Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Lovestory

A stranger came from out of nowhere
and asked if I wanted to play with him.
I was feeling shy at first, but said yes.
He took my hand and told me to run.
Laughing we ran together in the snow.
There was ice on the streets and I fell.
After carefully making sure I wasn't hurt
he helped me to get back on my feet
and said it would be better idea to walk.
So we walked together in the sunshine
on a beautiful, hot day and I got tired.
He told me to rest among the flowers
while he would go and bring some water.
And even though he never really left
somehow he wasn't with me anymore.
Just like that and from out of nowhere.

gs

Sunday, September 28, 2008

E

I'm thankful for all the sweet little

surprises you brought into my life

it wouldn't be the same

without them

without them

I would probably still

be that confident and happy person

who you fell in love with

back then

back then

when I thought my life

was just about to begin for real

and I didn't know how wrong I was

gs

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

...

rekin áfram af þrá

leita ég til þín

veit ekki hvað ég vil finna

en samt svo viss

flý frá tómleikanum

full tilhlökkunar

hláturinn togar í mig

tárin líka

fálmandi í myrkrinu

allt þó svo bjart

brennandi, ólgandi, æpandi

tilfinningar

óvissan er alls staðar

en örugg samt

langar að vita

þarf að fá svör

ef hamingjan er fólgin í ástinni

er ég þá ekki elskuð?

blik í augum, bros

allt sagt án orða

vonuðum bæði

vissum hvert stefndi

funheit snerting

framandi straumar

fangelsuð hjörtu

en samt svo frjáls

ef lífið er gáta sem þarf að leysa

er þá bannað að giska?

gs

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Skipta 9 (a tribute to a friend)

crazy little dinner parties
famous songs and stupid dances
very funny or boring movies
trips to buy food and ice cream
special language that we made
stupid games and me losing

hours and hours of
talking
laughing and
crying

days and days of
missing
wanting and
needing

weeks and weeks of
caring
loving and
comforting

months and months of
being
best
friends

years and years of
memories

with love, always

gs

Monday, August 4, 2008

A hole...


if you feel like someones poison
is becoming your addiction
and fighting the silence in vain
does nothing but make you sad

then remember the time when
you were doing things without
even thinking and be thankful
for not being in that place now

why dig a hole without a bottom?

gs