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Not end of the world

I know that news should had shattered me

Break me into pieces

And kill me

Ripping my breaking heart out of my chest

It should have done all that

No, I won’t let this to be an end of the world

Not even just for tonight

 I will not allow this to break me

I won’t fall down and break apart

Not this time

I know what ended

And is lost forever

That won’t ever again be the same

It’s sold into pieces

Disappearing different corners of the world

But I won’t let this ending

End me also

It doesn’t mean that I would love it any less

  It is still the only thing I love most in the whole world

But my hands are tied and I can’t stop this tragedy

I know what I’m losing

And it will be gone

There is no bringing back

Which is now to be destroy

This is the end

Still I won’t allow it to be end of the world

Nor my end

The tears in my eyes burn

And there is dagger blade in my heart

But it can’t kill me

Because there is spark of fire

In this heart of mine

And it is already growing

Whispering that yes it is a ending

But every ending is a new beginning

And I’m not allowing this to be the final ending

Yes this chapter is over now

But same time it feels like

Someone is putting the pen on my hand

And tells me write the next chapter

Start it again

Rebuild from the ruins and ashes of the old

You can start the new legacy

It’s not over not for you

The voice feels like saying to me

That I can build something brand new

Maybe even make full circle with it

Bringing it back on the continent which it started

This ending feels like a beginning

That has been given just to me

To write the next new part

So no even for tonight

This is not gonna be end of the world

This is beginning of the new

First day of the next part

That I will be building

With all that love

That won’t ever disappear

So I will take the pen and accept this is my time

And my destiny

I will start the next one

That will continue the legacy of those generations who came before me

This is not the end

It is just the new beginning

Something that I will build from never dying love

C.F. Grönroos ©

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Do it to me

I don’t know why this is coming as such big surprise?

Since you could do it to me

I can do it to you

You really did not think

That I could be doing something like this

Oh honey

You really did forget

My motto in life

I can always hurt you more

A lot more

You wanted to play stupid games

Here is what you won

Thought you could stab me on my back

And not need to pay a price for it

Get away and play innocent

Oh it won’t work like that

Also you made mistake leaving the knife on my back

Thank you handing me the weapon

Now I can use it

Butcher everything you truly care about

You went for hurt

But I’m going for the kill

And when I’m done with you

You will beg that I would have killed you for real

Instead everything I had done to

So keep your lies

I don’t need them

I destroy you with the truth

You forget I know where all your dirty secrets are buried

 Time to get them out

You started it with doing it to me

Now it is my turn

The knife you left on my back

 Will be the same one I cut your throat with

I’m just returning it back to you honey

C.F. Grönroos ©

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Do it to me

I don’t know why this is coming as such big surprise?

Since you could do it to me

I can do it to you

You really did not think

That I could be doing something like this

Oh honey

You really did forget

My motto in life

I can always hurt you more

A lot more

You wanted to play stupid games

Here is what you won

Thought you could stab me on my back

And not need to pay a price for it

Get away and play innocent

Oh it won’t work like that

Also you made mistake leaving the knife on my back

Thank you handing me the weapon

Now I can use it

Butcher everything you truly care about

You went for hurt

But I’m going for the kill

And when I’m done with you

You will beg that I would have killed you for real

Instead everything I had done to

So keep your lies

I don’t need them

I destroy you with the truth

You forget I know where all your dirty secrets are buried

 Time to get them out

You started it with doing it to me

Now it is my turn

The knife you left on my back

 Will be the same one I cut your throat with

I’m just returning it back to you honey

C.F. Grönroos ©

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Do it to me

I don’t know why this is coming as such big surprise?

Since you could do it to me

I can do it to you

You really did not think

That I could be doing something like this

Oh honey

You really did forget

My motto in life

I can always hurt you more

A lot more

You wanted to play stupid games

Here is what you won

Thought you could stab me on my back

And not need to pay a price for it

Get away and play innocent

Oh it won’t work like that

Also you made mistake leaving the knife on my back

Thank you handing me the weapon

Now I can use it

Butcher everything you truly care about

You went for hurt

But I’m going for the kill

And when I’m done with you

You will beg that I would have killed you for real

Instead everything I had done to

So keep your lies

I don’t need them

I destroy you with the truth

You forget I know where all your dirty secrets are buried

 Time to get them out

You started it with doing it to me

Now it is my turn

The knife you left on my back

 Will be the same one I cut your throat with

I’m just returning it back to you honey

C.F. Grönroos ©

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Do it to me

I don’t know why this is coming as such big surprise?

