Tomorrow's Dirge

I heard tomorrow’s dirge today,

and passed it through my ear

It was the blackest tone, to which

black shades could not compare

I was steadfast through crescendos

at the peak of day’s decrease,

but I shattered, when the eulogists

spun grayscale frequencies.

The mourners, suffering silently,

in consonance, and I

felt spirits quake beneath the ground,

and passion rock the sky

It was the tremors in the air

that brought me to my knees;

and brought to tears, when I witnessed

words that shook the seas.

Then the waves of black retreated

restfully in tune,

and I caught a passing chance to grieve

beneath a rosewhite moon

The words recapitulated

and then they came to cease,

and when I’d grieved sufficiently,

I knew their final peace.

För Att (Because)

(Note: This is the first poem I've written in Swedish.)

Du är första, du är min

Vi gillar dricka för mycket vin

När du ber om två, jag ger tre

för att jag älskar dej.

English Translation:

You come first, you're mine

We like to drink too much wine

When you ask for two, I give three

Because I love you

Nirgendwo

Ich fahre schnell nach Nirgendwo

Irgenwann komme ich zurück

Alles ich sehe in Nirgendwo

Las ich einmal, in einem Buch

English Translation

I’m travelling fast to Nowhere

Eventually I’m coming back

Everything I see in Nowhere

I read once, in a book

Sad Kid II

Misplaced hatred, outdated vendettas 
They won’t leave, they’re his leech 
Unseen by others but out of his own reach 
Hooded sweaters do little; he begged to replace it 
But he’d rather be dead than change faces on a daily basis 
The anger is baseless, and bottomless 
His foundation is brittle bitterness 
For hours he’d sit 
Stuck in middle, muddy and riddled with regret 
He’s waited too long to forgive and forget 
Patiently waiting got him nowhere 
His fate was in the hands of another 
So he snatched it back, 
Laughed as he wracked his brain, 
Everything else had been in vain 
Now breaking rules doesn’t warrant an explanation  

From The City Of Siren Lullabies

He’s from the city of

siren lullabies; on the other side,

where signs start to

point the other way.

There, alleyways are the

best places to hide

or to dip out

of a place you weren’t invited,

or to accidentally sleep there

for the night, a few times.

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I Would Argue for Art

I would argue for art

testify for Michelangelo because,

I’ve visited his Sistine Chapel masterpiece

By the oath I’ve taken, it was indeed

of unparalleled magnificence,

clearly fashioned by the epitome

of artistic brilliance

I will submit for history’s court;

I witnessed splendor

But I would contend any question

of Shakespeare’s cross;

enraged, on the verge of contempt,

but clarified I would stand from the chair

and declare beyond reasonable doubt,

having born witness on many occasions

to his (and their) Greatness,

that words will never flake or chip,

and their legacy is branded in this very court