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nowhere blues

before vicious rows, before mornings, before nights
he'd think of no one else, passion put aside.
violently thrown through twisted corridors by the hands of time
deep blue moments to raging reds - framing their artwork, once so vivid but changed like dunes
he looks at it weeping.

major chords rejected but double the feeling, a saxophone cries
he is the instrument, breathes emotion to life on sombre afternoons
burgundy leaves rattle in the wind, some bypassers repelled by his reality looking away.
if only he had the chance - he will think- if only...

sometimes angry and breathing heavy, sitting alone on a bench by a wall
his fingers tremble like machines - unreal - and streams form on his cheeks
tiny stars hidden in his mind sparkle, almost visible behind ominous clouds
was there a love?
was there a now?
he knows there was.
now everything was lost, now continents were formed, never to collide again
and all the while a great lightwork unseen play across the sky.
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I'm a Swedish artist with many fields of interest.My poems are often about spirituality, philosophy, love, emotions and sometimes they are even a tad nonsensical :)I have a history of depression and alot of reflection about my self, conciousness and the world. I am introverted, honest and love to delve into the different realms of art and spirituality!My poetry is very personal and I never try to mimic any other poets.While I haven't explored the stilistical forms of poetry so much I try to work with expression and painting a picture, try to keep it as free as possible. Although I might try out different forms in the future should I feel to. Aaaanyways welcome to my page, hope you enjoy yourself! Any feedback or just spontaneous reactions are much appreciated! :-) more…

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