Eg birti thetta ljod einhverntiman i sumar, en eg er bunad breyta thvi adeins. Eg las thetta a Open Mike kvoldi (Slam Poetry) herna i Washington um daginn og fekk finar motokur. Eg er ad fila thetta miklu betur svona…hvad finnst ykkur?

I know the mind
relentlessly forcing me to find
that every man is blind to a certain degree.
Forcing me to hide behind
All that they see, and I want to be.

I know the type of place
you have a tendency to displace
all visions of face.
Desperately grabbing any trace of grace
before you sink,
and forget how to think.

Host to a magnificent evil,
I need to feed my soul
before I bleed insanities seed
is set to grow, but first I need some blow.
I need servicing
so show me the presents you bring.
I warn you though. This is just a fling.
Don’t show me frowns wrapped in pretty gowns.
Take me with rapture
and heavy sighs to capture.
Take me hard and without regard.
I need a fix and you will do,
So make me glow then make it through.

Now go find me a thought,
and I’ll look at what you brought.