Untouched dots…

I don’t know, but I think I…
feel that, the worst, but I…
don’t know if it’s true, if I…
can’t have a clue, when I…
think on it, untouched…

@ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-03

Heavy

Falls like
a plummet 
to the bottom, 
when my anxiety 
surfs on the waves, 
and all my thoughts 
are heavy as the ship
in the port by the 
sea of worries

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-11-21

At ones

One thing within, like a sin 
Starts of a reason this season 
One time on prime, like a crime,  
Starts to swear, everywhere and here 
One way, like I´’ve say,  
Ends on this line, even mine

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-11-04

Posted

As thoughts 
in a mail box,
out of emptiness,
without sender,
sleeps the Devil
in the darkness,
ready to kick
all my worries
through the lid.

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-10-20

In the land of Anxiety

In the land of anxiety, 
at a port in tears
rest the ships, 
close to the cranes 
In the land of anxiety, 
on a airport of fears
sits the worries, 
inside the planes

In the land of anxiety, 
on a lake of scars,
dies the pain,
fixed on the hook
In the land of anxiety,
under the stars,
stands the anger,
to get a look 

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-10-14

Ordskogen

Är vilse i skogen av alla vackra ord,
med en kartbok i handen,
 fylld med svordomar jag
inte kan uttala.
Ord som växer i diket 
längs vägen som förde mig hit…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-09-20

To hold back

A moment to explode or, 
an accidental piece of shyness, 
can't get it in bloom, all you want, 
the will, the most lovable feeling, 
inside a bubble that you can't crack, 
because the fear is a thick skin on
an equally thick layer of shyness...

...why? 

© Björn Blomqvuíst 2021-09-20

Captured

Inside, like air of a balloon
by thin shelter of thoughtfulness
stands a man in a comfort zone,
sad with lack of happiness.
Stuck, as flies in the spider’s net
lies a hug all alone, miles away,
captured by thoughts to regret,
now or later, mostly yesterday.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-09-15

Silver Roses

Color doesn’t matter 
by the end of the rainbow
when roses grow, by love,
but die by the waterfall,
in meanwhile all the
golden flowers build 
a road along a silver field,
full of roses to walk on,
for you, only for you…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-31

Unstoppable

Filled by fire, 
a monster of a kind, 
what happened, 
what is it to find. 

To feed, to grow, 
like a big worry,
what is it, what 
makes me sorry?

Bad thoughts, 
an anxiety to fight,
what happened, 
there’s no light.

To feed, to grow 
like a big ball,
what is it, what 
makes me fall?

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-14

Body boiling pressure

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Uncut thoughts are filled to the top
all the way down through my body
Unresolved issues run non stop,
to pump my veins, hard and bloody

Unwanted information, in a war room
between my chest and my brain
Unpolished madness on moon
a monster to makes me insane

Unidentified emotions are still left
when the pressure begins to rise
Undesirable reactions are a theft
full of explosive hatred as the prize

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-06-22

The life long battle – Part 2

Sometimes a small light in a tunnel, a winter’s day. Twenty four hours by eighteen with darkness. Only a memory flashes by. A moment as a traveler in a wheelchair along dark culverts – heading for the goal. Searching for the light and a new step for a life at home again.

What happened before and after is a mystery? A detective work. His journey close to death by the ruler as the distance between the car and the ground was cut into pieces and only one centimeter was left. The one who separated life from death.

To be home was a start to win it back, the lost moments he doesn’t have or not to remembered. Only he could felt the presence of the guardian angels, that moment. As an echo in the block, all rumors of his death, was more fake as death of the civilization. It lives, and he too.

Short steps forward became a fight through thoughts and descisions from people who had more to say and to decide about the boys future. Wounded both on the inside and physically on the outside, became all obstacles more higher and all roads even longer. 

Back on his feet but out off interest to jump faster forward and with his eyesight as a minor obstacle, could the future be blind. With full sight on one eye and only ten percent on the other, as scars after the accident, was all shortcuts in life, far away. 

