Some poems again
So last two days been a bit hectic at work, costumers waiting non stop. It also been really nice tho, its much nicer to work when there is alot to do rather than just go around fixing boxes in neat rows or things like that.
I am however quite tired and my head is too... mushy to come out with anything new and interesting to write here so I thought I would share some more of my poems. Not sure how many of my readers actually read poetry but... you can all start now!
Interesting
It's interesting
this love of mine
so soft, so warm
and cold as ice.
It's interesting
the way you are
so here and now
and touch the sky.
It's interesting
both you and I
so right it is
the way we fit.
It's interesting
this love of mine
the way we are
both you and I.
It is abit fascinating to read my old poetry, its quite obvious that I was addicted to vampires when I wrote them. Well, I still am but not as obsessed as I used to be. However, here is an example:
Right now
The night come closing in right now.
And shadows round your mind.
The purple velvet sky above.
Stars shining through the clouds.
I hear your pounding heart right now.
The living of your soul.
Your hand in mine, dear ray of life.
A smoke screen for my eyes.
So drown in ecstasy right now.
A journey out of time.
A fragrance of immortal life.
That feeling made me cry.
Be prisoner of night right now.
Drink potion red as life.
A pendant round your neck I give
my love eternally.
By the way, has anyone here seen Boy A? It is on my "to watch"-list and it would be interesting if anyone out there had seen it.
Over and out
I am however quite tired and my head is too... mushy to come out with anything new and interesting to write here so I thought I would share some more of my poems. Not sure how many of my readers actually read poetry but... you can all start now!
Interesting
It's interesting
this love of mine
so soft, so warm
and cold as ice.
It's interesting
the way you are
so here and now
and touch the sky.
It's interesting
both you and I
so right it is
the way we fit.
It's interesting
this love of mine
the way we are
both you and I.
It is abit fascinating to read my old poetry, its quite obvious that I was addicted to vampires when I wrote them. Well, I still am but not as obsessed as I used to be. However, here is an example:
Right now
The night come closing in right now.
And shadows round your mind.
The purple velvet sky above.
Stars shining through the clouds.
I hear your pounding heart right now.
The living of your soul.
Your hand in mine, dear ray of life.
A smoke screen for my eyes.
So drown in ecstasy right now.
A journey out of time.
A fragrance of immortal life.
That feeling made me cry.
Be prisoner of night right now.
Drink potion red as life.
A pendant round your neck I give
my love eternally.
By the way, has anyone here seen Boy A? It is on my "to watch"-list and it would be interesting if anyone out there had seen it.
Over and out
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
