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
I Dare You to Figure Me Out
Showcasing the best of female talent. Filmmakers and Screenwriters
Wellness • Poetry • Life
Nature poetry, photography, and other poetry
Everyone is welcome
Beyond the Beyond
Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean
welcome to my metaphors
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Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
On The Blank Pages Of Life
confessions are self-serving
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
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original poems
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Watercolour and mixed media art
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
inspiring personal growth through poetry and writing
An archive for my stuff
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
Be careful, or you might land up in my book.
Conversations with Street People
Poems & Prose
The art of designing your life
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WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
A podcast where I invite guests from all walks of life to discuss their favorite movies, and we use that film as a starting point to talk about deeper issues such as faith, politics, and social issues.
Poetry. Stories. Musing.
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
Spiritual Thoughts on God & Life
Living authentically, fulfilling my purpose, one day at a time.
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