Since you could do it to me

I can do it to you

You really did not think

That I could be doing something like this

Oh honey

You really did forget

My motto in life

I can always hurt you more

A lot more

You wanted to play stupid games

Here is what you won

Thought you could stab me on my back

And not need to pay a price for it

Get away and play innocent

Oh it won’t work like that

Also you made mistake leaving the knife on my back

Thank you handing me the weapon

Now I can use it

Butcher everything you truly care about

You went for hurt

But I’m going for the kill

And when I’m done with you

You will beg that I would have killed you for real

Instead everything I had done to

So keep your lies

I don’t need them

I destroy you with the truth

You forget I know where all your dirty secrets are buried

 Time to get them out

You started it with doing it to me

Now it is my turn

The knife you left on my back

 Will be the same one I cut your throat with

I’m just returning it back to you honey

C.F. Grönroos ©

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Leave me there

Just leave me there

In the dreams

Into the little secret heaven

So sweet and perfect

The little world

I can borrow

But never keep

Only have it for one dream at the time

Even though it’s just a dream

I can’t let go of the memory

Of the dream

Or him

So dream take me back there

In his arms

Where I belong

Into world of two

Leaving me wanting to scream

Baby stay with me

I don’t want to wake from this dream

Unless he is here with me

Leave me wishing

That he and I could write this love story

For real

And not only in dream world

Because the dreams

Are no more enough

I want this love

To come real and not just something from the dreams

C.F. Grönroos ©

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Lonely boy

He is standing in the shadows

Blond hair covering his sad blue eyes

Which he hides behind the overgrown haircut

So anyone can’t look too deeply into them

And see the true depth of sadness

Or the loneliness he feels

Even when it’s the time

Step from shadows into spotlights 

And to be on the stage again

Different city or country

He no longer know where he is

It all started to look the same anyway

Another sold out show

Yet how can anyone be so lonely? 

As he is

There he is standing front of sea of people

Still he is so lonely

The loneliness is gnawing a hole in his heart

Making it bigger again  

And there ain’t seem to be cure for it

The loneliness ain’t leaving him alone

It remains

No matter what he is trying to use

To make it go away

Everything he tries

Works just for a moment

But the loneliness always comes back

Somehow even worse than before

And the hole in his heart just gets bigger

As time goes by

There are just few

Fleeing moments

Where he can escape from the loneliness

Under those spotlights

 He can steal moment where he is actually feeling

Something else than loneliness and emptiness

That have been followed him so long

He can’t even remember how long it had been

But there he is on a stage front sea of people

Still he is just a lonely boy

Drowning in his own thoughts

No matter how loud they all scream his name

Part of it can’t ever fill the void in his heart

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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See angel that’s little fallen

Almost everyone keeps saying

He is just bad news

Be smart stay away from him

But all I see is angel with blue eyes

While they keep seeing devil born with horns

When I look at him

All I see is angel

That might have been fallen

Hundred times

Yet he always gets back up

And that is why I can’t get my eyes off him

Because no matter what he has been through

 He ain’t giving up

That is just one of the many things

About him that I admire

But they keep treating me

Like I’m the saint

And he is just the sinner

Not worth anything

But they forget my angel wings have always been black

Never white

Somehow they always forget

I ain’t the saint

They keep painting me to be

I was born for darkness

So fallen angel with blue eyes

Doesn’t scare me

Instead he gets this little black heart of mine

Feel something it hasn’t felt in a long time

All I see is angel that’s little fallen

But still so perfectly lovable 

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Now she understands

She started to understand

She will be free

When love will disappear

And it didn’t hurt

Not anymore

The time of hurt

And what had seem endless heartbreak

Finally had come to end

She was finally moving on

To the other side of heartbreak

The tears were no longer for sadness

Or the constant heartbreak

It had been

Probably longer she could admit

 Even now

No, those tears had ended

These were for relief

And tears of happiness

Finally feel something

That can be actually called happiness

The love she thought she had have

Wasn’t in the end love

But it no longer mattered

She was getting through it

Realizing there is much more than what had ended

More than the love she had fought to keep

That she had thought would destroy her

If she ever lose it

Now she understands it wasn’t destroying her

It was setting her free

And now she can’t wait

That “love” to disappear completely  

Like it had never been

Erased from heart and mind

So she can be fully free

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Another good time

The neon lights shine through a dark night

Wet asphalt makes the streets glow

From color lights above 

It’s one of those nights

Where everything is possible

When it’s impossible to tell

Is it all just crazy coincidence or is it fate?

