Poem: The Afterlife Exam

 

Watercolor and marker on paper.

 

 

The Afterlife Exam

Welcome to school

here is your place

now rip out your soul

and open your face

Your character card

has been reviewed

the life that you lived

will be renewed

Not in the shape

or structure it had

’cause your life was good

but you made it bad

All that you did,

said, thought and meant

can be repaired - but

will you repent?

«Surely» you smirk

«there’s another way

I’m loaded with money

I’ll simply pay»

Of course you will pay

everyone must

but all we can bring

from our grave - is dust

Now you’re a fly

buzzing around

eating a leftover

poop that you found

 

 

 

 

Poem: The Reaper

 

Coloring pencils, markers and highlighters on paper.

 

The Reaper

Like a cloud
on a mountain
    on top 
    of the sea

I rest
on your shoulder
    quiet
    and free

Like a raindrop
or dew
    in a field
    of stone

I am one
and many
    unique
    and alone

Like a sheep
with wool
    black
    as night

I am ready
to listen
    scatter
    or fight

Like a sigh
from a soul
    yet
    to exist

I am writing
your name
    on an endless
    list 

 

 

 

 

Poem: The Biggest Lie

 

  

Watercolor pencil and marker on paper.

  

 

The Biggest Lie

 

In a world where everyone

    really is dead

you grow up alone

    with a chip in your head

no one knows anything

    if it’s worth knowing

we all want to leave

    but no one is going

a longing is shared

    the need for a burst

something to feed us

    and quench our thirst

carried by all

    mentioned by none

unspoken agreement

    that hope is gone

a feeling of apathy

    growing within

but from hollow and empty

    hope can begin

because you can name it

    you know that it’s there

a whisper awakens

    inside of you: «Where?»

outside of the borders

    surrounded by grief

you sadly acknowledge

    life is a thief

 

 

Poem: Lines of the Lighthouse Keeper

 

Watercolor pencil and marker on paper, 2026.

 

 

 

Lines of the Lighthouse Keeper

 

Alone you stood
not knowing why
    I chose to leave you
    for an empty sky

You wonder still
and I did get your letter
    answers are nice
    silence is better

As a result
of freedom and fame
    I have lost my light
    forgotten my name

One day you too
will soar through the air
    and I shall be anyone 
    or no one up there 

 

 

 

Shy / Sky

 

 

 The world is big and

the ocean is even bigger

  

Verden er stor og

havet er enda større

(the sky is also a sea)

(himmelen er også et hav)

 

Shy hides in

places similar

to himself:

 

 Sky gjemmer seg

på steder han

ligner på:

steam from a cup

damp fra en kopp

smoke from a fire

røyk fra et bål

dew by a lake

dugg ved en innsjø

 

dust in an abandoned house 

 

støv i et forlatt hus 

between birds

mellom fugler

warm breath in cold air

varm pust i kald luft

fog in the forest

tåke i skogen

 

Imagine

if someone

sees me 

  

Tenk om

noen

ser meg

Imagine

if someone

sees me

  

Tenk om

noen

ser meg

 

(The norwegian word "sky" translates

to both "cloud" and "shy")

 

 

Poem: The Herd pt. 2

 

 

Watercolor and marker illustration of pink sheep.

The Herd pt. 2

    I am also a sheep

but the sheperd I follow

make dreams in the dark

and hope in the hollow

    He says I am loved

when my hatred burn

He is the reason

I manage to turn

    out of the shadow

and into the blue

your sheperd is loud

but mine is true

 

 

Art Cards

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+ shipping costs 

 

Size 15 x 15 cm

 

White background

with logo in corner

 

 Art cards made by combining 

photographs taken on my digital 

Lumix camera with scanned 

watercolor & marker illustrations

edited in Gimp on my Linux-driven 

computer. 

 

Printed at Elite Foto Finnsnes.

 

 

 

Poem: Insane Again

 

 

Watercolor & marker illustration: Introspection + Warrior.

 

 

INSANE AGAIN 

  

She says that she is awesome

it sounds like a confusion

she says she talks to God

that must be a delusion

        I think that I’m amazing

        it’s obvious, you see

        your holy Law of Jante

        is not a guide for me

Probably it’s mania

or maybe full psychosis

don’t you know she has

a «crazy» diagnosis

        You think I’m in a bucket

        strapped on to a horse

        but my unicorn is steered

        from a ship with magic oars

Well that is quite alarming

the «crazy» has begun

she has obviously lost her mind

we must call 9-1-1!

        If you need to call someone

        I suggest you call yourself

        you’re the ones who put away

        your sense of reason on a shelf

That is it – she’s stupid

it’s easy now to see

we simply must ignore her

she is not like you and me

        Thank you very much

        it truly means a lot

        when someone who is blind

        sees what I am not