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Dazzling humanity obscuring my vision How can I see in a rolling sea Who shall I live for if not for myself With a biting, scratching, pain takes its place inside my skin Bypassing old routines, yet I am not free They come back The pain passes and the thoughts are thrown into the sea again. Newfound bud in a struggling soul An inner self with a small sack, heavy as a locomotive Will a dusk want to rise A sunrise to set A heart to bleed Through picturesque details A critical harvest Newly spun eyes to hear with In cheerful songs the fiddler cries Common homeland in different cities In original forms and sacred things, to be approached with reverence Midsummer dance in the prolonged cold Maintaining the aspiration to breathe life into one's past In the hope of better timber for the coming day. (TheOriginal poem in Swedish written by me) Bländande mänsklighet skymmer min syn Hur skall jag se i ett böljande hav Vem ska jag leva för om inte mig själv Med bitande, klösande smärta tar sin plats innanför min hud Kringgår gamla rutiner ändå är jag ej fri De kommer tillbaka Smärtan går över, tankarna kastas i havet igen Nyfunnen knopp i en ytterst kämpande själ Ett inre med liten säck, tung som ett lok Vill en skymning stiga? En soluppgång sjunka Ett hjärta blöda Genom pittoreska detaljer En kritisk skörd Nyspunna ögon att höra med I ****** visa gråter spelmannen Gemensam hembygd i olika städer I ursprungliga former och heliga ting, ska nalkas med vördnad Midsommardans i den långvariga kylan Bibehålla strävandet att blåsa liv i ens förflutna I hopp om bättre virke för kommande dag.
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May 16
May 16, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
A day of many
Dazzling humanity obscuring my vision How can I see in a rolling sea Who shall I live for if not for myself With a biting, scratching, pain takes its place inside my skin Bypassing old routines, yet I am not free They come back The pain passes and the thoughts are thrown into the sea again. Newfound bud in a struggling soul An inner self with a small sack, heavy as a locomotive Will a dusk want to rise A sunrise to set A heart to bleed Through picturesque details A critical harvest Newly spun eyes to hear with In cheerful songs the fiddler cries Common homeland in different cities In original forms and sacred things, to be approached with reverence Midsummer dance in the prolonged cold Maintaining the aspiration to breathe life into one's past In the hope of better timber for the coming day. (TheOriginal poem in Swedish written by me) Bländande mänsklighet skymmer min syn Hur skall jag se i ett böljande hav Vem ska jag leva för om inte mig själv Med bitande, klösande smärta tar sin plats innanför min hud Kringgår gamla rutiner ändå är jag ej fri De kommer tillbaka Smärtan går över, tankarna kastas i havet igen Nyfunnen knopp i en ytterst kämpande själ Ett inre med liten säck, tung som ett lok Vill en skymning stiga? En soluppgång sjunka Ett hjärta blöda Genom pittoreska detaljer En kritisk skörd Nyspunna ögon att höra med I ****** visa gråter spelmannen Gemensam hembygd i olika städer I ursprungliga former och heliga ting, ska nalkas med vördnad Midsommardans i den långvariga kylan Bibehålla strävandet att blåsa liv i ens förflutna I hopp om bättre virke för kommande dag.
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Dear tomorrow, Thank you for working so hard yesterday. Yours, Today.
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Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
Letter to tomorrow
How can so much go wrong under a sky filled with pinks, golds, and blues? These days, it feels like a chore to turn on the evening news. Don't get me wrong. I know life has never been a pleasure cruise. But day by day, I'm getting more addicted to the snooze button
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Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
Snooze button
day by day losing routine day after day losing more motivation day after day missing my friends day after day feeling more numb
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
quarantine 2020
Some days, someone stays late Not to write But to sort things out- A messy house A healthy meal And a tiny fellow to rear. In early dawn someone wakes Not to read, nor gather thoughts To write a piece of poem But strength for all the chores- From toasting breads And scrambling eggs, To determining some life choices And more. Sometimes she gets drunk Not with words nor with wine But of thinking Where time has gone For quite a while A dead poet has lived within her For so long.
