New poem up on Without Authority: “The Scar Show”. I hope that you all like it.
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Art: Odilon Redon, “Sacred Heart”, (1910)
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New mystical poem up on Without Authority: “Salt Burns”. I hope that you all like it.
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Art: Pablo Picasso, “The Weeping Woman”, (1937)
New mystical poem up on Without Authority: “Horrenda Refero”. I hope that you all like it.
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Art: Evelyn De Morgan, “Demeter Mourning for Persephone”, (1906)
New mystical poem up on Without Authority: “Faerie Tales”. I hope that you all like it.
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Art: Richard Dadd, “Puck”, (1841)
New poem up on Without Authority: “Oh Shambling Great Walls Full Of Woe”. I hope that you all like it.
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Art: John Trumbull, “The Declaration Of Independence”, (1819)
Heart that refuses to break
Broken glass inside my heart
Won’t cut like it used to
Cracks run through it
It is a heart that is covered in scars
Yet nothing can make it break or shatter
No matter how much pain and damage
It has endured
It still beats
After everything it will still beat
And not giving up
It turns all the pain and hurt
Into a strength
That can’t be taken away
No matter how much you did try to
It didn’t let you break it
You kept making me feel so unwanted
So unworthy of love
Tried to dim my shine
Whatever to make me feel less
So you could feel yourself being better than me
But you clearly did think
That I was stuck inside your trap
That I could never leave
But I walked out your life
Even through the fire
Like I was unstoppable
Phoenix rising from the flames
That in the end I was diamond
And each cut just made it more beautiful
The heart that refuses to break
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Never waiting for you
I just can’t stop laughing
You really did think
That I was waiting for you
I know I shouldn’t laugh
But did you seriously think
I would be still waiting on you?
Don’t you hear how ridiculous that is?
That after everything I would wait for you?
You know what you did
And now you think
You can come back like nothing happened?
And everything will be like it used to be
I’m sorry but I have news for you
It won’t
I was never waiting for you
I will never wait for you
Seriously never
I moved on
And you have been dead to me
All this time
So go haunt someone else
Here is nothing for you
There is no place in my life
That you could get back
Did think that I would put a stop on my life?
And wait for you?
Never
My life went on
Now there is nothing where I used to be
Because I did find life somewhere else
You did wake up too late
I’m already gone
And never coming back to you
So don’t cry for me
Because I have found my happiness without you
Not waiting for you was the best decision
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Keeper of secrets
No I don’t have skeletons on my closet
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
Do I even have any secrets of my own anymore?
Because I have cemetery full of other people’s secrets
Locked away from prying eyes
It’s not a small cemetery
Only I know what is buried there
And by who
But no one else has the access
To any of it
Some secrets are small and innocent
Even really sweet
Does someone really like someone specific?
What secret feelings they might be hiding
Especially from everybody else around them
But not from me
Knowing fully well
I’ll keep it all as a secret
It is safely buried
Where no prying eyes can ever get to
Where gossiping gravediggers won’t ever find it either
Because there is only one who can walk there
And know what was buried where
The tombstones have no names
Hiding even more what lies beneath
To hide especially those darker secrets
That is buried so deep
The ones even I didn’t ever want to know
Yet I’m stuck with keeping them
Wanted or not
I’m the keeper of secrets
Good or bad
This is just a part of my destiny
Keep them safe and hidden from the world
In this invisible cemetery of secrets
Where is always a night
That is never ending just like the shadows
Between the trees and endless rows of gravestones
Cemetery of secrets doesn’t ever have blue skies and sunshine
It is a beautiful dark paradise under a full moon
That only keeper of the secrets can find it
C.F. Grönroos ©
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It was never love
How can love turn one so blind?
Not to see how love can turn into something so sick and twisted
The mad love
The bad love
While dancing on the edge of madness
You murdered parts of my heart and soul
And I killed parts myself for you top of that
Because for love
Nothing was high enough price
It was love…
But it really wasn’t
I just could not see it
Because I believed your lies
Especially the biggest ones
How you loved me and could not live without me
The madness was trying to take me down
And because my love for you
I almost let it
More than once
I don’t even know how many times
I was losing my mind
Losing my heart
Losing my soul
Almost lost everything
Just because I fell in love with a wrong person
Because I believed in your lying words
How much you loved me
It was all just dark side of true love
But the black decaying heart of yours
Could never love
How many times you told me
That without me you could not live
And I could not leave because of that
So I stayed years until I saw the truth
It was never love
Since it wasn’t love there were no reasons for me to stay
And sacrifice everything for love
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Learning waiting is sometimes just…
It’s a hard lesson in life
Learn that waiting
Is sometimes just wasting time
For something…
Or someone
That was never worth it
That in life shouldn’t be afraid
Of what might end up face in life
Instead being afraid staying in wrong places
Way too long
Afraid to get stuck
Especially get stuck with wrong people
Because that is even worse waste of time
Waste of everything
Because it’s always more than just time
That we all end up wasting
Losing the precious time for wrong people
Time that can’t be get back
And I have had enough of that
I don’t have much time to waste anyway
Now I’m ready to just walk away
From anything
That doesn’t bring anything good in my life
No matter what or who I need to leave behind
Now it’s a time to find my way
Pick a road that is mine
No matter what I have to face
No longer staying where it doesn’t feel right
Take a leap of faith
To find the place I belong
And stop waiting and wasting time
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Her heart
Unlike what he thought
Her heart wasn’t after all
Something he could just pick up
And put down
Whenever he wanted
That her heart would be
Just something he could play
Whenever he wanted
And put away to play with something else
That it would be there always
Just for him
What he did not know
She knew when the love
She had to give
Was going to be wasted
And knew when to take her heart
Out of the hands
That turns out to be the wrong ones
She no longer was going to waste her time
Or love
No she had already learned this lesson
Seen where these patterns of behavior had lead before
Not repeating the same mistakes
No this time
She went and took back her heart
So when he remembered it
And thought to pick it up again
To play with for awhile
It was nowhere to be found
Neither was she
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Looking back
Now that it has been so many years
And I’m so far away from it all
It is easier to look back
And see the girl at edge of madness
Seeing what I couldn’t see back then
See how much she fought
To stay on that edge
Fought for not falling down
And most of all she fought for the one she loved
Would not go over that edge
That was what she fought so hard
And was willing to sacrifice anything
Not to lose the one she loved
But she could not see
Was how the one she loved
It was the one who wanted to her fall down
And go over that edge
To either pull her in
Or pushing her down over the edge of madness
The goal was the same
Just like a misery
So does the edge of madness
Apparently love the company
Pulling others down on their level
To become trapped
Seeing the betrayal of a former love one
Is now easier than it was back then
It doesn’t hurt any more
But it won’t be ever forgiven either
Because forgiveness was and won’t ever be my thing
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Was it wrong to dream?
