Kategori: Poem

During a run I noticed that the city park workers had done maintenance in our little lake called Ingsbergssjí¶n I often misspell its name. This day full of sun offered interesting aspects Like how some thin sheets of ice lingered about and how some ducks stood a top of those thin sheets of ice and…

A little bird told me I command your presence All I have to do is think of you & et voilí ! Yearn burns desire dreams of you thinking of you as the years pass by am I doomed to be just a simply admirer? Or will I touch your flesh someday? Can I ever overcome…

My breath slipping the vowels through your smooth skin My lips inches away naming you bares my soul

ever noticed that quiet passer-by how his eyes lays waste in silence? Why does not that stranger use words to diffuse his passing glint? Why am I accosted by the look conferring upon a judge a burden to my eyes? Do I cause also the same with my still stare? Does my espy instill bareness…

the enmity criss-crosses through different vessels a badmouth masquerading in morality lands with someone in power It has achieved its first purpose Now it can take a stab, a jab, poison other souls Its 2nd intent would love to antagonize my feelings would love to influence my thoughts invade my heart control my impulses eat…

De todos los lugares del mundo es el estómago que más te siente arde al pensar en tí­ Para ser un amor imposible causas un pulsar de añoranza como si alguna vez te hubiese tenido Mi cabeza sin embargo No quiere saber de quimeras y las venas duelen al realizar la cruel realidad de no…

I Sverige bryr sig varken du eller mig om oss. Vi ví¤ntar liksom vintern att hí¥rdna eller lossna en isblock som farar understrí¶mmen i fullkraft malstrí¶mmen med vassa vindar dí¤r stí¥r vi liksom fasta i en hjul som snurrar oí¤ndligt och som en del kallar fí¶r vackert

En mi paí­s nos hemos quedado sin voces. Las habí­a. Hoy queda solo la boquita muerta, sin labia. Ese es el menester del a bien dado, o bien es No hay campo para rijosos no porque no hay rijosos sino porque lo rijoso se ha hecho carrera y como toda carrera hay competencia para ser…

Eres el aire en sí­ sin tí­ nada Contigo todo. Como tenerte entre mis manos cuando ni puedo verte y hasta oraciones aviento al aire para que el viento te las lleve a tus oí­dos te pido que me escuches que te necesito quisiera verte en mis brazos que triste es ser yo tener imaginación…

If every thought were a breath of air when you ceased to exist Who is to be my life support? When all I ever was you & I chose you as a lifestyle . Like blood chooses to run in veins as a natural course.