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
Dead Poet
bartering time for money, wasting it on love or vice versa rationalizing choices in white rabbit pocket watch anxiety a pound of flesh to sell off a soul in limited real estate high yield ******* not a single serving available to nourish the mind after insipid, ear-bleeding monologue conversations compiling minutes into days suffered always searching for that quick high, down to the wire bout of ********** asphyxiation in diamond pressure ulcers born in self-induced, great expectations that look like strangers in the distance the breadcrumbs that resemble the stain of dreams feed the drama that knows the only truth the hollow cannot be filled with a diet of Xanax and double shot espresso dancing through norms on marionette strings bartering time for love, wasting it on money or vice versa when time is all we possess wondering, if once that currency is depleted, will your soul finally feel complete
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
New York minutes on an L.A. rush hour stage
You saw a blueberry On the corner of the sidewalk Something you shouldn't have noticed But unexpectedly took interest In a blueberry On the sidewalk With each passing day You'd see that blueberry And with each passing day You looked forward to it To a blueberry On the sidewalk But eventually, the leaves will fall And the snow will come People will move on And nothing will be left Nothing at all Not even a blueberry On the sidewalk
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
blueberry
Some people speak of living for the moment. Having "carpe diem" as their slogan. Their decree to want to take life day by day. Hoping fate will lead the way, and things will always be okay. Taking it easy; Life is a holiday to be enjoyed and celebrated the right way. Others say this is a hippie cliche. That living day to day isn't living, its surviving. It's not thriving, to truely live means striving. Its realizing what you want most and trying. About devising a plan to achieve all you aspire. Gain the skills and knowledge you require. To go higher, elevate and inspire, be someone others admire. Stand with the fruits of labor in your hand that you have acquired and be proud for getting that which you desire. Two ways to look at life I guess. Value one view doesn't make the other less. Assess what's important to you; pave your own road to success. Some play the fame of life as checkers; others as chess.
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Views on Life
I get started Just tell myself First step’s the hardest First mile’s the farthest Just tell myself You got this You can’t miss Just tell myself One step at a time It’ll all be fine Just tell myself You can make it All the way Gotta take it Day by day Just tell myself I’m with you friend Until I get To the end
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
I get started
she didn’t like how she looked, so day by day she changed herself, she tore off skin she didn’t think she needed until all that was left were bones
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
skeleton
We’ve all met the person that lights up a room the world stops spinning there is no gloom I once met a girl with sunshine on her head Moonlight in her bones And lighting in her heart This girl was so different So special one could say That all of these elements Would stay with her till her dying day Now only one year I had with her That was quite a shame But even after a short while I knew she felt the same The sunshine hair I would see again But when it happens I’ll say amen
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
SLIVER ON THE PAVEMENT
Sick and tired Of myself Never to you Never us Haru haru It tasted bitter So very bitter Bitter us No one Nothing Knew nor realising Only mattress and pillows Thru days and nights This ain't bending It's breaking Beautiful sunny Yet we felt cold When it's winter All you felt was hole In the crowd Wanting us Not alone Yet our hearts are lonely Here Now Today
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
Haru haru
Sometimes I wonder if I can ever climb out of this feeling that is so clever It stays with me when I eat It lives in my heart with every beat It craves when I get dragged down It lives when I wear my frown It stays with everything I do except when I am with you but this feeling I have long known, It's being Alone
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
This Familiar Feeling
Wow being sober for such a short time... and theres so much I want to do and want to try.... and theres no way anyone can change my reasoning to why... I want to help others who are worse off....or help animals who get abandoned by their owners and are dumped off... I want to find a job that is world  changing.. to be of service and start alittle piece of the mending... But I know I can only take small steps and not get over whelmed or it will all fall apart...just take my time and enjoy life and all it has to offer and learn to enjoy things like beautiful art.... its scary but fun ....just seems like life has had to restart.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
restart
On the brink of mental collapse And I wish that I would Or that I could just relapse Back to a mask and a hood A smoke filled mind Apathy as perfection Leaving the rest behind Cleaned out like an infection Washed away with relief My wounds are stinging As I sill hold some belief That somewhere bells are ringing Though I have forgotten why I continue to ponder Or even continue to try As back into darkness I wander To search for happiness unknown Or contentedness I've never been shown
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Apathy As Perfection
Broken hearts Life passed by in a matter of seconds Things would never be the same As my heart wrenched in pain Day after day Things got worse How could you let this happen Making me think things were fine That's where I drew the line I cried day and night because of you Months without you I forgot all about your pretty little face But then you walk back into my life Reality hit me harder than you leaving Sight of you made me forget all self control You told me "Baby I miss you, I promise I'll never leave" "You are my life and I love you" It tore me to pieces seeing you cry for me I never wanted you back Yet words slipped out "The things you did are unforgettable" "But here's one last token" "Next time please don't leave me broken."
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Broken