What are you doing March 7th? Postponed until April 4th!

I’m going to be a proper nervous wreck and you’re all invited to witness it! How about that?!

A good while ago (way too long actually) I did a post about how I wanted to do slam poetry on stage in the near future. That didn’t happen, and I’m thinking it’s about time that I do something about that!


It’s been way too long since I’ve been to Slam! night at CafรฉTeatret in Oslo (they host it once every month), but yesterday I went together with Kirsti, Torje and Kaya and they asked me if I was going to get up on stage this time around. The pressure was on, and a part of me really wanted to, while another part of me was looking for a big black hole to sink into just thinking about it. Because here’s the thing; I have a weird thing about being on stage with a microphone. I can easily get up on a stage and do a whole thing about something work related, or talk about a subject that I’m passionate about. I can do it without breaking a sweat. But getting up in front of people to present my own work is a whole different story!

Not only do I break out all of the sweats, but I black out! I’m not even kidding! It’s not that I choke, but I just can’t remember my own performance afterwards. It happened both in my dad’s 50th birthday party, and in my sister’s 40th birthday party. Both times I wrote a personal poem, both times I got up in front of a lot of faces and shared my writing, and both times is just as much a black hole lost from my memory. From what I’ve been told both performances were really good, and they loved the poems, but for some reason my brain just won’t let me participate in the party! I remember getting up, THEN NOTHING, and then I come back when they’re applauding.

What kind of weird defence mechanism is that?

But, as you guys know, I’m all about getting out of my comfort zone and grow, and this is the perfect opportunity to do just that. So I promised my friends that March 7th will be the day where I get up on that stage and share my own writing!

I will be filming it and post it to YouTube if I’m happy with the result, but if you want to see it live and in all it’s awkwardly nervous gloriousness, then you can follow me on Instagram, because I will be livestreaming it there!


So why am I posting this here if I’m so freaking nervous about it? Because as soon as this post goes live for everyone to see, then I really have to do it! No turning back! And I encourage you to hold me to it!

So, will I see you there?ย 

A Series of Short Poems by Neil Hilborn

Neil Hilborn’s poetry always moves me in a way that few other slam poets do. His words are so vulnerable and filled with feelings. It reaches out of the screen and touches me. Makes me feel every little feeling that he’s trying to express. It is true talent by a true poet!


A Teacher, Eh? by Grist and Larsen

I’ve been a fan of Mark Grist for quite some time now. I still can’t get enough of this movie and poem:

I have no idea how many times I’ve watched Girls Who Read. It touched me in a way that is rare. It’s a special kind of love that only true artists can make one feel.

About a week ago Grist and Larsen posted a new video on their channel and this one is just as powerful and strong.

Enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚

Waiting by Thadra Sheridan

As I was heading of to duck under the covers and get a few hours of needed sleep I stumbled upon this poem by Thadra Sheridan and had to share it with you guys.

The customer isnโ€™t always right! Sorry if I burst your bubble, but someone had to say it sooner or later.

Enjoy and have a good night ๐Ÿ™‚

Jenesis Fonseca – The Way To A Woman’s Heart

I came across thist strong and beautiful poem today and just had to share it with you guys. Always love yourself! Love yourself enough to know when it is time to let go of the things in your life that doesn’t make you happy!

Enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