Fictional obsession by Doll-of-a-vampire, literature
Literature
Fictional obsession
Where does she lie tonight
my once beloved sweet
She who made my heart
fall down to my feet
I loved that picture so
the picture in my mind
She was so gentle, so warm
so lovable, so kind
And I was sad, devastated
when I had to let her go
There was no real future there
even though I loved her so
Cause she was only my imagination
another thought I held too dear
There was no girl like her, in true
And she had to disappear
So I brought her out in the garden
kissed her one last time
Buried that piece of paper
beneath the blooming thyme
I held a small, sad ceremony
inside my teenage room
Said, when I walked out that door
I'd l
Konstnarens dilemma by Doll-of-a-vampire, literature
Literature
Konstnarens dilemma
Den dagen då jag inte kan skriva en endaste dikt till
Då mina läppar inte släpper ut några filosofiska tankar
Då min tunga inte formar några smärtsamt vackra ord
Den dagen, den blir min lyckligaste
För då brinner ej längre denna konstnärssjäl,
i lidandets och självföraktets eldar
Då bankar ingen sorgens hammare mitt hjärta till strid
Den dagen då jag inte längre måste yttra bittra stavelser
När mörkret kryper alldeles för tätt inpå
Den dagen blir min sista
Och den ska jag invänta troget, men också me
What is life worth
counting in silent tears?
What is life's value
compared to blinding fears?
If all one feel and conquer
should be darkness and despair
is the forced life we were given
not heavy and unfair?
Who has the right to speak up
when another's feeling low?
If they can look with disbelief
upon pain, then they do not know
If life has shown is cold side
and you have no warmth to wear
Then it isn't hard for life itself
To become a heavy burden to bear
Will there be rain?
In heaven, I know you said,
the sun would shine and the flowers flourish
But will there be rain?
You described the silvery stars
How the river flowed smoothly
But you didn't mention the rain
nor the powerful storm.
You spoke of the azure sky
The warmth of the untouched ground
But will there be sweet, trickling autumn rain,
to cleanse ones dirty soul in?
Will the storm whisk up noises
Ripping at my skin?
Will there be thunder and lightning above,
in that heaven, you speak of
Will no drops of rain fall
on that beautiful ground, you've told me of?
Will there be no rain to trust in,
to wash away the mistake
I go all the way up
And then I fall back down
On my wings, they're broken and I
Can't make a sound
Just please come back
A little later
Cause now, I simply can't
Show you hatred
Nattliga skuldkanslor-Swedish by Doll-of-a-vampire, literature
Literature
Nattliga skuldkanslor-Swedish
Min värme ligger nedsjunken i lakanen
Min lukt har lagt sig bland dammtussarna
Klockan är alltför mycket och jag borde sova
Men skuldkänslorna vill inte sina
De vill straffa min syndiga kropp,
min förnuftiga, logiska hjärna,
och mitt vägrande, livrädda hjärta
Och jag vet att de gör rätt i sina beskyllningar
Det finns ingenting gott eller vackert med mitt agerande
Bara en massa onödigt lidande
Från min likgiltiga sida,
och från omvärldens oförstående ögon
Måste man verkligen vara kär för att vara lycklig?
I still find these walls too narrow
And here I was thinking I'd passed the test
But it seems some of the fear still remains
And maybe that is all for the best
Still I look out to see the sun slowly setting
Instead of simply enjoying watching it rise
That is my personality and my destined view
To look upon the world with vigilant eyes
And still my shoes don't fit me, still restless is my soul
I just grew a little when it comes to appreciation
Cause now I'm able to seek a little comfort and joy
In this easy and enjoyable salvation
But still I find myself in a stance of defense
And there's a warrior's heart within this chest
I hate
The colours of the sky are dark today
May be for I am a heart at display
No moon is reflecting the rays of the sun
And the tiny stars cannot make her outdone
Beneath that blue we all live in hope
However I'm not sure I any longer can cope
The wise is the one not to linger in doubt
But I am not sure I can live as devout
God is right with me, and yet far away
How can I know He is with me today?
What was the reason I walked so astray?
Why am I a sorrowful heart at display?
So vulnerable you lie sleeping by my side
Making my two beings and universes collide
I watch your calm breath's one by one
Passing your lips as the night's just begun
All locking devices I've put on my soul
I gave you the key, and now you're in control
Down the horizon the sunlight descends
Or is it my life that is closing the ends?