What could he do later and why he had to start over the third grade, again? Had he all the power he needed to start over and build a future of what it takes to succeed as a human?

© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-20

In progress

Soon, I’m hoping to post part 2 of The life long battle. It’s more about what happened after, and how it goes after the boy’s long visit at the hospital, and if he can start over and built a new life. To leave the life like a wounded bird – home in his nest. There are so many setbacks and obstacles in his life, to tell about.

© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-10

Fragile II

Today, my existence,
words on a stone
Tomorrow, my voice,
a tool in your hand
Yesterday, my future,
was written in the sand
Someday, my destiny,
leaves me alone

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-06-03

Stop thinking – Start living?

What if
It happens
Now or later
What if
It’s going to happen
Then or tomorrow
What if
I’m crazy
Or…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-21

Words to picture

One word, one person, a frame

Two words, two colors, a contour

More words, many motifs, one picture 

One voice, one listener, one opinion 

Two voices, two people, one talk

A lot of repeats, huge mistakes, one chance 

…who am I , to judge? No answer

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-17

The life long battle

A winter’s day in January 1981. One place, a boys and a lot of guardian angels. Ice cold snow by the road, as walls in a war. A road covered by ice, smooth like a mirror. There’s a line between the goal and the destiny. The mission, a journey between joy and an adventure made for children.

When an icy road has a duty to deliver, he didn’t make his task in the playable battle. It could be his last in life, but the guardian angels were on duty that day, to save the boy’s life.

A car, fast as a shark swallow him in one bite. Invisible friction between ice and tires, hadn’t a chance. It could even be the last day to dance. In a moment, he was gone, gone everywhere. In his head and visually down the road. No snow banks couldn’t stop it, no brakes and an impossible task missed to do what it has to do.

The distance, half of a ruler, down under a car, dragges the boy as long as it took to stop the vehicle. How long, they did’t know, but at the end, the boy was out of consciousness. All rumors where many, but the guardians angels had the upper hand that day.

Was he dead? Where’s he now? Why did the boy ended up under the car? Why didn’t he thrown aside by the incredible force the car had to get rid off? Who is he? Questions all over, couldn’t be answered by the guardian angels when the boy – half dead, flew side by side with the angels, across the clouds to land softly on the roof to the capital city’s biggest hospital.

Lucky to be alive, the boy came home after awhile. By surprised look in others eyes, had the boy, by help of the guardian angels, won the war. The battle of death and the future. Whith scars deep inside and visible ones on outside – he still trust the future and always trust his angels.

The last thing he does in this moment, is to end this short episode and hope to win a new battle everyday. The fight against anxiety and the war against his low self-esteem. Obstacles along the way have always been there.

Soon a new obstacles to be defeated.

…to be continued

Based on a true story

© Björn ”Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-05-14

När det blir fel…

…vill försvinna för en stund

eller bara få vara osynlig 

på obegränsad tid i rymden

eller där ingen letar, dit 

ingen kommer, där karta

och kompass inte finns… 

 

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-14 

Inner War

In a selfmade war, I’m standing
when my anxiety’s bombs are landing 
and smashes me in pieces 
that never will be found 
when my thoughts in my head 
goes around and around 
to struggle and fight 
when my emotions fall apart 
by night, in the duvet’s entrenchment 
and I mediate for peace 
in my brain, captured by sense,
tied in a chain…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-09

Tvära kast

Som fåglar runt hjärnboet 

landar känslorna mjukt 

i bröstet när allt omkring 

är osynligt,  men nära 

som om det inte fanns, igår.

 

Som en vind från ingenstans 

virvlar tankarna som en 

getingsvärm i hjärnboet 

tills allt faller till marken, 

hårt, dagen efter.

