excerpts - ahlvik.se

Living It

breathing the words
feeling them inside
brooding in the language
exhaling on a slip of paper

turning a drop of a tear
into a thoughtful feeling
turning feeling, wreaking inside
turning the fear into a poet

feeling the taste
slowly licking the sides
but a synonym remains untold
for another, tasting sweeter

bitterness runs down
down to the deepest syllable
the stroke of a letter reeking
reeking with feelings channeled

a tear runs down my cheek
it fuels my pen with ink
a wordfactory running on emotions
creating what cannot get (be?) told