Lacing my hands I raise them in plea
Silently begging for you to not see
I need you so much I haven't got anything left
You took my existence and yet not by theft
I've given you all I have the capacity to give
And now I've forgotten how I'm supposed to live
It's scary to observe you defenseless so ne
Alone in my room I lie in the dark of night
Feeling the atmosphere wishing to ignite
It wants to burn and I know that so do I
But I haven't enough strength to wonder why
For many days now I have stayed inside
Sickened and weak, not attempting to hide
And yet now it feels as if I'm really running away
As if my friends are my hunters and I am their prey
My mind feels numb and my body is tired
I wish I could get the fire which is desired
Flare up then dusty air of my darkened room
And take with you my unrighteous suspicion and my gloom
Aching head, aching back, sleep and rest 'til tomorrow
May the fright be gone by then and may so
Fictional obsession by Doll-of-a-vampire, literature
Literature
Fictional obsession
Where does she lie tonight
my once beloved sweet
She who made my heart
fall down to my feet
I loved that picture so
the picture in my mind
She was so gentle, so warm
so lovable, so kind
And I was sad, devastated
when I had to let her go
There was no real future there
even though I loved her so
Cause she was only my imagination
another thought I held too dear
There was no girl like her, in true
And she had to disappear
So I brought her out in the garden
kissed her one last time
Buried that piece of paper
beneath the blooming thyme
I held a small, sad ceremony
inside my teenage room
Said, when I walked out that door
I'd l
Konstnarens dilemma by Doll-of-a-vampire, literature
Literature
Konstnarens dilemma
Den dagen då jag inte kan skriva en endaste dikt till
Då mina läppar inte släpper ut några filosofiska tankar
Då min tunga inte formar några smärtsamt vackra ord
Den dagen, den blir min lyckligaste
För då brinner ej längre denna konstnärssjäl,
i lidandets och självföraktets eldar
Då bankar ingen sorgens hammare mitt hjärta till strid
Den dagen då jag inte längre måste yttra bittra stavelser
När mörkret kryper alldeles för tätt inpå
Den dagen blir min sista
Och den ska jag invänta troget, men också me
What is life worth
counting in silent tears?
What is life's value
compared to blinding fears?
If all one feel and conquer
should be darkness and despair
is the forced life we were given
not heavy and unfair?
Who has the right to speak up
when another's feeling low?
If they can look with disbelief
upon pain, then they do not know
If life has shown is cold side
and you have no warmth to wear
Then it isn't hard for life itself
To become a heavy burden to bear
Will there be rain?
In heaven, I know you said,
the sun would shine and the flowers flourish
But will there be rain?
You described the silvery stars
How the river flowed smoothly
But you didn't mention the rain
nor the powerful storm.
You spoke of the azure sky
The warmth of the untouched ground
But will there be sweet, trickling autumn rain,
to cleanse ones dirty soul in?
Will the storm whisk up noises
Ripping at my skin?
Will there be thunder and lightning above,
in that heaven, you speak of
Will no drops of rain fall
on that beautiful ground, you've told me of?
Will there be no rain to trust in,
to wash away the mistake
I go all the way up
And then I fall back down
On my wings, they're broken and I
Can't make a sound
Just please come back
A little later
Cause now, I simply can't
Show you hatred
Nattliga skuldkanslor-Swedish by Doll-of-a-vampire, literature
Literature
Nattliga skuldkanslor-Swedish
Min värme ligger nedsjunken i lakanen
Min lukt har lagt sig bland dammtussarna
Klockan är alltför mycket och jag borde sova
Men skuldkänslorna vill inte sina
De vill straffa min syndiga kropp,
min förnuftiga, logiska hjärna,
och mitt vägrande, livrädda hjärta
Och jag vet att de gör rätt i sina beskyllningar
Det finns ingenting gott eller vackert med mitt agerande
Bara en massa onödigt lidande
Från min likgiltiga sida,
och från omvärldens oförstående ögon
Måste man verkligen vara kär för att vara lycklig?
I still find these walls too narrow
And here I was thinking I'd passed the test
But it seems some of the fear still remains
And maybe that is all for the best
Still I look out to see the sun slowly setting
Instead of simply enjoying watching it rise
That is my personality and my destined view
To look upon the world with vigilant eyes
And still my shoes don't fit me, still restless is my soul
I just grew a little when it comes to appreciation
Cause now I'm able to seek a little comfort and joy
In this easy and enjoyable salvation
But still I find myself in a stance of defense
And there's a warrior's heart within this chest
I hate
The colours of the sky are dark today
May be for I am a heart at display
No moon is reflecting the rays of the sun
And the tiny stars cannot make her outdone
Beneath that blue we all live in hope
However I'm not sure I any longer can cope
The wise is the one not to linger in doubt
But I am not sure I can live as devout
God is right with me, and yet far away
How can I know He is with me today?
What was the reason I walked so astray?
Why am I a sorrowful heart at display?
So vulnerable you lie sleeping by my side
Making my two beings and universes collide
I watch your calm breath's one by one
Passing your lips as the night's just begun
All locking devices I've put on my soul
I gave you the key, and now you're in control
Down the horizon the sunlight descends
Or is it my life that is closing the ends?
