Category Archives: Thoughts

Frigörelsen igår 
blir till morgondagens 
häkte

En osäkrad känsla
briserar i ett explosivt
crescendo

Dagen är förlorad
tills en okänd morgondag
vaknar

I framtidens ovisshet
krafsar gårdagen ömt under 
huden


© Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-20

Poetry, Thoughts

Out of order

14 May, 2019 Björn Blomqvist 1 Comment

Empty thoughts
in the speed
of the light,

struggling
out of control
in the command
of the brain

Big things
are blinded
in the dark
of the night,

kicking
the ghosts
in the front
of the train

© Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-14

Poetry, Thoughts

Honesty

26 September, 2018 Björn Blomqvist Leave a comment

Honesty’s question mark,
a force,
but for someone,
a struggle to perfection

Who?

Honesty’s goodness,
a need,
but for someone,
to drown in Anxiety’s list,

of…

…what’s right and wrong – good or bad

Being sad instead,
to be mad

Poetry, Thoughts

Till the end

14 March, 2016 Björn Blomqvist 3 Comments

When all truth is bleeding
behind the shield of wounds,
walks a lie down by my back
When fresh tears are falling
upon the cheek of damages,
blows a dream away from me
When my destiny ends up
beside the crack in my heart,
goes a shadow over my body

Poetry, Thoughts

Fragile

27 January, 2016 Björn Blomqvist 1 Comment

Heavy rain
over leafs
cuts
my broken veins
Deep craters
on the Moon
catch
my wounded heart

Blommans Art & Poetry Blog

Category Archives: Thoughts

Som sagt

Silence

Transmission of silence,
an invisible walk inside,
outside my head,
to a dead end of bitterness,
shouting from the hip
to a dynamite of emotions,
all over the entire body

© Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-02

Repris

Out of order

Honesty

Till the end

When all truth is bleeding
behind the shield of wounds,
walks a lie down by my back
When fresh tears are falling
upon the cheek of damages,
blows a dream away from me
When my destiny ends up
beside the crack in my heart,
goes a shadow over my body

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-03-14

Fragile

Some kind of word artist

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When all truth is bleeding behind the shield of wounds, walks a lie down by my back When fresh tears are falling upon the cheek of damages, blows a dream away from me When my destiny ends up beside the crack in my heart, goes a shadow over my body

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Some kind of word artist

Transmission of silence,
an invisible walk inside,
outside my head,
to a dead end of bitterness,
shouting from the hip
to a dynamite of emotions,
all over the entire body

When all truth is bleeding
behind the shield of wounds,
walks a lie down by my back
When fresh tears are falling
upon the cheek of damages,
blows a dream away from me
When my destiny ends up
beside the crack in my heart,
goes a shadow over my body