  And the music beat on dance floor

That is the only lifeline one needs

Nothing else

And people happily toast for the good life

Forgetting everything else

Even if it just for this moment

 Anyone ain’t even thinking about dawn or morning

That is coming

They are too busy dancing the night away

Yet never wanting this night to end

As long as neon lights shine

And music takes them away

From everything else but that dancefloor

Where sometimes stranger’s eyes will meet

And sparks fly

One look at dancefloor

Everyone else fades away

Just music and spark remains

The thrill of night

Dancefloor is center of everything 

Another good time

Let the beat of music set you free

Live in this moment

Surrounded by music and neon lights

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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I already know

It is hard to explain

This feeling I’m having

How I can feel inside me

That I know the truth

You didn’t want to tell me

More I’m around you

It is even clearer

That what you are trying to hide

But I see though you

I see it in your eyes

I don’t need to wonder

What I will find

I no longer need answer from you

I already know

Truth that your lies can’t cover no more

Your broke your promises

And didn’t keep your word

Apparently it was too hard

You stay faithful

Too hard to tell me that you don’t love me anymore 

It only hurts little while

This pain will pass

I will move on

I’ll keep my word and leave

I won’t stay with cheater

When you find all my stuff is gone

You will know too

That I know the truth

I no longer need your answer

It’s already done and over

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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It’s gone now

Clearly you didn’t know what you had

When you had it

Why else you had thrown it away?

Like it was nothing

You didn’t want it

When it wanted you

It is too late start wanting it now

Because it is gone away

And this time it ain’t coming back.

Why anyone wanted to come back?

Especially what you were offering

That was less than bare minimum 

 Being made feel so unwanted

So lonely

And so low

Who wants to come back to that?

In life there ain’t always second chances  

Going back what used to be

The love you had

That you didn’t want

So it died slow death

In your cruel hands

While you still pretend to be a good person

Lying to yourself

You’re good at that

Paint yourself in this false picture

Someone you are not

Just to silence your guilty conscience

Because you can’t face the truth

You ain’t the good person after all

But the one who leaves

Others hurt and broken 

But now you want back that love

That is so funny since you killed it

So are you really that dump or blind?

That you didn’t see

There is nothing left of that love

That was once there

But now it’s dead and buried 6ft under

It’s gone now

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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She couldn’t find the words

Never found words to say

Doesn’t mean she wasn’t ever feeling

Any of those feelings

She just didn’t have the words

To say out loud

Put everything she was feeling into words

Because when she tried

None of the words felt big enough

Or right words to describe accurately

To explain what she was feeling

She tried to say

She loved you

But…

Even love wasn’t big enough to explain

How in love with you she was

The love was there

But the words were too hard to say

And she was scared

To take risk with

Telling you how she was falling in love with you

But the past heartbreaks

The memory of the pain

Was just too strong

And she was too afraid

Take another chance with love

When last time she had truly loved

Love had almost killed her

And now she too scared

Fearing that would repeat again

And this time she would not survive

So she could not find the words to say

And you got tired of guessing

She end up broken hearted

Because she just could not say 3 words out loud

That you so desperately needed to hear to stay

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Can’t any longer resist growing hope

When I look at you

I find heaven in your eyes

This wasn’t what I planned

Because I swore I would never fall in love

Never again

Yet somehow here I am

Falling yet again

This wasn’t what I had in my mind

But I can’t any longer ignore or deny the mark we share

Is it fate or destiny?

I don’t know

Other than it freaks me out

Too big of coincide

To be ignore

Or try to pretend it means nothing

No matter how hard my head is trying to scream at my heart

It is nothing

But my heart can’t resist

The growing hope 

Telling it is sign of something

Bigger than just a coincidence

Throwing words like sign, destiny, fate…

Like it’s such natural thing to do

While my head and heart

Are on a war again

And more time goes by

More hope grows

While I have no idea what any of this means

And only thing I can do

Is moving forward on this path I am on

Have faith that what’s meant to be finds its way to me

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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She hides it on the stars

She took the secret wish of her heart

To the stars above

Hide it into starry sky

With pale full moon as the only witness

When she is sitting all alone

In the empty beach by the sea

Watching the dark calm sea

That mirrors the starry sky above her

And for this moment

She allows herself to feel the hope

That this wish

Will come true

In the darkness of the night

Where no one can see her

She lets herself have single moment of hope

That she would never admit to anyone

Hiding the wish

Into stars

Writing his name with stars

Tracing it with her finger

And for a moment

Allows herself dream

About what life could be

If this secret wish could come true

Before she gets up

She blows a kiss to the stars

Wishing it will find its way to him

And then she walks away

Disappearing into darkness of the night  

Like she never had been there

Leaving empty beach behind

And stars to hide another secret wish from a heart

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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The forgotten melody

