#daybyday
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.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
Dear tomorrow,
Thank you
for working so hard yesterday.
Yours,
Today.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
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
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
day by day
losing routine
day after day
losing more
motivation
day after day
missing
my friends
day after day
feeling more
numb
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
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.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:05 PM UTC
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
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
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
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
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.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
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
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
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
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
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
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
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
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
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
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
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.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
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
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
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."
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC