Skalet på frukten
är vad du ser och
doften du andas
Färgen på skalet
är vad du ser och
intrycket du får
Saften av mognad
är vad du tror och
frestelsen jag ger
Kraften i smaken
är vad du vet och
tuggan jag tar
©️Björn Blomqvist 2023-03-22
Skalet på frukten
är vad du ser och
doften du andas
Färgen på skalet
är vad du ser och
intrycket du får
Saften av mognad
är vad du tror och
frestelsen jag ger
Kraften i smaken
är vad du vet och
tuggan jag tar
©️Björn Blomqvist 2023-03-22
Jag skulle skriva dikt idag
och skriva på min bok,
men vaknade mitt i natten
som ett socialt vrak på
botten av en uttorkad sjö
Jag skulle fånga dagen
och njuta av stunden,
men vaknade mitt i natten
som ett vissnande löv i
det djupaste mörker av tomhet
© Björn Blomqvist 2023-02-06
A vacuum, equally hollow
like the rumours I hear
Be calm but don’t follow
like the greatest fear
On my knees, I’m standing
until the truth is revealed
Soon, it comes to a landing
until my lips are sealed
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-12-09
“Man är.” By Anja Perssons and Tomas Boström
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 grepp
som ett sjunket skepp
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-12-03
A sensitive soul
in a fragile body
A house of cards
falls with the jokers
through the mound
who cries at night
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-11-24
The cracks of the mirror
in the clearest waters,
travel with the speed of
the waves from an invisible
storm, straight through
my shaky body
The veins on the surface,
are splashing at the rocks
in my eyes when the
sun’s rays shine against
the delicate layers
of my thin skin
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-11-14
A pinch of questions
lies in a pot when the heat
rests, deep in the
freezer’s box of answers.
Ingredients fall to the floor,
such as love, frustration
and a spicy mix, made by
temptation’s curiosity.
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-10-22
On a spot in the shadow, I’m standing
alone, empty and filled of silence
Behind the flames by fears, I’m landing
untouched, humbled and out of violence
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-10-11
I started writing my second novel, two years ago but nothing is happening, as usual. So like the first novel, nothing will happen with this one either as usual. My first novel is now in the trash, and that’s where it belongs. Current novel is far from finished. Maybe it will never be finished!
Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-09
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 without audience,
in a room filled of emotions,
opens the window to an eternity.
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-01
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,
in love
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-07-09
At night, in sleep, on a sheet
Hiding, beyond the dark
In a row, huge like a fleet,
carved, deep in the barque
Chimaeras sleep at night
Real ghosts aren’t dead
At day, they have a fight,
mostly here, in my head
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-06-12
In the mood as a disaster
Lies my will on the floor
Untouched among cats
Miles from the outer door
Alone in the rocking chair
Rests my lust under the rails
Sanded to gravel of stone
When worries cuts the nails
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-14
In this place,
on this earth,
there is a meaning,
at least mine
I try to explore my
inner with tools
I don’t have or
which one to use
What’s in my toolbox?
To trust my choices
and opportunities,
places the horizon
ever further away
I can’t see it but
I can feel it when
I’m resting my brain
on my invisible pillow
© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-22
Small fragments of a light wind blowing away, fast
of a slow storm,
full of anxiety.
A hurricane spins
around as a typhoon
in my head until
I fall like the
house of cards.
I lie flat on
the ground until
it sinks away,
lower and lower,
and I with it…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01
What if, What if
The voice in my head
Unwanted, out of control
I sink, I sink
I’m don’t act, I react
What if, What if
It lives in my head
Often, out of reach
I fall, I fall
Down, often down
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27
Barrels full of tears in a sad patrol, rest to store fears in rows, surrounded by it’s enemies in oak uniforms. Red wine in the color of spilled blood, survived the battle between the grief and the grapes. In frontline with shields, thin like the shells of the grapes, a bloodline is the line behind the enemy. The infantry still standing on the feet of the wine glasses, ready to fight for what they crying for. Deep down in a wine cellar, far from the sunlight, lies a grief, alone and missed by the survivors who refusing to leave them for the next harvest.
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-15
Step by step on a forgiving road,
a walk alone
Heavy 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 surviving song,
a mystery voice
Heavy clouds push me down,
an emotional fight
Climbs up through the haze,
haven’t a choice
Strength in the body on a rising soul,
to catch what’s right
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-12
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
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-10
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