Poetry
A few days ago I was over at mom's place and there I found, to my delight, my old poetry collection. And when I say "my".. I really mean it. The poems are written by me!
Guess that's is something most people didn't know about me, that I write poetry. Or, at least that I used to. Some of them are over 10 years old. Its fun tho, most of them were bad. I mean really bad. I mean, something you would find on the third page of Google-bad. I went through it all and did find some I wanted to save, and some I am really proud of.
So I thought that over time I will post part of them here, both the english and the swedish ones. I guess you non-swedes can entertain yourself with trying to translate. Will start off with some stuff I wrote when I was around 16-17 or so.
Cry to heaven
Cry to heaven,
no one can hear.
Cry to heaven,
they can’t feel your fear.
Touch the stars,
that you have above.
Touch the stars,
and reach for love.
Let them scream,
don’t you turn.
Let them scream,
let them learn…
And here is a swedish one:
Livets bok
Se livet som en oskriven bok.
Ja, lev och fyll dess sidor.
I motvind kan det vara svårt.
Men lev ditt liv, lyft bort ditt ok.
Tag ord för ord och rad för rad.
Så kommer hela stycken.
Hys hopp om livet som du har.
Och skapa text, på tomma blad.
That's all you get for now, because I got some wrestling to catch up on. Time to drool over John Morrison!
Over and out
Guess that's is something most people didn't know about me, that I write poetry. Or, at least that I used to. Some of them are over 10 years old. Its fun tho, most of them were bad. I mean really bad. I mean, something you would find on the third page of Google-bad. I went through it all and did find some I wanted to save, and some I am really proud of.
So I thought that over time I will post part of them here, both the english and the swedish ones. I guess you non-swedes can entertain yourself with trying to translate. Will start off with some stuff I wrote when I was around 16-17 or so.
Cry to heaven
Cry to heaven,
no one can hear.
Cry to heaven,
they can’t feel your fear.
Touch the stars,
that you have above.
Touch the stars,
and reach for love.
Let them scream,
don’t you turn.
Let them scream,
let them learn…
And here is a swedish one:
Livets bok
Se livet som en oskriven bok.
Ja, lev och fyll dess sidor.
I motvind kan det vara svårt.
Men lev ditt liv, lyft bort ditt ok.
Tag ord för ord och rad för rad.
Så kommer hela stycken.
Hys hopp om livet som du har.
Och skapa text, på tomma blad.
That's all you get for now, because I got some wrestling to catch up on. Time to drool over John Morrison!
Over and out
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