Some Kind of Word Artist

Step by step on a forgiving road,  a walk aloneHeavy rain falls from the fog, a day to remember Going back for a moment, a memory on a stone Lights in the night on a shining mind, a day in november Tone after tone of a… Continue reading

Be the way, easily walked inside my heart Be the song, beautifully sung outside my soul Be the melody, softly played through my head Be the dream, slowly touched on my mind Be the words, lovely whispered in my ears… Continue reading

In meanwhile, when everythingare resting in silence, but in ahead full of voices, on a slope,down through my chest, rollseverything I’m afraid of, fasterand faster till the end of what?© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-08 Continue reading

Being alone in a quiet place,  by winter’s time in the bay.  Seeing snow far from space,  near home, a beautiful day. Finding a sound of a wave,  to come and cover a stone.   Looking for moments to save,  when… Continue reading

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 Continue reading

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 Continue reading

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 Continue reading

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 Continue reading

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… Continue reading

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 Continue reading