Over the years

It had slowly faded away

In the way

Even the memory about it

Had been forgotten

Lost somewhere along the years gone by

Being buried underneath

Everything

The good and the bad

Especially the bad had covered up so much

So much had been lost

And forgotten

Because all that bad

Had covered so much over those years

Buried so much good underneath

Like it never had been there

Erased even from memories

That this being forgotten

Wasn’t even surprise

Not at this point

But what I thought

Was gone forever

Apparently it wasn’t

Because here it is again

I can finally hear

The quiet return

Of a forgotten melody

That my heart is playing again

I never thought I could ever hear it again

Yet here it is

And it is all because of you

You brought back

Part of me I didn’t even know I could have ever

The forgotten melody

Is back playing in my heart

Fixing a part

 Of my broken heart

I never knew how to heal

Something that I had accepted

Would remain always broken

But now

As the forgotten melody

Has return back to my heart

That was never able to heal

Is slowly mending and healing

After all these years

Only because of you  

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Stay in this dream

I just want to stay in this dream

Not to wake up

You not here

With me

Or have you telling me that I’m waking up soon

And just kiss me goodbye

Before the dream ends

Leaving me with the memory of your kiss

Realize it was just a dream

That none of it was real

But I swear my lips still feel it

And I can’t forget having your arms around me

I don’t know if I even can put in words

How safe I feel

When you put your arms around me

It feels like I’m finally where I belong

I want to stay in a dream

With you

In these sweet dreams

Not having it end

But even the sweetest dream always ends

Leaving me wake up

All alone like always

I was with you and suddenly I’m not anymore

Left with only to hope

That next time I fall asleep

I will dream another dream of you

That for moment I can have you here with me

Even if it is only a dream

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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It would have been if you haven’t

It would have been

Such a bittersweet tragedy

If you have not caused it

All by yourself

Created the mess

And set the trap

Yet it’s you who cries

Yet again crocodile tears

Painting yourself the victim

When it’s all your own fault

In the first place

No one else

Just you all alone

Maybe don’t try cheat

The person you’re in relationship with

If you try paint yourself the victim

That’s getting old

And less and less people

Are buying it

So this ain’t a bittersweet tragedy

They say that the devil is a liar

But compared to you

He is an honest man

You make even devil look less of a liar

Everything that is now happening to you

Isn’t some bittersweet tragedy

It’s called consequences

And this time you can’t escape them

No matter how many crocodile tears you cry

Or how much you try to paint yourself as the victim

It works no more

The consequences are here for you  

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Meant to be his demise

His demise

By your design

How’s that going?

You were so sure of yourself

That you can easily destroy him

Yet it looks like

He is still just living his best life

With no thought of you

Meanwhile you’re sitting

There in misery

Just slowly digging your own grave deeper

But I though the plan was dig grave for him?

To bury him

Destroy him

Yet here he still is

Just living his life like nothing happened

Funny how that works

The demise you meant for him

Is the one you’re

Getting to yourself

So no wonder he is still living his best life

And you’re in misery of your own making

Trying so desperately get any type of attention

From him or anyone this point

Trying desperately filling that hollow existence

 Mask the misery with cheap dopamine hits

From social media attention

While you sit digging your grave deeper

Demised meant for him is all yours

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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It’s too late speak now

Don’t know what you were thinking

Coming back after everything had been ended

For so long time ago

Trying to speak now

Well it is way too little

And much too late

Speak now?!

Like all of it had not happened

Like life had not moved on

That everything would have been put on hold

And just waiting

Until you choose to comeback

But I do have news for you

My life doesn’t pause when you disappear

It moves on without you

 And you get left behind

Losing your place on my life

There is no vacancy for you come back to now

Others have come

And filled what little vacancy

You might have left behind

They don’t need step in and out of my life

Instead they set permanent presence

Knowing this is where they want to be

And not revolving door where you

Don’t know are you in or out

Or just spinning around

Without needing ever make any choice

Well I’m sorry but that door

Is now closed for my life

It is too late speak now

Because there is nothing to speak about

Everything I would have wanted to speak with you

Doesn’t matter anymore

And whatever you want to say

I don’t care to hear about it

It won’t change anything that happened

Can’t turn back time

Or take back all the hurt you caused

Regardless did mean to cause it or not   

It’s just too late so save it for someone else    

That might want to hear it  

Because I don’t

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Not wanting this

Love shouldn’t be spiraling into

Never-ending roller-coaster of downward spiral

Into lies and betrayal

Mixed with little moments of love bombing

Guilt trips from viper friends    

Every time trying to walk away

Funny how that works?

Vipers come out stop walking away

From toxic mess

That they call “the true love”

When it has nothing to with love

 And everything to do with enjoying the benefits

Not wanting those to end

Because if one walks away from the viper

So will the benefits end

 How dare one would even think about leaving a vipers nest?

