut, hylte, gråt. En mann kastet jakken sin i ansiktet på en dame. “Hvorfor gjorde du det?” skrek hun. Det var fullstendig kaos. Ingen visste hvor de skulle eller hva som kom til å skje.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 01.10.2014 @ 1:58 pm


Bronsekar og krukker, dansende føtter over rød jord. Støvet hvirvler etter dem.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 09.02.2013 @ 1:06 pm


Doors open, doors close. What is behind the next door? I find myself in a corridor with a seemingly endless row of closed doors. Where to begin? Are all these doors really open to me?

» Posted By Selfpoise On 07.21.2013 @ 9:48 am


Bricks in red. Smoke over rooftops. Grey sky, dusty streets. Cold feet, holes in the shoes. Too little food.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 03.23.2013 @ 10:19 am


Beware of the wolf inside! It eats your soul and tears you apart.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 03.20.2013 @ 1:36 pm


The director of the circus. Crying, crazy people. I’m seeing him trying to hold the pieces together. Confusion. Who’s who, really? Who knows who’s the real director?

» Posted By Selfpoise On 03.13.2013 @ 2:06 am


Flames licking her legs. Pain beyond words shooting through her. A shriek punctures the sky. Smoke suffocates her, she faints.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 03.06.2013 @ 12:37 am


She instilled joy in me. The sheer pleasure of seeing her going about her daily tasks, one by one, slowly, meticulously – inspired me towards a change in my own life. I began a long journey.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 03.02.2013 @ 2:56 pm


A miracle conjured. Water became wine. Water flowing, wine flowing. Happiness. Blue sky. Eternity awaits. Remembrance. We are going home.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 03.01.2013 @ 1:37 pm


Sentenced to silence. Covered in cloth. Tongue-tied by tyranny. Sharp, dark eyes behind the veil, shining.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 02.28.2013 @ 1:01 pm


Always knocking. Never any reply. Keep going. Somebody is listening. Eventually it will happen. In the end you will find the rignt door.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 02.28.2013 @ 10:32 am

The forbidden door is locked. I’m knocking, nobody is answering. I have the key. Dare I use it? I put my eye to the keyhole to see if I can catch a glimpse of what is hidden on the inside. All is dark. All is silent. I knock again. The silence is reverberating with the sound of my knocks. I reach for my key.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 02.27.2013 @ 1:04 pm


Waking up in the morning by the feeling of a warm, sticky, fluid. Wet sheets. Getting out of bed. Difficulty standing on trembling legs, supporting herself on the headboard. Feeling weak, hot in the face. Pains of becoming a woman.

» Posted By Selfpoise On 02.27.2013 @ 1:36 am

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