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Poems
To different kinds of love, the lost, the happy, the newly found and the left behind
Some old, some new, but all
~ By Aasa


I

Every word you say pulls me

back to you
even the cold ones secretly

whisper to take you back
to a place of

pleasure and pain

Some part of me still longs for

this deeply
The place I know

I can´t survive

The place I know

I can't be


...

Goodbye

is silent drops of
sadness like a little brook floating into
my room slowly and softly covering
the table the floor the furniture dripping from
the ceiling into my bed whisking
gently while its floating upon
everything
below me under
me around me

Its a whisper nearly
tenderly stroking me with
melancholia and happiness at the
same time but I can smile now....

...

Your walls

your hardness stares back at me
and floating in this distance between us

it is all I feel

until suddenly

for reasons not known to me

softly, like a a shy rush,
my heart taste the understanding of you

so I let go of you in knowing that
we deeply met in souls

nobody sees you clearer
than the who sat in the same corners
as your own lost pain

but I am done trying
to climb your walls

...

Unknown
Poem written by Jonathan Weber and Aasa Bergem

Through dark thickets I
gaze into the mystery at
the shores of my own unknowing

Here the stones turn into water
and spirits fill the air

Here the crashing waves
is like the call of a siren
Beckoning me yet further in

Now I am drawn into darkness of oceans

...

Deep eyes
To Gil with love

I look into your eyes
I dive, deeply
I can travel here
I know these paths
I recognize them

I follow the road deeper
into you
where the forest is bushy and leaves tickle with dew
I can breath this air, I can smell these paths,
the moss on the ground is my home

I have been here
somewhere
in my soul lies a memory of these hills
I know you - I know you
And yet I don't
you are new and old to me

I can travel in your eyes
I can get lost there in this forest, these woods

Hopelessly, pleasurably, wonderfully lost

...


Daniel / Early spring

You have words I can not goldpaint
they just exist, in the air
like soaring sparrows or dragonflies
with silverlight wings

they are glimmering in the thought
of everything that made them real
I am smiling while I put them down
one by one around my pillow
and fall asleep
surrounded
by you

now reality is better
than my own imagination

...

Silence

This silence is so
soft it is nearly tender against
my skin

The juice in my dreams
was squeezed out by your words
everything that is left is
this soft silence in
my goodbye

...

A meeting
I:
Pouring over with lust
to take a straw
and slurp you up nice and quietly
with a friendly little bourgeois expression
but with intense power
from my lungs
explosive inwards breath
like a cannibalistic tribute to the unknown love

...

II:
you! use a lot of
exclamation points
I pick them up
like little secret gestures
and hide them in my pockets
slowly

while I am watching the speed lights from my
old supersonic trains tumble past me
I am no longer
a passenger
I am just sitting in wordless answers on
my bedrooms platform
savoring the exciting silence between us
while I smile
gently
into the wall

....

III:
what your words are hiding
speaks a language only
my vision understand
it sings
warmly and soothing
your secrets are sparking
deep in there
I like to watch that in your eyes
which my mind does not understand

...

IV:
it is a chance I have to take it
is silent while I wait
still on him give him that
freely in his hands now lies the stone
it takes a man to take it up

...

Letting go

my heart is a crack in the door
where my soul is still watching
the shimmering lights of your soft licking presence
my skin still feels your veins curled around me
in a pulsating embrace
while i close
the door
and walk into the moonlight

out here I can only see the distant
warmth from your windows
walking slowly down an unknown path
trees are rustling in my ears
and my heart still perches in the soft echoes
open like a bird that is spreading its feathers gently
welcoming love
that will not be yours

I am free

...

Behind

there are wordless murders happening
with murders that have never been and no victims

I curse my own intensity
while I brutally
and willfully whittle away your eyes
that has become stuck
to the hollow of my neck

We breathe in the grass and hunt with our look after
someone in the other
end who can relieve us from our
own insignificance in the crowd let a
pair of eyes in
a moment say
you exist