Stop being used and abused

That’s unforgiveable

Walk away from lying cheater

And venomous twofaced backstabbing friends  

That is such a wonderful place to be

Staying in misery

Around venomous people

Keep one stuck in this sick never-ending roller-coaster of downward spiral

That’s wonderful life to live

Who would ever want to escape that?  

That is crazy

Not wanting to be cheated, betrayed and used

Spend rest of their life stuck with toxic people

But that doesn’t make sense

Since they are such a wonderful people

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Before it’s too late

Nothing last forever

We all know that

But it seems like you don’t

So open your eyes

Before it is too late

Don’t you see what is happening to us?

I don’t want to leave

But soon I’m forced to walk away

From you

From this love

Love that hurts more everyday

It is so hard

When holding on and letting go both hurt

What is right or wrong?

How I can I even know?

Both are hurting me

And leaving me broken

Hope that is trying so hard not to die

That maybe

Maybe you would change

 If I wait just little longer

But it would only leave me more broken inside

And still nothing change

It’s still the same

Knowing right thing is only to walk away 

 But it is so hard

C.F. Grönroos ©             

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Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

I could never call that love  

You gave a lot to that relationship

You gave all to that person

While you were given little to nothing back

Sorry that was wrong

You gave a lot of love

But were only given back a lot of lies

Being cheated, betrayed and hurt

And disrespected constantly

Apparently that is “love”

At least according to person you’re with

I never knew that lying and cheating is love

For me that has nothing to with love

May that type of “love” never find me

Because that sounds being stuck in relationship

With someone who absolutely hates me

And has never loved me

I can’t understand how someone could cheat and lie

And do all those other horrible and hurtful things

While claiming being in with love person they hurt

That is not what I was taught love is

Purposely hurt and cause pain

To the one claim to love

Sorry but I can’t understand how that is even possible

Doing it purposely and not even accidentally

Knowing it is all wrong

Yet keep doing it anyway

While call it still love

And being so in love

I could never call that love

For me all that sounds

Just hate and abuse

And has nothing to do with love  

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

Soft words same poison

No matter how soft those words are

The poison still stays same

Nothing will ever change

The same lies

You keep repeating

Love you and I really mean it

Yet hidden on your phone

Photos of someone else

You keep saving

Over and over again

That is such a loving behavior

Really tells how much you love

That other person

Because if you actually were

In love with the one you’re in relationship

You would never need to

Save pictures of someone else

No need wandering eyes

Secret midnight drives

Across the city

So yes nothing has changed

Soft words and the same poison

You keep spewing

From your lying lips

Like always

Won’t you ever get tired of it?

Think this is wrong?

Or are you just so self-absorbed

That only you, your needs and wants matter

No matter how many people you hurt along the way?

As long you get what you want

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

in landscapes unfamiliar

In landscapes unfamiliar,
when the destination shines in the distance,
the path does not always reveal itself.

There may be no signpost,
no worn road beneath the feet,
only hills rolling into shadow,
fields bending under strange winds,
and the far glimmer of something hoped for
calling from beyond the unknown.

But if one keeps walking,
if one remains on the journey,
step after uncertain step,
with dust on the shoes
and questions in the heart,

the way appears.

Not all at once,
not as a map unfolded in the hand,
but as a clearing between trees,
a break in the stone,
a small light on the water.

And at last
the fisherman reaches the lake,
stands quietly at the edge
of all he had been seeking,

and makes his first cast.

July 11, 2015 (expanded June 2026)

in landscapes unfamiliar

In landscapes unfamiliar,
when the destination shines in the distance,
the path does not always reveal itself.

There may be no signpost,
no worn road beneath the feet,
only hills rolling into shadow,
fields bending under strange winds,
and the far glimmer of something hoped for
calling from beyond the unknown.

But if one keeps walking,
if one remains on the journey,
step after uncertain step,
with dust on the shoes
and questions in the heart,

the way appears.

Not all at once,
not as a map unfolded in the hand,
but as a clearing between trees,
a break in the stone,
a small light on the water.

And at last
the fisherman reaches the lake,
stands quietly at the edge
of all he had been seeking,

and makes his first cast.

July 11, 2015 (expanded June 2026)

in landscapes unfamiliar

In landscapes unfamiliar,
when the destination shines in the distance,
the path does not always reveal itself.

There may be no signpost,
no worn road beneath the feet,
only hills rolling into shadow,
fields bending under strange winds,
and the far glimmer of something hoped for
calling from beyond the unknown.

But if one keeps walking,
if one remains on the journey,
step after uncertain step,
with dust on the shoes
and questions in the heart,

the way appears.

Not all at once,
not as a map unfolded in the hand,
but as a clearing between trees,
a break in the stone,
a small light on the water.

And at last
the fisherman reaches the lake,
stands quietly at the edge
of all he had been seeking,

and makes his first cast.

