Some Kind of Word Artist

En ensam fågel i den starkaste vind som biter i din kind En ensam plats i ett avfolkat land som i öknens sand En ensam känsla i ett bultande bröst som en längtans tröst En ensam grubblare i ett bottenlöst… Continue reading

A sensitive soulin a fragile bodyA house of cardsfalls with the jokersthrough the moundwho cries at night © Björn Blomqvist 2022-11-24 Continue reading

The cracks of the mirrorin the clearest waters,travel with the speed ofthe waves from an invisiblestorm, straight throughmy shaky body The veins on the surface,are splashing at the rocksin my eyes when thesun’s rays shine againstthe delicate layersof my thin… Continue reading

A pinch of questionslies in a pot when the heatrests, deep in thefreezer’s box of answers.Ingredients fall to the floor,such as love, frustrationand a spicy mix, made bytemptation’s curiosity. © Björn Blomqvist 2022-10-22 Continue reading

On a spot in the shadow, I’m standingalone, empty and filled of silenceBehind the flames by fears, I’m landinguntouched, humbled and out of violence © Björn Blomqvist 2022-10-11 Continue reading

The ocean, a place of lovethat flows on the emotional waves Your heart opens up to sailin a boat through all loving winds The sea water splashes aroundon you, to cold the sexual heat My coast, is in the armsof… Continue reading

Traces far awayfrom the startSomething in alifetime, a melodyto survive Too many chancesout of reachEverything in amoment, wordsto heat a heart © Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-13 Continue reading

A surface, white as the sheets, dry and high above your wet body, reflecting the softness in your skin. Two heads on a pillow and shiny eyes to the ceiling, brings the blanket to the floor. An act of love… Continue reading

🌹 Like a rose by night, you’re colorless But on inside, as the rose, a red loving vibe Like a rose in the wind, you fall through But I’m behind to receive, when you fall for the wind, to believe,… Continue reading

At night, in sleep, on a sheetHiding, beyond the darkIn a row, huge like a fleet,carved, deep in the barque Chimaeras sleep at nightReal ghosts aren’t deadAt day, they have a fight,mostly here, in my head © Björn Blomqvist 2022-06-12 Continue reading