Back in Stockholm
Your heart is a barren wasteland. It’s where dreams go to die. And hopes have a masochist side. But there’s no going back for me now.
Poetry
A Home For The Heartless
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.
Love has left the building
Love has left the building.What’s more, it left without paying the rent.Don’t bother chasing though,I know where it went. Off to confuse another lifeAnd mess up someone else’s scoreAnd to shake up things forAnyone who dares think that life is such a bore. And since it is such divine entertainmentMethinks…
Dream dust
Big dreamscrumble to dustAnd mix with the debrisof everyday And tomorrowor next weekNo one will even rememberor know A life was built hereAnd tiny victories wonTill a final stormBlew it all to dust Before long though,These shattered, scattered remainsWill mix with the dustAnd be the stuff of another dream Another…
Just another love poem
They call this emotion blind.So if love were a painting, I’d be a blind artist. And it’s food for the soulSo if love were a banquet, I’d be a glutton.If love were a bottle of vinegar, I’d be pickled in it. But what would my love be like? I’ll tell…
City | Map Of Emotion | Poetry
Full Moon
And here’s a poem from the archives, titled ‘Moonlight Walk‘ Meet me on the other side of the moonAnd walk in shadows with meIt won’t be all darkYou put a gleam in my eyesThat will lead the way for a stroll into madness I’ll take you right up to the…
Two To Tango, Two To Talk
It takes two to tango. It takes two to talk. Maybe they’re not that different after all. Shall we?
Summer Special
Raw chopped and salted mango is the special promise of summer.
Islands Of Grief
You cannot ally with someone who does not believe in alliance.You cannot love people who don’t think they deserve love.You cannot live on somebody else’s island of grief. It certainly is a solitary place, the land of tears. And there’s no following a person who has made it their permanent…
The What-If Store
I shrug, shake my head and smile
That moment,
Away,
Knowing though,
The what-if store is always open