July 11, 2015 (expanded June 2026)

Just had to keep smiling

The illusions what she thought they love was

Shattered like a glass

Seeing everything clearly

For the first time

She could not come up with excuses

And she could not look away

No matter how much she wanted

It was like devastating crash

That anyone just can’t look away

Just stand there while the world burns

On that very moment all was lost

She know this was the end

But anyone else didn’t notice

She was standing frozen

On hot summer day middle of June’s heat wave

Her heart shattered like glass 

Yet she had to stand there

Like nothing was wrong

While her world was burning down

Right front of her eyes

All she wanted to do was scream you lied to me

But she could not

Because no one else didn’t understood

What had just happened right front of everyone

What his words had revealed

The February work trip

That he had to extend twice

Even pass the Valentine’s Day

Had apparently been over week before

And he did not notice saying that

Where he had been those two weeks and with whom?

There was million questions running through her head

But she just had to keep smiling like nothing was wrong

While find out her husband was having affair

But she could not ruin her little sister’s wedding day

So she pretends her tears are happiness for her sister

While her life falls apart silently front of 250 people

But no one notices it

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

Driving away from this ghost town

If you thought

That you were able to drive me out

Of this town

I’m sorry to disappoint you

But you don’t have that kinda power

Truth to be told

I’m not even that heartbroken

You really don’t understand why I left the ring

There so you can find it 

But no note because there was nothing I could say

That you would have understood

It wasn’t like I haven’t tried to tell you hundred times how unhappy I was

You didn’t drive me out

I left you looking at my taillights

As I was driving out of this ghost town

Small town with such close minded people

Stuck in living their life to cradle to grave same way

Only Lord knows how I was suffocating there

The breaking up

It was the best thing that could happen to me

 It was giving me reason to leave and never look back

That no one would question about

I know they all might call me crazy but I don’t care

Because you won’t ever be brave enough to leave with me

No you’re the boy who is happy staying stuck

With the life your parents choose for you

Nothing you have is your own

Not even you thoughts

Your mama is choosing those for you

And your father owns your business

Only rebellious act you ever did was fall for me

Or maybe it would be safer to say

The falsely painted picture of me

Of the version you had made up on your mind

Because she was never me

And I can’t ever be her

So now I’m leaving this ghost town on cloud of dust

Finally able to breath

Further away I get more I feel alive

Breaking speed limits, city limits, state lines

Not stopping until I end up on coast line

 Then I can look a map and maybe pick a place

Stop and start to think

Would I like to settled down

Or just keep moving on

Until I find a place

Where my heart yells I’m home

Going anywhere but never back that ghost town  

That is something I left in a rearview mirror 1000 miles ago

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

That one broken heart

The heart that had once loved

Had been left forgotten

Collecting dust

Such a sad sight

But no one was there to see it

It had been left all alone

In the dark corner

Forgotten and abandoned

By the one who had swore

The never ending love

That had only end up become

Another forever turning out to be just for now

No forever after all

And never ending well the end

Did come really quickly

The love that was supposed to be

Once in a blue moon

Something so rare and beautiful

Did end out of blue

With a change of a mind

Along words

Needing time and space

And somehow the “space”

