successwhat if i amunmade for itunfitto win failurewhat if it fillsboth my pocketsequippedto lose framgångaldrig min vänjag har inteförståttdig än but if i can write that in Swedish(with a little help from a friend)success must be more than a wishfor all those who refuse to relent

you ask of meto do the impossibleand implore meto send love to the oneswho keep hatred sosacred in their hearts to give to thosewho take too muchall but the highestexpression of kindnessof which i feel theyonly deserve less where i would punishyou choose peacewhat i view as defeatyou count as victorywhat i rejectyou embrace yet … More Poem | we are love

hellocould youstop harassing me beforei replacemy kindness for whitehotrage ido notapprove of violence butfor youan exception is withinthepossibilities myrage istamed by time whereasyour ignorancelives on forever whitehotrage versustruekarma

yearninglongingto get all my petalsin perfect order shapingworkingnever once contentwith what i am growlingcursinghasting towards alli want to be cryingdefeatonly to let in trueperfection by merely being me

“how do you do it?make up stories in your head?”my best stories awakenwhile sleeping in my bed “what is the originof these tales you reap?”would you believe methey all happen in my sleep fairy tales and dragonsmy magic gathers at its bestbut nothing good will happenif i don’t get enough rest

(No fairy tale today, as I am recovering from the flu 🤧) don’t wish the day awayfor it comes but oncedon’t wish the day was overfor their supply is limiteddon’t wish the day be gonefor one day it will be gone for good cherish your time givenfor each second countsone day you might look back … More Poem | don’t wish the day away

the tallest of treesis born from the smallest of seedssuccess is not thelast breath youtake but the veryfirst you give toyour endless dreams

words i dare not trust completelydispatch from your lips so easy“you are beautiful,” you sayquite proudly to me every day“i miss you, my bed feels cold,there’s no one else i long to hold” my heart yearns for your attentionyet my mind works its retentionrefusing stubbornly to believeall the lies my lover tells me he is … More Poem | lies my lover tells me

footstepsgoing up orgoing downmoving forwardor standing stillbut never going backsuch are the choiceslain for us by life move as you choosebut make no mistakeand never forgetwho is truly in chargeof your directions