Was it too wrong?
Just to dream about falling a love
Have someone to share the good and bad
Everything in between
That life brings
Dreaming about
Finding a little paradise of our own
No more endless roads to nowhere
But finding a way home
Place where I belong
But it seems like
It was just another dream
That was meant to fall apart
Before it even started
Was it wrong to dream?
Should have I just known better
It was doomed from the beginning
I guess my heart never learns
Because it hold on to the hope
For its dying moment
Was the dream wrong?
Or just the person I was dreaming about?
Was it wrong to dream?
At the quite hours of the night all alone
It’s hard to know…
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Heart under the thorns
My heart is again hidden under the thorns
To keep it safe
And away from cold careless hands
That view it too much work
Even trying to reach it
So it stays safe
And don’t fall into wrong hands again
It might look it’s under the roses
But the thorns are waiting
To anyone being a foolish enough trying to reach
Have their fingers to touch
Trying to steal it
Won’t be easy
Those thorns will cut deep
It is a great defense
And easy way to see
Who is worth it and who is not?
Because nowadays
It seems that most just want easy
And just bit of fun
No strings attach’s
But that is not what I want
So until there is someone who truly is worthy of love
The thorns will remain around my heart
Keep it safe
From hands it should never be in
To prove who is worthy of it
And scare rest away
C.F. Grönroos ©
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✨ 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.
Lost while looking for paradise
I’m yet again lost
While I try to look for the paradise
Where I belong
It is so hard to find my way
I know it has to be real
But it so hard to find
Because this can’t be all that there is
There has to be more
This yearning in my heart
Just don’t go away
It’s like something keeps calling me
And I just can’t seem to find what
But I know
There is something waiting for me
Is it a place?
Or a person
I held on this flicker of hope
The faint echo
Of my name
That I keep hearing
And in my heart I know
Whatever I’m looking for
Can be found
Wherever that echo comes from
So I keep looking
And trying to move closer
To find what is calling me
Is it the paradise I have always been trying to find?
C.F. Grönroos ©
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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.
Escaped from edge of madness
The nightmare I once thought
I could never escape
That I would be trapped into to the day I die
I had escape it
Here I stand years later
And it is so hard to believe
That I made it through
No more in edge of madness
That wasn’t even mine
But that madness was trying to take me down
And it almost had me because I was…
Drowning while trying to save someone else
That didn’t want to be saved
Just saying it so I would be trap in more deeply
Yet expected me to move heaven and earth
While drowning me
Same time in that madness
Of the twisted world
Where even true love had dark side
It sound so crazy
I know…
But I was so blinded by the love
That for a while
As shame as I am
I have to admit
That I actually did bought into it
All of that made sense
Coming from that person
It is so hard to explain
How I would believe and bought into it?
If you have never experienced person like that
In your life you can’t understand
No matter how crazy or ridiculous
It would have been
That person makes it make sense
And before you even know or notice
There you are standing edge of madness
No escape
Trapped into by someone
You thought you knew and loved
Only realizing way too late
The one you fell in love was never real
This stranger who is pushing you down the edge
Isn’t the one you fell in love
Outside looks the same
But inside not the same person
Sometimes person before was just a mask
Other times it’s what one becomes
After falling from edge of madness
I was stuck living in edge of madness because of a love
I was even losing my own mind
Couple times even falling down little bit into it
Lucky enough crawling out of it
While the one I loved tried to so hard
Push me down but drag me from edge of madness
Wanting to see me trapped down there
The edge of madness is dangerous place
Especially when the one you try to help up
Is the same one who is trying to get you fall
It took me years to see it and understand this wasn’t anymore love
But I was able to escape edge of madness
And learn sometimes one need to save their self
And I had to save myself from person who I loved
Before I would be over the edge and might never got out
C.F. Grönroos ©
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Frozen heart
She is scared to admit what she dreams about
In that cold heart of hers
That has a never ending winter
Keeping it frozen
And cold in a chest of an Ice Queen
Dream about spring
About love
That could make it beat again
Instead it remains frozen
Not beating for love
Because that is safe
No risks
No chance for new heartbreaks
Just cold and no more loving
Because love lead only hurt and disappointments
Never ending winter
In that heart of hers is safe
It is better
Less hurt and pain
Safe from love gone wrong
Too many times
So it is no longer worth
Even give a chance
It will end the same anyway
So what’s the point?
Love can go disappoint and hurt someone else
This time she will pass it
No longer interested to be part of
The never ending wicked game called falling in love
That frozen heart remains safe
C.F. Grönroos ©
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🌞 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.
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