There is a rush to throwing yourself into a wave.
A certain giddiness or
a daring hope,
that this time
you will make it to the other side.
Head high and anxiety low,
Able to reassure yourself that
Yes, you can do it.

It is such a rush
that when the ocean breaks on your head,
you know that underwater is temporary,
And bearable.
So here you go.
Set your eyes on that wave,
tell yourself,
this time I will do it.
I will never know
If I don’t try after all.

So what if I have been here,
been trying, for years?
The water laps at my neck, as I cough.
I have been at sea for so long,
my muscles ache, heart most of all.
I keep trying, though
My lips are blue,
glabrous flesh has wrinkled,
And I can hardly see
for all the salt in my eyes.
Brine?
Tears?
I can’t tell.

Though I crave to rest,
The sea does not care.
Each attempt leeching heat,
and locks growing green as kelp.
I fear that should I rest now,
I would never see shore again.
But rather,
find my new bed is one of the sea,
Where I could sleep,
undisturbed by the crashes above,
and never drown.

Yellow and lime
Distinct in rhyme
Have raised their heads before their time
Wordsworth's words sought in kind

Intent rearranged as the gaze has changed with age
Do Daffodils cheer me up?
Not so vast in a public park

For experience raises expectations
or am I the holder of a colder heart
further inline set to depart

A voice stored inside reminds
with a twinkle in his eye that
'Variety is the spice of life'

Svart och vit
Dag och natt
Sovande och vaken
Lekande och stridande
Skadad och obruten
Frisk och sjuk
Död och liv
Bollen är rund
Allt kan hända
Vänta en stund
Det kommer en låda
Som är för närvarande tom
Men som du ska fylla.

I’ve been planted
with sunflower seeds,
been irrigated once a day
with condition of conceived forecast,
been left under the sun to grow and burn,
So I grew and bloomed and blossomed and flowered
and opened my ****** petals for the hungry hornet to see,
I felt the sting and the slit and the pain and the *****,
My pistil now empty, I ached and wept
for the hornet fluttered and flew and travelled,
pollen on his lips, I wept and shattered,
I birthed a daughter, beautiful and tall,
but I dwindled and shrunk and weakened and waned,
felt fingers on my stem, pulling and plucking,
Petals depleted, dried and drained,
wasted away, a hornet on its way

When you fall for someone just know that you’re not at fault,
For you are but an innocent lover,
When you fall for someone just know that you should never hault,
For it is the most beautiful feeling ever.

When you fall for someone, you should not care at all,
About how you might end up in your life,
Will it be with them or without them, for all
You know that they might come around and make it all worth the strife.

When you fall in love with someone, just know that you are lucky
Because love isn’t easy to come by these days,
When you fall in love with someone just accept it as the key
To all the doors that are locked in front of you, and unlock them all in beautiful ways.

When you fall in love with someone, be prepared, for it might burn,
To know that they may not feel the same,
But when you fall in love with someone, you are already prepared to churn,
Every last piece of you heart and soul in this never ending game.

But remember that when you fall in love with someone,
It is the most beautiful experience in the world,
It makes your heart beat with theirs as one
It makes you the happiest in this world.

It may be difficult at times,
to accept that they might not feel the same,
But trust me it’ll be more melodious than wind chimes,
And you will know that you are in true love when all you want from the world is to hear it calling their name.

You will be okay even if they don’t show up,
Every now and then when you’re in need,
You’ll be fine even if they have given up
On you and your love on which you feed.

It is okay to be sad sometimes, to cry your heart out
For it will only make you feel better,
It is okay to be angry and lash out,
But remember, with their thought In your mind, there nothing better.

So whenever you fall in love with someone, don’t expect anything from them
For expectations are your worst enemy and they make all attempts go in vain
Just let things unfold and imbibe the beauty wrapped in them,
And let them be, for thinking will only give you pain.

When you're 21
and barely
employed
and wholly
depressed
people expect
you to pull
your ****
together
and handle it
well,
you ought to say
f*ck you
**** is nasty
and I expect
to flush mine
down
the toilet drain

But then again

I initiate conversation
But you never reply

And every ring of the phone
I have expected someone else

But even if I knew it's not you
I can't stop this feeling of disappointment