The little things

The little things in life are so big.

One word can make you smile

One polite gesture can make your day

And to wrap a present can fill you with joy.

The little thing that you complain about.

The snow that melts away, glittering before

The sun that gives you so much warmth

And the knocking in the wall confirming you neighbours existence.

The little things in life gives strength

A silent hug in a moment of despair

A glance that shows your great value

And a proud parent cheering for you.

Just walking down the street

Taking a breath of air

Seeing the nature's beauty

Just those little things...

The little things can change your life

A tribute to my oldest friend

We don't really get along all the time

We don't have the same sense of humor

We don't meet very often

And we don't speak all the time.

We don't have so many interests in common

We don't have any common friends

We don't live in the same city

And we don't always agree,

We really care about each other

We really listen to each other

We really can trust each other

And we do have some things in common

Our friendship have fought every obstacle

So my dear friend, you'll always be my oldest friend.

A reflection in the night

The window reflects me

As we travel through the night

Light honor us with its' presence...

...from time to time.

The window reflects me

As the darkness give its' power

And a ghostly me gaze back...

...back at me.

The window reflects me

And my reflection smiles

It shows me my happiness

Oh, how much a few days away can do!

As I once again coming home again.

A cold winters night

The cold is creeping near

Being intimate with your spine

A chill going over the skin

The skin over your whole body

The grey sky wrinkle its' face

As if it sees something that's wrong

And you only see how dull it is

As you walk home this afternoon

Your home is so empty

You can almost hear the echo of the walls

As you light up a lonely candle

And walk out to the messy kitchen

Voices of joy speaks calmly

As two pair of hands holds their cup of tea

Laughing with each other

As you take a sip of the warmth

The sky bursts into million tones

The laugh chase away the loneness

And you feel happy seeing your friend,

you havn't seen in so many years

In a cold winter night

So tired

I felt tired today.

The light in me fades away these days

As if the cold winds draws it out of me.

I feel tired tonight

I felt tired yesterday

The loneliness called after me

But I wasn't home for it

I felt tired last night

I will feel tired tomorrow

As another day of nothingness pass by.

As another day of heartache tease me.

I will feel tired tomorrow night

I can't stop feeling the pain through the cracks in my soul.

I miss you

I thought of you today

I thought long and hard

I thought about our good and bad times.

I missed you today

I missed what we had

I missed your presence

I felt a pain today

I felt a terrifying loss

I felt a insight I didn't want

Even though I want to tell you this

Even though I can't tell you this

One thing are for sure

You will never leave my heart.

What's family for

My fingers stroke the balcony

As I arrive into the night

My mind and soul is at peace

As I come to be with you

I have come to show my love

And I know that you will show yours

Because I know... not matter what

Our bond will never break

You are my family

And that is all I really need.

So bear that with you

As you stroke the balcony

When you go to welcome a new day

For hope and love will follow you

As well as despair and pain

But keep this in your heart:

I will always be there to ease you pain

and to praise your joy.

A walk in the past

She walked past the glory and past the pain

All to find nothing, nothing at all

All that had been, all that were, had been turned to dust.

Crying she tried to grip with her numb hands

Only to feel how the wind stole the last grain of hope.

She ran through the light and through the night

Without seeing, without seeing the beauty.

The beauty that once were, were hidden from her

As she grew blind for every dark sin she made

And the tears became her only blessing of her life.

She felt the cold striking her and felt the warmth blaming her

As she crawled up, crawled up from the pit

The sunshine dazzle her while the cold chilled her.

The tears slowly dried as she kept crawling

And the stream of life poured into her soul

So she realized that she still had a chance...

The hours of self-blaming...

As the night draw near I can feel it

Feel how I am growing tired

And yet I know, I won't sleep

My head will rest on the pillow

As my mind and thought awakens

Everything I don't want near

Everything I don't want to feel

Will invite me to dance

Round and round in swirls

Making my body and soul restless

And finally I fall asleep after yet another night of blame.

When the demon takes over

The demons gives you wounds

Lies spins around you

Betrayal pierce through you

So much pain in your life

So much anger

I remember when you smiled

When your laugh sang

But life is so hard to you

Life is a fight so intense

Yes, it is hard to smile

When the demons outnumbering the angels

Why am I still trying?

The distance grow bigger

As you throw words as rocks

Won't listen, won't hear what I say

I already know that

Why am I still trying?

I don't want to lose you

But I don't want this

To be only a failure

And do nothing right

Why am I still trying

When I know that nothing will change...

Spring

The rain sings its' lullaby

As the day slowly pass by

The sun rests its' wings

As the clouds dances in the sky

Bare branches reaches but remains emptyhanded

Dark against the grey sky they inflict fear

They inflict fascination.

Fingers stroke over them

Feel the hard and cold wood

Life flows from the branches

As they start dancing in the wind

Slowly they start to bloom.

