Category: Poetry

Den där lilla
mikroskopiska
händelsen
en nanosekund
som ger en
gigantisk
hjärtklappning
så det ekar
i hela universum

© Björn Blomqvist 2025-09-13

Min GAD har mig i sitt grepp
Allt i huvudet är som en storm
Jag är som ett sjunkande skepp
All tankeverksamhet är enorm

När kommer den att spricka
Ballongen med tankar av luft
Jag vill fly, jag vill sticka
Varje gång detsamma, lika tufft

©️Björn Blomqvist 2025-07-06

There are words that stab your chest

There are words that heat up your brain

There are words like a deadly test…

…words like endless pain

There are voices like spears in your ears

There are voices like threats in your eyes

There are voices like an engine for your tears…

…voices like lies

There are sounds that make you cry

There are sounds that make you lose your head

There are sounds that make you run…

…sounds as if you were dead

© Björn Blomqvist 2025-06-20

The soft blanket of the sea,
a cradle for a sleepy sun.
The lines of the horizon can be
a limit to the fun.
The dull colors of the sky,
a palette of chosen things.
The light sleeps like a fly
without eyes and wings.
The day goes to sleep,
the light will come soon.
The night is dead,
resting on the moon.

© Björn Blomqvist 2025-03-21

Sågens tänder längs ryggraden
och sandpapprets knottriga hud.
Livet i en ask av kartongbitar
och ett blekt ansikte utan djup.

Verktygslådans tomma ord
och den rostiga knivens ådror.
Livets bitar i en oformad kropp
och opolerade knäskålar.

© Björn Blomqvist 2024-12-12

Två vägar fram, 
tillbaka är en evighet lång
Genväg eller senväg, 
tillbaka är en oändlig uppförsbacke 
Gasa eller bromsa, 
tillbaka är en obefintlig
 bromssträcka 

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2024-11-25

På ett galleri av
högt och lågt
ur ett hjärta 
med svängdörrar,
kör lusten sakta 
på ådrornas motorväg. 

På väggarna hänger 
humöret i trådar 
när färgen av 
en känslostorm
just torkat till 
en klump i halsen.

Ögon som söker
med ostadiga pupiller
stillar blodflödet
som gräver diken,
djupa som tankarnas 
färg på havsbottnen.

© Björn Blomqvist 2024-10-06

Time lies in the shadows
Eternity shines like the sun
Nothing exists in the light
when I grope in the dark

© Björn Blomqvist 2024-02-03

Heading down to the ground
in a city full of art
Look what I found
when I followed the heart

Boats, side by side,
day and night
Perhaps, nothing to hide
until it’s light

The Amstel’s town,
a nobel royal place
a man with a crown
on his head some days

Close to the royal square
I lived and walked
Beautiful houses everywhere
I went and talked

A new day, many things
to explore and smell
Tulips and other kings
have something to tell

In a garden, on the wall
painted, grown in yellow
The master hasn’t to fall
in pieces like a fellow

© Björn Blomqvist 2023-06-18

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Cold as the night’s breeze
when the heart has a choice
Two ways through the trees
cuts the emotional voice
Snowy, white and clear
and a path, so smart…
…at last
A walk out of the fear
by the echo of the heart

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2023-03-28

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

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

The ocean, a place of love
that flows on the emotional waves

Your heart opens up to sail
in a boat through all loving winds

The sea water splashes around
on you, to cold the sexual heat

My coast, is in the arms
of everything you sailed for…

…in the end of an armada of love

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-28

Traces far away
from the start
Something in a
lifetime, a melody
to survive

Too many chances
out of reach
Everything in a
moment, words
to heat a heart

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-08-13

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

Two sides in a reflection of
pictures to delete
You and I, or both of us,
but only pieces of me

Deep in my pocket,
broken and not complete
Who am I, what can I see,
or who could it be

My eyes dance alone
on the mirror’s frame
in slow motions to the
melody of broken glass

Lost in a cracked surface,
life picture isn’t the same
In between lies the hope,
leaved in the pile of mass

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-05-21

Evening sparrows fill the night
with tones, played on the leafs
Calm winds give bubbles
in a tiny puddle on the ground
The shadows sleep on the clouds
in a dream of a snoring sun

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-05-01

...there're days by the field, 
from morning to the night 
It's a hard work to do, 
heavy duty without a fight
There're sweat and tears, 
from the sun to the moon
Early start, nothing to say,
only an hour to the noon
There’re lives underground, 
from the plant to the grape
Cold water fills the throat, 
to shine, live and get in shape

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-30

🎼

Grabbing a glass of beer,
to the sound of a country song
Singing alone my dear,
for being your love, all night long

Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die

Hoping to find what I hear,
in a life from bar to bar
Dancing alone my dear,
for being gone, not too far

Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die

Shaking the hips and the bone,
to the sound from the strings
Changes words on every tone,
for playing to it springs

Fills my life by the barrel tap,
when the body turns to dry
Starts my engine after a nap,
when it lives and don’t die

🎼

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-26

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

Every night I’m squeezing
my pillow, hard and harder,
until I fall asleep, heavily

Every hours of sleep,
at night, is the nightmare
still alive, still beside

Every morning I wake up,
sad, scared and alive, but
lives next to a nightmare

Sweet dreams needs to
fill my pillow every day
and every moment…

…please

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-03

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

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-09

Somewhere, high above
shines a star on my half-
hearted mission of being
the best version of me

In between, rests a destiny,
heavy on the clouds under
the stars, to lay my star,
softly and warm in my hand

Below, under my feet
shakes the ground in time
with my heartbeats, loudly
so you can hear me sing

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-02-02

On a bench, a painted word
drops down on a leaf
By a leaf, a silent touch
lifts an eye above the head
Inside a head, a good thought
spinning to slips aside
One step aside, a bad
feeling bouncing in the chest
Deep inside the chest, a new word
waiting to paint a heart
Stuck in a heart, a painted letter
still rest on a bench

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-09

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

I have been there before, near an open end when all choices are hidden in the trees. I followed the same path firmly in the opposite direction, when a line was drawn under the ground of eternity. Beyond the light, far from all coincidences, a wisdom grew deep beneath the heap. I dug a ditch to finding a hope instead of plow forward in the right direction. In the end, I was on the same spot to look up, to stare down and be dazzled by the light in the front – out of conclusions.

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01

Am I too nice 
to be hard 
when the world 
turns upside down?
Am I too afraid
to show my sensitivity
when other spins
the earth backwards?
Am I too weak 
to be strong
in a weightless universe, 
empty of content?
to be a number
Am I too difficult
when my genius 
sleeps on the moon?

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-27

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

Since 2012, I have written 299 poems, and this will be the 300th. What’s out there and what’s in here is an interpretation of my poetry. It has constantly moved from my inner feelings to beautiful and enlightening things I have seen outside and around me. It has and will be a journey between the light and the darkness. But in between, there’s a force so strong. In the best moments, it can move the mountains. These mountains are a part of the roller coaster in my life.

So this is my 300th poem

A tiny light, surrounds
by the darkness, I feel
Crushed life that sounds
when emotions are real

Rays of the sun, walks
in a motion, so bright
Color of sensitive talks
paints my hope, by night 

A feeling of calm, plays
alone when you can't see
An inner fight in days,
a personal war for me

All bricks in the wall, sings
a capella for deaf ears
Dare to look, touch things,
doing it, without fears

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-20

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

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

In meanwhile, when everything
are resting in silence, but in a
head full of voices, on a slope,
down through my chest, rolls
everything I'm afraid of, faster
and faster till the end of what?

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-08

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 words are being alone.
  
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-12-04

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

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

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

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, 
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

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

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

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

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-08-31

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

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

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 was close to death. The ruler reduced the distance between the car and the ground to just one centimeter. 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.

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He is back on his feet. He is not interested in jumping faster ahead. His eyesight is a minor obstacle. Could the future be blind? He has full sight in one eye. He only has ten percent vision in the other due to scars from the accident. This made all shortcuts in life seem far away.

What could he do later and why did he have to start over the third grade, again? Did he have enough power to start over? Could he build a future with what it takes to succeed as a human?

© Björn “Blomman” Blomqvist 2021-06-20

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

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

A winter’s day in January 1981. One place, 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 have been his last moment. The guardian angels were on duty that day. They saved the boy’s life.

A car, fast as a shark, swallows 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 was half of a ruler. Down under a car, the boy was dragged. This continued until the vehicle stopped. How long, they didn’t know, but in the end, the boy was out of consciousness. All rumors were many, but the guardian angels had the upper hand that day.

Was he dead? Where’s he now? Why did the boy end up under the car? Why wasn’t he thrown aside by the incredible force the car had to get rid of? Who is he? There were questions all over. The guardian angels couldn’t answer them. The boy, half dead, flew side by side with the angels. They traveled across the clouds to land softly on the roof of the capital city’s biggest hospital.

Lucky to be alive, the boy came home after a while. The look in others’ eyes surprised him. With the help of the guardian angels, he won the war. It was the battle of death and the future. With scars deep inside and visible ones on the outside, he still trusts the future and always trusts his angels.

The last thing he does now is to end this short episode. He hopes to win a new battle every day. The fight against anxiety and the war against his low self-esteem. Obstacles along the way have always been there.

Soon a new obstacle to be defeated.

…to be continued

Based on a true story

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-05-14

…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 

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

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

 

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

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 grow 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

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 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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 mina fötter, som
vägen bort från mig själv.

©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-03

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, 
landing softly on my scars.

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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