Haiku
Var god passera.
Gå förbi. Se mig inte.
Allt är som vanligt.
Gå förbi. Se mig inte.
Allt är som vanligt.
Poesi
Min eviga bundsförvant
min teurapeft och vän.
Vandrande vid min sida likt Vergilius följde Dante.
På krokig stig genom kargt landskap
följer du mig vid min sida.
När allt omkring oss vissnat och dött går vi.
Går tillsammans, oskiljaktiga.
Du räddade mig från avgrunden,
drog mig upp.
Du och jag.
min teurapeft och vän.
Vandrande vid min sida likt Vergilius följde Dante.
På krokig stig genom kargt landskap
följer du mig vid min sida.
När allt omkring oss vissnat och dött går vi.
Går tillsammans, oskiljaktiga.
Du räddade mig från avgrunden,
drog mig upp.
Du och jag.
Bottle of Angels
Oh holy water made by gods.
The final drops holds the solution
to every problem ever created.
The angels of the bottle,
keeping you company.
Soothing your every pain,
laying a sheet of dreams
over your dreadful thoughts.
The angels are your only friends,
whispering deceptive words in your ears.
Telling you one more glass solves it all.
Oh man, are you real?
Human feelings are gone.
You peed them out around ten a clock
then you hit the bars.
Dawn and a merciless sun arise.
Hits your eyes, telling you morning was hours ago.
The bruises on your arms reveal
the night’s adventures.
The angels are all gone.
Passed out for now
but soon they'll be back
asking you for more.
Dedication to spring
Damn springtime!
Horrid dangelines and daffodils!
A stench so foul
it makes my nose bleed.
Abhorable season of bloody joy.
So full of hypocrisy I wanna scream!
Damn springtime!
with its songs of unberable happiness
and naive lyrics and joyful tones.
They make me vomit my insides out,
puke like a rabid dog!
Damn, fucking springtime!
The sun forcing its way onto me
like an unwanted guest on christmas eve.
The warmth makes me sweat and smell.
Detestable time of year!
Damn spring and damn those daffodils!
I hate spring...
Horrid dangelines and daffodils!
A stench so foul
it makes my nose bleed.
Abhorable season of bloody joy.
So full of hypocrisy I wanna scream!
Damn springtime!
with its songs of unberable happiness
and naive lyrics and joyful tones.
They make me vomit my insides out,
puke like a rabid dog!
Damn, fucking springtime!
The sun forcing its way onto me
like an unwanted guest on christmas eve.
The warmth makes me sweat and smell.
Detestable time of year!
Damn spring and damn those daffodils!
I hate spring...
Fragile
Fragile little thing.
Built from nothing but scrap.
Who made thee?
A shell of porcelain.
Weak to the bone.
Hit the ground and you'll break.
Put the pieces in earth,
plant a stone and mourn.
Hide behind denial,
lies and dreams.
Hold your eyes closed,
Cover your ears.
Do whatever you will.
In the end we all break.
Built from nothing but scrap.
Who made thee?
A shell of porcelain.
Weak to the bone.
Hit the ground and you'll break.
Put the pieces in earth,
plant a stone and mourn.
Hide behind denial,
lies and dreams.
Hold your eyes closed,
Cover your ears.
Do whatever you will.
In the end we all break.
Haiku
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