A girl`s disastrous melody path…

I wake up this morning

raises my weary head

where am I?

my skirt for a pillow

the earth is my bed

I have become the devil’s temptation

on the run

I have no contact with the living

my mind speaks a language I don’t


my heart is waste -a ghost town-

my soul scare myself to death

I keep on running

I’m cursed and born in sin

whose daughter I am?

I have no conscience

I don’t live for others or to

satisfied the world

I live to survive

I’ve seen to much death

and in my boots I have all I

need to protect myself

I don’t know love, but I have feelings

for my horse I can’t describe

-maybe it is love-

and don’t dare touch my horse before

I lay five foot deep

because me and him are dances on

empty wallets

flashing back to a life I never had

so I drown it out with leftovers

I find of old whiskey

who have I become?

I take my stallion back to the dusty

road of shades of tones of loneliness

this is my life

-grace of glory-


When you lose someone

Art and words are always mine…

Watching you go

– your hand in mine loses grip

– sliping away

it’s like no other pain

I’m lost without you

I can’t breath

I need you

I miss you

your spirit waving at me

your soul is the brightest I have ever seen

I hope your ghost will hunt me

and wipe away my tears

– hollow

– deep painful grief

my crying shadow is trying to hide

I will never stop sobbing

the memories burn me down to the ravine

stairs to heaven…….wrong side of nirvana…

a rope led down into the dark eternity

I can’t handle this anymore

I know I find you there…

You have an hourglass that you

received as a gift

there are the days that slowly

flow down,

and you can look back to the

Garden of Eden

where it began under the fig trees of life.

I’m sitting here alone, so puzzled

Because nobody knows so well what

that means to miss the one you love and

admire, maybe you must have experienced

this yourself to understand…

Because if tomorrow never comes…

-no one can cry all the tears for me-

I am lost –

did I in every way show him

how much

I love you.

Whatever the circumstances, always tell those you love that you love them …

life is fragile


In the glow of a winters frozen moon.

This poem was inspired by a line

«In the glow of a winters frozen moon»

from my good friend https://


and is Mathew who is the author behind this blog.

When I read that line.. my mind and brain went crazy. Words started to spin and squeeze into my writing arm and I just had to let the ink dance over the paper.

I am honored to call you my friend.

Thank you Mathew.


In the glow of a winters frozen moon

In the wilderness night she is trying to

create her own snow angel with hope

she can sparkle togheter with the snow

crystals in the moonlight

tears falls down her cheek finding

their own ways in her skin


her sadness is the gateway to redemption

to know her sadness in silence

she is searching for something she can’t


she is off the deep end

will she awaken the phoenix or

the demons in your soul

in the embers of broken hearts her life

is a shadow of ghosts in darkrising

and she will never shine anywhere

but in the moonlight

she whisper your name gazing at the moon

among with the rustling autumn brown

leavs from last year


in the glow of a winters frozen moon

you are the silhouette of her heart in

every painful moments

until their hearts touch she is just a vibe

you can’t find nowhere else.


My Black Stallion

When no one can save her

invisible heroes

she takes her Black Stallion with a name

after the dark, shines blue in

the sun’s rays

gallops into the sunset


maybe this time memories

fade into the ocean

dreams are so alive

day’s like a slow train ticking by

all she can hear is your

words haunting her

can’t get the melody out of her mind

she wonder if she is past the

point of rescue

often she hope her life is a fairytale

in a horror movie

she can’t close the door to her heart

she swears she never fall like this again.



If I throw

away my fears

If I release my beauty inside

If I share everything about myself

If I open up and let you in to my

crying shadow

If I give you the key

to my secret chest deep

inside me

If I give you my last dance

with my soul

in the name of love

– who am I…



Norwegian force

(English text after the Norwegian text)

En strøm av følelser som

skyller igjennom hennes kropp.

Der blodet bruser igjennom hennes årer,

og hun kan føle den Norske urkraften tar

henne tilbake i en svunnen tid.

På fjellets topp hun strekker armene i

været og

kan føle alle de tapte sjeler som prøver

og finne hjem.

Hjerterytmen er som store trommer

som omgir hele naturens egen skjønnhet

med sterke rytmer.

Hennes hud kan sanse den

magiske kraften som

stiger opp bak

fjellene og blir i ett

med himmelen .

Hun har et bål i hjerte

som gnistrer av energi.

Hennes ånd føler seg fri

der den danser i nordlyset.



A stream of emotions

rinsing through her body.

Where the blood bubbled

through her veins,

and she can feel the

Norwegian force take

her back in a bygone era.

At the top of the mountain

she stretches her arms out

and can feel all the lost souls

who try to find home.

The heart rhythm is like

a large drum that surrounds

the whole of nature’s own beauty

with strong rhythms.

Her skin can sense the magic

power that rises up the hills

and stays in one with the sky.

She has a bonfire in her heart -like

sparkles of energy.

Her spirit feels the peace,

it dances in the

Northern Lights.


Life seeds…

(This post in only in English)

(I’m not quite sure if you can read the text well in the picture, so I write it as well)…

As she saw the

shadows moving

slowly, so she felt her heartbeat in

her chest,

the moon’s magic myth spread around her

and she felt cold.

The shadows glanced around her heart,

the moonlight shining

on her face

writhing in pain,

and her soul fighting

for her juctice to

life that was about

to end. Worn she lay

on the ground

and scratched.

Into eternity she

was to win and

the seeds of

life were sown.


Shadows on the barn

(English text after the Norwegian text).

Jeg fikk en utfordring fra min mann på wordpress: Skogens sønn på instagram:  Skogens sønn

Han ba meg skrive noen ord til dette bilde som er fra vår låve på gården: 

I solnedgangens vakre bris

speiler skyggene av naturens skjønnhet

seg i kjærlighetens farge.

I ett med naturen og under frihetens tegn

drømte hun at hun danset.

Hun danset i takt med suset fra trærne

og fra hennes hjerterytme.

Vinden rusket i hennes lange lyse hår

og hennes sommerkjole omkranset hennes skjøre kropp.

Skyggene beveget seg i sampsill med hennes sinn og sjel.

Hun satte spor i vårdugget gress som forsiktig

ble visket ut av mørkets stillhet

som la seg som en kappe over naturens landskap.

Skyggene danset sin vei inn i hennes følelsesmessige




Poem: The shadows on the barn:

I got a challenge from my husband  on wordpress: Skogens sønn on instagram: Skogens sønn and I couldn’t let go of it.

He asked me to write some words to this picture that is from our barn on the farm:

Dette bildet har et tomt alt-attributt, og filnavnet er img_8147.jpg

In the beautiful breeze of the sunset

the shadows mirror nature beauty is

in the color of love.

In one with nature and under the sign

of freedom she dreamed

that she was dancing.

She danced in step with the rush of the trees

and from her heartbeat.

The wind shook in her long light hair

and hers summer dress surrounded

her fragile body.

The shadows moved in interaction with her

mind and soul.

She put her tacks in spring-feathered grassas

gently was wiped out by the silence of darkness

that lay down as a robe over nature’s landscape.

The shadows danced their way into her emotional



Me, a friend🦋

(English text after Norwegian text)

Me a friend, meg en venn, venner for livet, best friend friendship, beste venner Norwegians friends friends in Norway Norwegian blogger

Ikke snu ryggen til meg. Ikke vend det andre kinnet til.

Ikke prøv å vær sterk. Det er helt greit å være svak.

Jeg vet du har styrke. Jeg vet at du, uansett, klarer å ta grep.

Ikke såre de nærmeste.

Jeg kan ikke viske vekk din smerte. Jeg kan ikke gjøre jobben for deg.

Jeg kan sitte ved siden av deg og forstå. Jeg kan trøste om jeg bare får lov.

Du var alltid den som løftet meg opp i tunge tider. Du var alltid den som fikk smilet mitt frem gjennom mine tårer.

Hvorfor stenger du deg inne?

Hvorfor sier du at du savner meg?

Hvorfor forteller du meg hvor vondt du har det, og dine tårer tar ikke slutt?

Hvorfor sier du at jeg betyr så mye for deg?

Er det bare ord for deg uten mening lenger?

Jeg spør deg om jeg kan gjøre noe for deg? Og du svarer alltid at jeg aldri må slutte å være den jeg er.

Jeg gjør ikke det, men jeg skulle ønske du ikke bare sa det. Jeg skulle så inderlig håpe du kunne føle og se meg når jeg snakket til deg.

Jeg kan føle i min sjel at du ikke har det bra.

Jeg vil ikke trenge meg på, du skal få bestemme fart, tid og sted.

Du sier du vil mimre om gamle dager og bare være oss to.

Vi har skapt mange minner, der du alltid sa du var glad i meg, der du alltid lyttet med hjerte og lo og sa at «du skal ikke angre på noe som deg til å smile».

Du fortalte meg alltid at vi skulle si hverandre god natt, fordi livet er skjørt.

Jeg kan føle på at jeg vet ikke hvor mye jeg snart skal gi.

Jeg må videre med eller uten deg. Jeg vil gjerne du skal være en del av mitt liv.

Jeg vil så gjerne ha tro på det du sier er ekte, fordi jeg vet, fordi du og jeg har vært igjennom mye.

Jeg kan vente, vente på deg, fordi du betyr så utrolig mye for meg.

Jeg er din venn uansett hvor lang tid det tar.

Hver gang vi sier farvel, gjør det vondt, fordi jeg vet aldri om jeg hører eller ser deg igjen.



Me, a friend🦋

Don’t turn my back on me. Do not turn the other cheek.

Don’t try to be strong. It’s okay to be weak.

I know you have strength. I know you, anyway, manage to take hold.

Don’t hurt the closest.

I can’t wipe away your pain. I can’t do the job for you.

I can sit next to you and understand. I can comfort if I’m just allowed.

You were always the one who lifted me up in heavy times.

You were always the one who got my smile through my tears.

Why are you closing in?

Why do you say you miss me?

Why do you tell me how bad you are and your tears do not end?

Why do you say I mean so much to you? Is it just word for you without meaning anymore?

I ask you if I can do anything for you?And you always answer that I must never stop being who I am.

I don’t, but I wish you didn’t just say that.

I was so hopeful you could feel and see me when I spoke to you.

I can feel in my soul that you are not good. I do not want to puch you, you have to determine speed, time and place.

You say you will reminisce about the old days and just be the two of us.

We’ve created many memories, where you always said you loved me, where you always listened with and to your heart and laugh and said «you shouldn’t regret something that make you smile».

You always told me we should say good night, because life is fragile.

I can feel that I do not know how much I will give soon.

I have to go on with or without you.

I would like you to be part of my life.

I would like to have faith in what you say is real, because I know, because you and I have been through a lot.

I can wait, wait for you, because you mean so much to me.

I’m your friend no matter how long it takes.

Every time we say goodbye, it hurts, because I never know if I hear or see you again.