 

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-29

 

Traffic light life

behind the glass, under the surface,

colored in red, green and yellow

lives emotions, in heavy traffic of

love and passion, together

in the youth of the nature, resting

under the golden light of the sun

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-14

Obscure Spring Poem

The warmest star in our solar system 

is awake longer and longer, 

as far as the distance between 

my thoughts and the darkness 

down my soul, to catch 

a moment to touch

when nothing exists in the blood

under the skin in my veins,

when flowers grows fast

above land to drink water

from my body of dry emotions

and drunken leaves full

of anger on a highway to 

the sun and back…

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-04-01

Contrasts

When the earth 

spins around 

in circles



You are the sun

I’m the moon



When the world 

turns over

upside down



You are the God

I'm the devil



When the universe

stays strong

to survive 



You are the stars

I'm the chaos



When the rainbow

ends somewhere 

close to us



You are wise

I’m the searcher




© Björn Blomqvist 2021-03-30


  

The Motif 🎨

A moment,
a walk on the clouds
when all stars
captures your emotions

A moment,
a life within the framework
when all colors
stays in your mind

A moment,
a life inside the painting
when all artists
paints your happiness

A moment,
a walk on the sun
when all paintbrushes
creates your beauty

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-03-11

Shadow by Truth

Who cries by your side, 
when lies are what you hide
Who walks on your mind, 
when talks stays behind 

Who fights in your head, 
when the lights is dead
Who fears what you say,
when tears fills the day

Who wins in your game, 
when twins looks the same
Who trust your story, 
when you must be sorry

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-24

Better mood

Lightness lifts my soul
from the ground
when an invisible force
keeps my mind alive

A silent moment
spinns my body around
when the good mood
don’t want to dive

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-14

Wrong sense

By train, full of emotions
on a railway, made of thoughts,
vibrates my fears
from side to side

By air, loss of lifes,

in a sky, made of mistakes,
falls my mind
from the cloud to the ground

By boat, empty of happiness

on a sea, made of tears,
sinking my destiny
to the botton

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-13

Surface II

On water, by the sea of waves
Surfs my anxiety through the net

Unwelcome thoughts are not the saves
It will cost my temper and all I bet

In days, by the pandemic with fears
Swims my worries, deep down
Under surface, there’re hidden tears
As long as it stays, my mind will drown

Two thoughts, by a single brain
Floats apart and drifts away
Every day, a struggle of strain
To find a healing soul to stay

Along the coast, by a broken heart
Flying my torpedoes under the skin
In my veins, there’s a bloody start

At a moment, the anxiety sets to spin

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-04

Choices

All I want, is to believe I
Will do the right thing, but I
Think it’s wrong, though I
Can’t being free of it, if I
Still being afraid from what I
Trust…!

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-03

Down to…

To have
a feeling
of being
the wreck
on the bottom
in my
emotional lake
is an
empty thought
of being
full of holes
along the soul

©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-28

På flykt…

I en värld, upp och ned,
när jorden är platt, på
kanten mot universum,
står jag och balanserar.

I ett steg, snavande nära,
ligger det svarta hålet,
framför min fötter, som
vägen bort från mig själv.

©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-03

Why Poetry…

Somewhere in universe, to a forgotten place. Somewhere but close to the outer space.

There is a poetry box, locked but filled of words, lines and united letters, ready to fly with the birds

Down from a dark sky, to bounce on the stars, comes all emotions to a poem and landing softly on my scars.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02

Deep down

No light in my
emotional jungle,
I search to find
a fight to running
my mind.

In the dark my
feelings start to yell,
I spark my brain
in an unbeatable
pain.

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-01

Ensamma trädet

Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen ser,
vajar i vinden,
skrattar och ler

Ett ensamt träd,
med ärr i barken,
ett lövfall i vinden,
sakta mot marken

Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen saknar,
kämpar i vinden,
när fåglar vaknar

Ett ensamt träd,
på egna fötter,
dansar i vinden,
genom alla rötter

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-25

Hit by a car…

My guardian angels of 1981,
were on duty to make it done.
My playful life the day before,
wasn’t ready to live anymore.

