Kategoriarkiv: sadness
August moon
First Moon in August now shines, cold. Summer soon gone. And every black night ever comes to visit me. Was it just bad luck and coincidence all that which never became or went wrong, people I met? Was it something … Fortsätt läsa
Ashes, (Poetry crumbs 2)
I What does a heart sing about when the fire of love dreams has burned down and died? Does it sing at all? Are the days like ash just gray with no goal and direction? The ashes still warm lacks … Fortsätt läsa
An ordinary Friday like all the others before
I woke up around eight o’clock and started the day, coffee and cheese sandwich, shower, google, News. At 11 AM I brushed my teeth. My hair had not yet completely dried. Curled up defiantly & stubbornly towards my touching … Fortsätt läsa
Breast cancer as a personal experience (I)
Ingress So kindly pestering, again and again I’m asked to stay in the care plan. I’m asked to act against my will for my own good. It’s simply disgusting. I I knocked on a door … Fortsätt läsa
Cut up, slow down (1)
I am angry and not sad, treated like a piece of cheese,got the moldy edges cut off to be repackaged but luckilytoo old to be placed at a sales counter again: Yes ”lucky” to be … Fortsätt läsa
Old and battered
I’m so old and battered in my soul and body by people and events and sicknesses, never a day without pains, some days more than unbearable, I see only two ways to go to become free and find joy, … Fortsätt läsa
Lost libido, lost lovers
One, I met one time but I never got to know him. One I got to know but I never met him, not even one time. (Oh, in my youth age, there were some in real: and I regret there … Fortsätt läsa
An unpleasant experience to feel like ”0”
A sudden unpleasant emotion struck me last week. My adult son had just left me after a weekend visit. On my own and alone again I was overwhelmed by a strong feeling I was nothing but the … Fortsätt läsa
A soldier of love
I have a lover man in my stable: what to do with a domestic who does not want to be free? I have nothing at all to offer him as my heart and body are drier than all the … Fortsätt läsa
Hassan
His publisher told the media that his death was a disaster. Yet now he is with the stars above and he has left the battlefields behind him with all the scribblers on the literature pages in newspaper in Denmark and … Fortsätt läsa
(Unable to) turn life around
To turn around to look in another direction seems easier than it actually is: you have your blinders on and you get stuck into one or the other futility and makes it to something utterly essential. Your mind becomes your … Fortsätt läsa
Harsh wind, some reflections
The rain ended and the summer heat came but the harsh wind has stayed. And it is hard-bitten merciless. My balcony plants looks like terrified puppies. My mother heart aches for little ones. I’m worn out from … Fortsätt läsa
Thistles
Life hasn’t been good to me so far, so why do I bother to put seed in the soil? I never felt people were there, I fought alone and all I got was meager harvests. And thistles on my … Fortsätt läsa
Do I really dare to leave home?
It’s evening and I want to go out for a short walk. But do I really dare to leave home? I read on some website that about 46 % of us over 65 who falls cannot get up on … Fortsätt läsa
Her best friend (republished)
From July 2014, the original in Swedish on 17 July, the translation now rewritten. She once had a best friend and Ralph was his name and he had a wife, Lena, and three children and one cat and he built … Fortsätt läsa
Left over, me!
I don’t know what was true and not true with him. He always said he was not a liar and I should trust in him and I believe he honestly believed in that. More I will never know. That’s … Fortsätt läsa
A lonely blues around the corner
The whole fucking me is like an emergency Hole in the heart, the claw of abandonment Easily forgotten, lone blues around a corner He told I’ll love you forever true forever was short like a little star afar that twinkle … Fortsätt läsa
”If the people go hungry, they will eat their rulers”
Your destiny in the orange envelope I I want something new, I need something new, I want something else. And I surely don’t want the living conditions I have. II Lack of freedom and poverty is to not … Fortsätt läsa
Mother of five (Mater Dolorosa at Rinkeby)
Mother of five, son why did you not die in my womb? From Rinkeby to Dubai now prison for life for murder? You never came back home, reading your truth in my eyes! Son, you grew up to become a … Fortsätt läsa
Kindly kill yourself on an unnoticed day
It is a popular game, blaming others! Everyone points fingers at everyone and nobody is good enough: you’re white not good, you’re black not good, you’re a ”leftie” not good, a ”right-wing” not good, you’re a criminal not good, homeless … Fortsätt läsa
A future without the other
I wanted it differently and so did you as far as I know. Though I’m helpless against your anger, hell no I will allow you drown me in your self-righteous black sea. Of all unskilled male lovers in the world … Fortsätt läsa
How many times we split up
How many times we split up! He never learns. Watch up, sweep up, I said to him. Remember we must tiptoe walk now: maybe the last time that we try to get a future … Fortsätt läsa
Song in autumn rain: Clapton, a man with the blues in his hands
River of Tears Eric Clapton from the album Pilgrim released 1998 It’s three miles to the river That would carry me away Two miles to the dusty street That I saw you on today … Fortsätt läsa
Since you left me lastly
Since you left me lastly I rambling around, lost. My eyes are so dry and burns as the winds have blew away all my tears. I’ve a lump in my throat and my heart is icy cold. You have no … Fortsätt läsa
Forever never more, not last long for me when about you
“Forever never more, not last long for me when about you.” I wrote that to him and I stand for it! He wrote back to me “I’m sorry I don’t understand what you write now.” Ouch! All the blind alleys … Fortsätt läsa
The weed in my garden of love (thistle love)
I met a guy and I loved him but he never knew my love because he only knew the love he claimed he had for me. It was all about his feelings and never about mine. He never knew how … Fortsätt läsa
I was easy forgotten
I was easy forgotten just piece of a game the One knew words not ever compassion heart split and alone moving on shattered tears hidden in heart smiles cover up pains
Three times, three roses
Lars Forssell (Swedish poet) (1928–2007) Odysseus på Ithaca (from the Swedish poetry collection Telegram, 1957). In the Greek tale, the hero is captured on the island Ogygia by the beautiful nymph Calypso who seduces him with her love and songs. But … Fortsätt läsa
A romantic dream in color
I heard it said in the old days it’s rare to dream in color. But I now read on the web it’s rather the opposite? I don’t know if it is true or not. My dreams usually vanish from my … Fortsätt läsa
The bitter taste of a depressed man
He said, why would I make friends when people are just fake, I’m lost in a fake world, I’m 34 and my life is over. I said I just got a headache! I woke up too … Fortsätt läsa
The elevator (invisibilized)
The lady in the elevator looks down on you, but what do you care! You’re going up and she’s going down, you’ve nothing to share! Mistreated all your life, people now … Fortsätt läsa
Is love’s ending, love in vain?
