25 tisdag Jan 2022
Hollowness, insight, transparency
down the street – greyscale
the existence of the world – on the open road
sleepness, sparkling pain, footprints – white tiredness
rock hard music hammers through a fragile, struggling mind
the shadow screams, like a bubbling whisperer
echoes, reaching for shades of extremes
vibrating, staring, escaping.
22 lördag Jan 2022
Skymning – en gnistra av vilja
spåren av höghusens genomskinlighet
ilskna, bubblande – tårfyllda – skrik
väggar, en för varje, utbrott – i gråskala
idioti, skära fönster, trasiga tankegångar
metalliska molekyler mot gatans topp
virvlande speglar genom krossade mönster
frustrerade gränser, existensens väg.
17 måndag Jan 2022
14 fredag Jan 2022
Sparkling tears against another city blues
the innocent sky is drawing screming roses
fragile discomfortness spells out frustration
refelection though perspective of loneliness
waiting for transparency – endlessly
empty notpads, vocals in pink – mumbling
until details whispering on the open road.
11 tisdag Jan 2022
05 onsdag Jan 2022
Black and white worry goes across through the cross street
a lonely figure screams around the crying corner
transparent raindrops against glittering hope
alleys of hopelessness leaves tracks of prespectives
when chalks of coal are dancing
Original:
Svartvit oro åker sick-sack längs tvärgatan
en ensam gestalt skriker runt det gråtande hörnet
genomskinliga regndroppar slår mot glittrande hopp
hopplösa gränder lämnar spår av perspektiv
när kolkritorna dansar
04 tisdag Jan 2022
22 onsdag Dec 2021
Pink snowflakes falling from the foggy sky
diffuse shades of green light sceams on the open road
white lays though builings in pain
tones of exposed emotions makes he city transparent
particles of dust completes the painting of pureness
lyrics of hope put a greyscale though avoidant stars
… When a hollow mind mumbels in silence
Thoughts, ramblings, teorys, fragility.
13 måndag Dec 2021
Coldness are draging in from a transparent sky
temporarily cosy, greysscaled mood,
screaming perceptions, bubbling temper
buildings wait around the corner, with an edge
music plays: naked, emotional, escapefully
distracted photographs of existance
frustration, anxiety and a smigde of joy
a shaped notebook turns a page
the wind blows carefully, though
06 måndag Dec 2021
Original – klick at the link (a poem I whrote earlier today)
As the sun hits an icicle
sparkling, concidering, emotional
perspective, though the chaos of color – refecting…
tones – at a lonely road, though
the tunnel – aching sound, behind perception
buildings swirls thorugh soul, silent existance
membrane of the city – around trash and metal
though plastic, stubs, chalks, spray cans
when breath takes place
06 måndag Dec 2021
Som när solstrålen träffar ett istapp
Gnistrande, betraktande, känslosamt.
Perspektiv, ur färgers kaos – reflektion
toner på en ensam gata, genom
tunneln – dovt ljus, bakom perception
höghusen virvlar runt i själen, tyst existens
stadens hinna – runt skräp, metall
genom plast, fimpar, kritor, sprayburkar
där andetagen tar vid.
04 lördag Dec 2021
Shadow, tranparent, lack of color
diary, protection, my mind
snow is falling thorugh – blinding stars, with a dark touch
echoes, the past, every perception
negative, bubbling thoughts, screaming vocals
between fear and frustration
whispering identity and boundries
Silently, fast, hesistant.
02 torsdag Dec 2021
Original: (translation next)
Skrikande städer mot gnistrande
långsamma gator
snöfall i moll, bubblande
tårdrypande, effektfullt, långdraget
blödande ekon, notstativet flyter blankt
de yttrar sig mot viskande höghus
Translation:
Screaming city through sparkling
City in slow motion
Snow fall in minor, efferverscent
tear-dripping, powerful, drawn to exhaustment
bleeding echoes, music stand – floating blank
existing through whispering buidings
30 tisdag Nov 2021
23 tisdag Nov 2021
Those who sparkles like sodastreamed water
Those who stays at the horisont, just watching
Those who cries, filterless
Those who disappears along the way, the path of gravel
Those who forgot the past, behind closed curtains
Those who had to high hopes
Those who yelled their frustration out – in the night
Those who left footprints in the clay – uneven
… After the escape from that view.
Original-versionen hittar du här/press ”här” to take a look at the original.
23 tisdag Nov 2021
22 måndag Nov 2021
De som bubblar som streamat vatten
De som står vid horisonten, betraktar
De som gråter utan filter
De som försvann längs vägen, grusets stig
De som glömde bort det förflutna, bakom kulisserna
De som hoppades för mycket
De som skrek ut sin gråa frustration i natten
De som lämnade ojämna fotspår i leran
… Efter flykten därifrån
~
(Maybe I’m doing a translation in english. What do you think?)
13 lördag Nov 2021
10 onsdag Nov 2021
Shades of troubled light
Dusty thinking screams
Grey darkness left the city
Exhausted roads reads color
Shadows between tiredness
Bright explosive feelings behind
Hope vispers through the wind, transparent
When everything just…
Go by – inspirationaly.
05 fredag Nov 2021
Yolanda and her creative scream 
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