Lead to moving in with someone else

Just a week later

  So the once a loving heart

Left forgotten and collecting dust

While everyone else moved on

With their lives like nothing had happened

All but one broken heart

That was left alone in dark

To be forgotten

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

Forgotten but no longer

It was old cardboard box

Left forgotten on the back corner of attic

Under dust of the years gone by

From the outside it did not look

Like there would be anything valuable inside

It had nothing written on the sides or top

There was no hint what could be inside

She was thinking just throwing it away

But still she opened it

To find the treasure that was hidden inside

It wasn’t gold

Nor something worth a lot of money

Still there was treasure

Left forgotten in cardboard box

The tears of happiness filled her eyes

She was trying to fight them

As she carried box away from the attic

Set it down next to the old record player

And took first of the old records from the box

It had been her father’s favorite record

 She thought all these records had been lost

And she would never able to have them again

But room filled with that familiar sound of guitar

With past years tango singer’s magnificent and powerful voice

Like it had been only yesterday when her father had played these records

And not decades these been forgotten

 Lost under the dust

Now playing like it had never stopped

She was sitting down on the floor

Crying from happiness and missing those carefree childhood days

The songs she had sing along back then

That had been written in her heart

They had never fully faded away 

It was like coming home hearing all these songs

And the forgotten records were no longer forgotten

Back to be played

No, all treasures ain’t gold some are actually priceless

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

Born it on my veins

Even in silence of a night

Lying on bed not moving

There is something that won’t ever stop

No matter it is the one thing that just remains

It never goes away

And I can’t get rid of

Trust me I have tried

Yet it remains

Hidden so deep inside

The adrenaline in my veins

Build in death wish

Or so I have been told

 Reckless daredevil with adrenaline constantly in my veins

But I can’t help it

I was born this way

Just another adrenaline junkie

Fallen in love with the adrenaline in veins

Like gasoline that fuels me

Chasing the next taste of rush

Regardless how dangerous

No matter how many times it has nearly killed me

Have death an inch away

Even that can’t stop me

Zero fear to death 

But giving everything to feel 0 to 100 miles in 60 seconds 

Living for the faster and higher

Risks that can kill

Yet is the best rush in life

Tightrope between life and death

Moment that truly makes life living worth

Trust me I know it’s bad for me in everyway

Still I can’t help but love the adrenaline I was born on my veins

And it never goes away

I tried therapy and ignore it 

Stopped even to chase the next rush

I’m tired to denying that like it’s not me anymore

When it never went away

I was born it on my veins

No matter what

It is who I truly am

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

To trust you is mistake

To trust you is not only mistake

It’s a grave mistake for anyone

And no one can escape the knives

Which you will stab them on the back

That is the guarantee with you

While you play the victim

I do admit you are really getting good at it

Crying like you mean it

Yet it’s all crocodile tears

While you have the next knife ready

Your promises won’t ever last long

Because you’re always looking how to get more use

Out of anyone who is unfortunate

Come across their path with you

Even then it’s mostly organized by you

I feel sorry for anyone who comes across with you

And decides to trust you

They have no idea

What is waiting for them?

Because with you its guarantee what’s coming sooner or later 

I only hope that they will learn

Never to make same mistake a

After the first time

And don’t need to be hurt by your betrayal over and over again  

That you won’t ever change

You are always the one who breaks all the promises

And stabs them on their back

With every opportunity

Especially if it benefits you even a little bit

 Because you don’t care who you use

As long it benefits you

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

He trusted you

How many times had you tell him?

To tell all his secrets to you and trust you

Whisper it to you like it is some romantic moment

 And you promised to keep those secrets forever

Just as you had promised to keep your wedding vows?

But those you had not only broken already

You’re continuing to breaking them over and over again

Even though you keep promising

“That this time is different”

Only different is the knife on his back from you

He really did trust in wrong person

Not knowing what viper he let inside

 Did not know you would come to his life

And poison his life

Turning his home and closest friends into vipers nest instead

All those moments when he was sharing his secrets to you

In those such a lovely and intimate moments

He had no idea

Those moments were you collection information

That you could use against him 

And even though you promised

None of it ever stayed as secret between you and him

Because you have spent years gossiping behind his back

With people who pretend to be his friends’ front of his face

But laugh at him behind his back

Because you have poisoned so many around him

He doesn’t even know how far your venom has reached

And all of the things you have ruined for him

He trusted you

Now he is paying the price of that mistake

But who said that you can keep him forever locked inside

Of the poisonous vipers nest

That you had built on lies

Because you can’t keep it up much longer

Change is coming soon

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

Was it a mistake?

As I hear The King still singing on the radio

Let our love survive

I can’t help but think of you

Still after so many years

Did we just let go of what shouldn’t never been let go?

Was it fault of foolish young hearts?

Or destiny written down

That we just could not change

But suspicion has no place in love

And you didn’t give me anything else

So I had to leave

And let go of it all

Sometimes looking back after the years

It is so easy to see what one could not see at the moment

The mistakes

And how in the end those weren’t such a mistakes after all

Maybe things would have gone differently

If we had not let our love die

Whose fault it was?

No longer matters

Not all love stories are meant to live forever

Not ours at least

It wasn’t all bad

But the good just wasn’t enough

There were too many tears

Unlike on the song you weren’t there wipe away the tears

And darling you did lie

So many lies but those don’t matter anymore

So I will turn off the radio

And walk away from these memories

In the end it wasn’t such a mistake

Sometimes love just isn’t enough…

C.F. Grönroos ©             

Original poem and all the rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos

"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26

We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.

#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem

"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26

We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.

#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem

"Pinky"
#Teableau 06Apr26

We can't be forever forlorning,
We must cherish a sweet spring morning;
The rest of the day will Be, regardless,
The world will intrude, the world may be heartless,
But we have in this moment Ostara's adorning.

#Tea #Spring #Springtime #BlackTea #VintageChina #Rosebuds #Teableau #TeaCozy #TeaCosy #Handmade #Quilting #Crochet #VintageLinen #BabyChicks #Poetry #OriginalPoem

✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss Addams

Petals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.

My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.

Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.

Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.

Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.

This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all.

#fedipoets #originalpoem #poetryWriting

✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss Addams

Petals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.