Lacing my hands I raise them in plea
Silently begging for you to not see
I need you so much I haven't got anything left
You took my existence and yet not by theft
I've given you all I have the capacity to give
And now I've forgotten how I'm supposed to live
It's scary to observe you defenseless so ne
Alone in my room I lie in the dark of night
Feeling the atmosphere wishing to ignite
It wants to burn and I know that so do I
But I haven't enough strength to wonder why
For many days now I have stayed inside
Sickened and weak, not attempting to hide
And yet now it feels as if I'm really running away
As if my friends are my hunters and I am their prey
My mind feels numb and my body is tired
I wish I could get the fire which is desired
Flare up then dusty air of my darkened room
And take with you my unrighteous suspicion and my gloom
Aching head, aching back, sleep and rest 'til tomorrow
May the fright be gone by then and may so
Jag drömde om dig.
Till ingen nytta.
I en tanke flöt du förbi, lätt och långsam, svår att fånga.
Du var alltid nära, du var alltid bäst.
Ändå flög du förbi, trotts att jag sov.
Det tar ett tag att förstå
att det ogripbara är alltid ogripbart.
Det konstiga är då det ogripbara syns gripbart.
Då du är så nära att jag når armen.
Varför ska man luras?
Man ska lura sig själv.
Till ingen nytta.
Även om jag når nu kommer jag inte nå imorgon.
För det ogripbara är alltid ogripbart.
Synen k
Vattenlek
Jag är vatten
Rinnande
Stillastående
Alltid i rörelse.
Jag rör mig.
Jag är älven
Forsande
Brusande
Mot havet.
Jag rör mig mot havet.
Jag är tjärnen
Blank
Dimhöljd
Speglandes stjärnor.
Jag rör mig i natten.
Jag är vatten
Flytande
Sjunkande
Vilandes på bottnen.
Under stjärnorna.
Allemansrätten
Jag vandrar
I skogar, berg och dalar
Jag sjunger
Om älvor, troll och vittra
Jag äter
Av åkerbär, blåbär och lingon
Jag sover
På mossan i hans famn
Du färdas
Genom stadens infrastruktur
Du lyssnar
Till radions nyaste ballad
Du njuter
För du har makt att förändra
Du lever
Som samhället vill
While trying to find you
I lost myself.
I thought I had control
- I thought I knew what I was doing.
I lost my soul
-because of you
Puked it down,
and flushed it down the toilet.
Dear perfect body,
you wouldn't obey!
Now I've given up on you
and I'm trying to forget about "us"
Dear perfect body,
You will never be mine.
I want you, I need you
but I just can't have you.
- You are a lie that I wanted to believe in.
Dear body, forgive me for the damage I have done.
I love you.
If my life was not meant
To be lived in this yoke,
If your burden is easy,
I could go for broke
And kick 'gainst the goads,
Hard as I find it.
I prefer to live first,
And then to rewind it.
But no! Here's the sun,
And here is the day.
For freedom I live;
In freedom I'll stay.
If life was not meant
To be lived in a chair,
Then why not run free,
Why not let down my hair?
I've a yearning for flowers
And a heart on the edge
Of a love that's unyielding.
Here is my pledge:
If life is not meant
To be lived in the rules
Of times new roman, twelve point,
But to be led by the fools
Wise enough to step out
And feel the warm sun
i.
this path i'm walking on is made of
her.
she is. i am. she is. i am.
i break i stop i smash i destroy.
we are one.
ii.
if we were sitting in my back yard right now,
what would you say?
iii.
can't you see i'm drowing?
iv.
i would tell you i loved you,
but i wouldn't mean it
i hate you i hate you i hate you.
v.
i'm getting tired of feeling my way through the dark,
please stop blinding my vision.
vi.
this world we pretend to live in
exists only in fairy tales.
and i hate them too.
vii.
three things i wish i could say to you:
1. no one has ever made me feel worse th
I had a slug...
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
The Worm Charmer
The wind blew warm and playfully as up the mountain path he climbed,
Slow his pace but steadily, with gentle thoughts upon his mind.
He hummed a tune of memories, all the joys and tears they bring,
Of dearest friends, of enemies - all bundled up and tied with string.
Up towards the top he trod, no need to rush, no need to worry,
The skylarks overhead called down the day will wait... no need to hurry.
Slightly stooped but surely strong, the years had washed his hair to grey,
Lines etched deeply on his face, but bright eyes danced and called to play.
The old man dressed in fur and feathers, clay pipe hangi
No voice is lovlier than Thine.
I have sought and made you mine.
Sweet Savior, here I gladly stand
Under your sweet reprimand.
Though you slay me, I will praise
The One who numbers all my days.
Undserved mercy pours
Itself on beggars, on the floors
Just as I am. Here I remain,
Knowing I should take the blame,
And live with self-inflicted sorrow.
Yet You told me, "Find tomorrow.
"Live today in freedom, peace;
Yesterdays together cease.
Think not that I'll exact a fee
To pay what once you owed to Me.
"That much is paid. Go: sin no more.
Here I am, standing at your door.
Let Me in and I will show
Where, together, we will g
Hi, I'm just here to tell you I'll be chaning user-account. I'll still use this one for things regarding poems but the other one will be used in general :)
Kazuwu is the name of the new account!