My guardian angels that night,
were on duty to make it bright.
My scars the invisible tears,
weren’t ready to live on fears.

My guardian angels in strife,
were on duty to save my life.
My sight the wounded head,
weren’t ready to be dead.

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-09

Vilse

Vill rymma
från nåt
jag inte ens
ryms i

Vill bli fri
från det
jag inte ens
är fast i

Vill gå vidare
från allt
jag inte ens
vet finns

Vill släppa det
från toppen
jag inte ens
har nått


©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-28

⏮⏹▶️⏸⏭ Corona

As the sound of a
dance song, spins
days by the fear of
a soundless virus,
played by Corona.

On stage behind
chorus line, waiting
the virus to dance
through your body,
down to the floor…

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-19

Autumn night’s love echo

Leaves are falling down to the ground
as quietly as the wind in your hair when
tears are falling down on my cheek
as hard as the rain in your hands

Stars are fighting the darkness
as easy as the love in your eyes when
words of love are written up in the sky
as the signs for heavenly love

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-28

Ongoing Projects

260 poems have now been sorted and categorized. Four different topics. Mostly love, thoughts and visual impressions. The reason with it, is to publish my favorite poems in a book someday.

The ongoing write process with my debut novel has get better. The deadline is set to spring 2021. The novel will be somthing between a crime novel and an youth novel.

Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-27

Broken

Let my inner silence
dance
on a thread
above devil’s sea


Let my empty soul
escape earth,

alone in the dark

Let my cold heart
melt away,

heavy fall apart

Let my broken thoughts
drown down,

fast like a stone


©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-16

Off…

Back,
deep through
the hole off
confusion, 
fast dug by
the darkness

Way out,
a solution
owned by
the time
through
the eternity

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-04

Corona’s poem

Distance is the new normal
and my lips are sealed
in protection as formal,
when I’ve enter people’s field

Loneliness, night and day
in our souls and hearts
when the end is far away they say,
if nothing ends before it starts

Closed world open the mind
and learn what went wrong
when you searching to find
answers, weak or strong

Giving up or fight, the choice
to struggle or running away
to write a poem as my voice
when nothing is left one day

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-01

Droppen som…

Jag är droppen 
som hänger kvar 
i vattenkranen 
när allt dras åt

Jag är droppen 
som faller ned 
på kanten av
orons bottenplugg

Jag är droppen 
som ligger kvar 
med tankar 
som aldrig torkar

Jag är droppen 
som vill försvinna 
till att alltid
komma tillbaka 

©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-31

På/Av-knappen

Jag ser den inte
Jag når den inte
Långt borta
Långt härifrån
En ström av känslor
En strömlös plats
Där finns ett slut
Där slutar allt som finns

©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-20

Unfocused

It came as a seed
to ruin my mind,
suddenly a need
to search and find

It’s back tomorrow
as a scar in my past,
dressed like a sorrow
and grows too fast

It bangs alone
still inside my head,
heavy like a stone
to hang in a thread

It’s now or never
to catch and release,
push it down forever
piece by piece

© Björn Blomqvist 2020-05-30

Machinery

That feeling of nothing or everything which never exists, yet

That thought of something or nothing to happen, later

That thing of everything, or by the way, a thing who doesn’t appear, now or later…

…in the name of the anxiety

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29

Heavy

The gravitation of uncleared stuff inside my head, pulls down whole my soul to the ground, step by step.

Like a forgotten piece of paper, with unreadable notes, lies my body on the street, facing up as a worring kind.

A heavy truck, missing of brakes, filled with tons of dark minds too fast too late to…

…react

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29

OCD’s sky

An obsessive lightning,
a flash in my chest,
gathers clouds
of compulsive
darkness,
all of them
in my head,
to make thunder
during a heavy…


…disorder

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-18