Is love’s ending, love in vain? I woke up and felt like a bus had run over me, it was you! Walking a street, no map and not sure where … Fortsätt läsa
To have a voice and use it
To have a voice and use it. Connect with people or separate and tear them apart. Spread love or hate. Gain power for a purpose in good or evil. Give out knowledge and open views, sharing … Fortsätt läsa
Moving into gloomy November
Two weeks not a word from you is a very long time, two weeks at a new place is too short to feel home. I’m tired and worn out after all hassle with the move and I wonders about … Fortsätt läsa
Moving, still steady
I’ve lived in this house for ten years but for the last years I’ve mostly been online, it all while I tried to shake off my feelings of wearing a cooling suit of loneliness and desolation. Solitude has for long … Fortsätt läsa
Such is our togetherness (Sådant är vårt tillsammans)
I sit in my living room reading a novel that annoys me because its boring banality, even if I realize that is precisely the subject for the novel. (Loneliness in a spoiled middle class family, have it all and … Fortsätt läsa
Forsaken lover
Har du övergett mig? Aldrig mer din mjuka röst? Vintern kom tidigt! Have you forsaken me? Never more your soft voice? Winter came early! Two great Swedish music artists: Totta Näslund sings the lyrics written by … Fortsätt läsa
Anyway
Now the sun shines happy on a blue sky and the heat in my body rises high. But nobody loves me anyway! At night, the summer fever makes me groan in my single bed with sweaty sheets, all alone. … Fortsätt läsa
Bitterness
I woke up today with bitterness in my heart. And I washed my hair and I had my coffee and I read the news on the web and I edited some writing. Now my hair has almost dried and I … Fortsätt läsa
Old Woman Blues
It’s a sad thing to have become an old woman, living alone with a cat and a TV set, desperately longing for a warm hand and a little sympathy and someone to talk to: easy victim of wreckers.
A humble man with a heart
It was a Monday in the beginning of April this year and I had an appointment with my dental hygienist the very same morning. It turned out to be a meeting including more than a cleaning of teeth, but resulting … Fortsätt läsa
An actual description
”Keep smiling” is the worst advice and pressure people can ever put on themselves and others. It should belong to ”the human rights” to be able to talk about melancholy moods without getting moralizing from someone, and not least from … Fortsätt läsa
You don’t know loneliness!
I lost you last night while you wailed over your lost like-minded. Your lamentations landed and crashed in my lonely lap and I was just driven away from you and my own frustrated desires. Everyone has enough of their own, … Fortsätt läsa
Dark chocolate, love’s bitter taste
I miss talking to you. But I don’t know if it is more than that anymore. Maybe I just miss someone to talk to? Or maybe I’m in ”a phase”, low and tired? But I think you feel sad and … Fortsätt läsa
The old bard’s advice how to handle the pain of life
Gunnar Ekelöf 1907 – 1968 Swedish poet and translator. He is one of the most significant, loved and well-known poets in the Swedish literature. From the poetry collection Dedikation 1934 Note: The poem here translated by me and just for … Fortsätt läsa
Missing someone
But no common sense can deny the missing in me after you and all I can wish for now is that its bitter-sweetness stays with me all my days left, if you cannot. Ändå kan inget sunt förnuft förneka saknaden … Fortsätt läsa
Lonely swan dreams in November (haiku)
It doesn’t come easy – November sun and swan dreams! Where did it all go?
We have a love thing going
In retro perspective dreams are just memories of time we wasted on what might be nothing. Dreams belongs to and are seated in our futures, but for what purposes? Only to keep us struggling on in the now? Or is … Fortsätt läsa
Sadness is a seven letters word
Sadness is a seven letters word. Seven black drops dirt your skin and you rub and rub to clean it off you, but you can still see there are remains of the stains. Some people are just … Fortsätt läsa
A love story in summary
First you got me miss you Then you got me love you You indeed got me to sing Ending, you got me crying
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