All the colours against the grey sky.

It is like an explosion of life

What was dead yesterday

Are so alive today

And I start to realize...

The spring has found its' way home.

En lång dag

Tick, tack, tick, tack

Dags att gå upp igen

Tick, tack, tick, tack

På med leende och gå

Tick, tack, tick, tack

Skratta och le med vänner

Tick, tack, tick, tack

Pusta ut när dörren bakom stängs

Tick, tack, tick, tack

Dags att gå upp igen

Nu kommer fler nya komma upp med även om jag fortfarande kommer att lägga upp lite gamla dikter på svenska då och då.

Att se utan att se

Jag ser alla rörelser

Jag hör alla röster

Men vad döljer ni?

Så stora mysterier

Spännande, förvirrande

Ja, jag ser er.

Men jag ser er inte.

All the poems in Swedish are old, there will not come up new poems in Swedish.

Minnets rum

Ett förflutet ögonblick flyter förbi

Hennes ögonlock bränner till

Dammkorn blir till stora snöflingor

Solen stiger högt trots nattens timslag

Snabba hjärtslag av glädje ekar i öronen

Fjärran blir här och här blir fjärran

Läppar rör sig mimandes glömda ord

Frustrerande gester möts av oförståelse

Tiden rör sig likt ett löv faller till marken

Vingslag från fåglar skapar stormar

En vattendroppe skapar oceaner

Allt medan radion brusande skickar vågor

Ett rum inte allt för kalt

Gästas av en dam och hennes son

Ett fat med kakor, koppar med te

Bordet dignar av dess ljuvligheter

Aromen kittlar deras näsor

Smaken lämnar silkeslena spår

Ty detta är ett rum så kalt

Men nu så fullt av minnen

Vardagens ljusa stunder

Gatan myllrar av människor

Likt flockar av myror i flock

Inte like verksamma

Inte lika flitiga

Men gatan myllrar av människor

En blick här och ett leende här

Hälsningar möts med glädje

Vänner förgyller med skratt

Så lite men ändå så mycket

I denna vardagens myller

Vinden

Vinden susar i trädens lövverk

Viskar hemligheter mil efter mil

Hemligheter som förblir ohörda.

Vinden försöker skrika ut orden

Ingen vill lyssna på den

Alla låser in sig, flyr från den

Vinden gråter, ingen vill höra den.

Ingen vill lyssna på varningen om fara.

Den gör allt den kan för oss

Så ser den förödelsen den gjort.

Vinden stillnar till ett mummel

Den förstår, ingen vill lyssna igen.

Så ser den en som kanske vill lyssna ändå...

Poetry from the past will come

I will put up som old poems from today and these poems will be in both english and Swedish.

I have been writing poetry in english the last few years only, before that I could'nt do it, beacause it always got wrong (from my point a view), now I almost only write in English instead, so that part has turned.

The light in the dark moments

In a forest so dark and so deep

I can see the eyes between the trees

I can feel the gentle touch from the wind

And I can hear its soothing song.

When I walk this narrow and dark path

I see, I feel, I hear the spirits around me

As they follow me and bring comfort

And when I fall they help me back on my feet again

Yes, even when its dark I know... I am not alone

The demon called human

We say that we are so righteous.

We say that we are so superior.

But we are nothing but a mere worm in this world.

We seek and destroy.

We kill with weapons and words.

Demons who have lost their true faces are what we are.

We take and tear

We scream and overlooks

And yes, we call ourselves humans!

War, assaults, harrasments and so much more

closes the curtains for our love, humility and compassion.

But what does that matter? Right?

After all we are humans!

I don't hate you

I can't seem to care enough

I seem to care to much

It cannot be right

I seem to be to qiuet

I seem to speak to much

Am I really that stupid?

I don't hate you they all say;

I just hate everything you are.

I can't seem to fit in

I seem to fit in to much

Where should I be?

I seem to think wrong

I seem to be unable to think myself

Am I really that empty?

I don't hate you they all say;

I just hate who you are

When will I be right?

Whatever doesn't kill you will leave a scar

Whatever doesn't kill you will leave a scar.

A scar that will add to the pain next time.

A scar that will be one among others.

It will remind you of what happened in the past

It will remind you of how bad you are.

All the mistake you do over and over

All the things you wanna do but can't

But didn't you know? Everthing are your fault.

Yeah, whatever doesn't kill you will leave a scar

But life doesn't really care and keep on cutting.

Mistakes vs success

I look over my shoulder and see what's been

I see all the mistakes I do, all the successes

But the succeses get shadowed by the mistakes.

They are such a big part of life

Why is that so?

Why do I have to care of the mistakes like a baby?

Why are they waiting there for my weak moments?

Yes I look back and all I see are the trampled roses

A beautiful rose far away are in the blind spot...

Yeah the bad are bigger than the good.