My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.

Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.

Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.

Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.

This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all.

#fedipoets #originalpoem #poetryWriting

✨ Staying the Night
by Crissy Bliss Addams

Petals fall, stars endure.
Both whisper, soft and sure:
beauty remains, even after loss.
Hope still shines, no matter the cost.

My words are constellations,
woven through quiet revelations.
Each one, a seed of love,
scattered like starlight above.

Because love is not flawless light.
It’s the courage to stay through night.
To hold when storms refuse to cease,
to offer presence,
to offer peace.

Love walks with us through shadowed skies.
It sees strength where brokenness lies.
It chooses again—through struggle, through pain.
A promise to grow,
a promise to remain.

Guiding hearts toward brighter skies,
where grief transforms,
and courage flies.
Reminding us through night’s embrace
that healing blooms,
and light finds space.

This is love.
This is endurance.
This is the cosmos…
inside us all.

#fedipoets #originalpoem #poetryWriting

The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss Addams

You don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.

We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.

I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.

Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.

We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking.

#originalpoem #eternallove #shortstory

The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss Addams

You don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.

We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.

I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.

Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.

We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking.

#originalpoem #eternallove #shortstory

The Only Constant is Change
by Crissy Bliss Addams

You don’t know my face; neither do I yours
But our hearts recognize each other.

We’ve been playing this game for centuries now, changing bodies as easily as our clothes.

I follow you thru the cosmos,
You find me in every galaxy.

Time and space do not matter, anymore.
Only the unfolding.

We keep playing until we transcend
Physical forms, until then thank you
For kisses, hugs, and lovemaking.

#originalpoem #eternallove #shortstory

🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.

Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.

Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.

This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.

I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.

🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.

#EverlastingLove #LeoInferno #OriginalPoem

🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.

Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.

Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.

This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.

I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.

🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.

#EverlastingLove #LeoInferno #OriginalPoem

🌞 Everlasting Inferno
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I don’t fall in love—
I ignite.
I set horizons on fire
and dare the stars to keep pace.

Love is not a whisper—
it is thunder,
it is wildfire,
it is the roar of a lioness
claiming eternity.

Your touch is gasoline,
your gaze the match.
With you, I am consumed,
and in the blaze,
I am reborn.

This is not fragile devotion—
this is molten,
this is marrow,
this is forever carved in flame.

I am the Sun,
and when I love,
I scorch galaxies into memory.
Spicy, salty, playful—
yes.
But also eternal,
because my fire never dies.

🔥 I am love in its fiercest form—calm in the glow, ecstatic in the blaze.

#EverlastingLove #LeoInferno #OriginalPoem

Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.

I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.

Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.

Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen.

#BloomingInPrivate #HibiscusHealing
#OriginalPoem

Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.

I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.

Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.

Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen.

#BloomingInPrivate #HibiscusHealing
#OriginalPoem

Blooming in Private
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I bled in public—
left trails of heartbreak in captions,
stitched sorrow into metaphors,
hoping someone would read between the scars
and call it healing.

I mistook visibility for closure,
confession for connection,
but pain, when paraded,
only deepens its roots.

Now, I bloom in private—
no spotlight, no spectacle.
Just quiet mornings,
soft rituals,
and the slow unfurling of peace.

Growth doesn’t need applause.
It needs soil,
stillness,
and the courage to be unseen.

#BloomingInPrivate #HibiscusHealing
#OriginalPoem

Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss Addams

They kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.

Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.

This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.

I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.

I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.

#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud

Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss Addams

They kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.

Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.

This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.

I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.

I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.

#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud

Love in The Light
By Crissy Bliss Addams

They kiss me like no one’s watching,
and adore me like everyone is.
Because
I am not a secret.
I am a celebration.

Their hands know my history,
but they worship my body now.
I am chosen in daylight
Beloved in all seasons
not just desired in shadows.

This is a love that lingers in doorways,
that memorizes my tea,
that speaks my name with reverence
with respect and pure tranquility.

I am the perfect fit
I am their glorious sky.
And they look up in awe
every time.

I am loved: fully, fiercely, without edit.
Not in silence.
Not in hiding.
But in the light
where I was always meant to be.

#QueerJoy #OriginalPoem #LoveStory #LivedExperience #LoveOutLoud

Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen

Reading a few words that collected themselves together in my head yesterday as I reflected upon Yggdrasil and Wodan’s quest for wisdom.
#pagan #paganism #germanicpagan #norsepagan #Wodan #odin #poem #reading #originalpoem #poetry #writer #writing #druid #heathen

📢 new post on The Winged Life !

featuring the lyrics of « One Day, » a catchy pop number that is actually a prayer to the divine disguised as a love song…

🔗· https://poligraf.substack.com/p/one-day

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