A few of us died today
Their faces twisted
Their skin bloated
One can only imagine the horrors they experienced before they drew their last breath
But I choose not to
Read the short story the poetry is based on here
Category: Poetry
Day 1: First Step – Poem
I never believed I would survive thus far
Nor did I have any notion of surviving henceforth
For the vast purple gloom that stretched before us
And the horrors that had befallen us before
Seethed away my sanity
Yet, we pressed on
From sheer desperation
To utter despair
We pressed on
Read the short story the poetry is based on here
Life’s Work – Poetry Fiction
Fire rained over her head; sparkles of light glistering as the gears crashed against one another. Her life’s work all in ruin.
What is Originality? – Poem
What is originality? but a copy of something already existing?
They say that no thought is truly original,
And always stem from something already seen
Already heard
Already existing
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I believe nature was the first source to our creativity
To our imagination
Then it is no surprise why it took tens of thousands of years before our society evolved beyond animilasim
Nor is it any surprise in which rate our society evolves today
Faith – Poem
Faith is a difficult word
A word but a few can truly claim to understand
For faith requires utter acceptance to that which we cannot see
That which we cannot touch
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Someone with faith cannot waver to argument
Cannot be threatened with facts
People with faith do not have to prove to someone lacking thereof to validate one’s faith
Nor do the lacking thereof have to validate theirs
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Faith is a beautiful thing for those that truly accepts it
A proclamation of love to the unknown
However, faith is often claimed by those that are the most uncertain
The most easily corrupt
The Vaan – Book of Legacy
The Vaan
The most vile creatures that every existed
Their temples surely cursed
Their civilisation surely backwards
Yet the destruction they inflicted… inconceivable
Another lore poem from my fantasy novel. This time, it’s about a people shrouded in mystery. The destroyers of worlds they say. Yet, their presence and legacy vanished into fairytales and legends.
The Tainted – Book of Legacy
Vile are the mixers of the blood
The betrayers of the race
The tainted
Another teaser for my novel. It speaks of the so-called ‘tainted’, a people which eyes are no longer the colours of the prime
Hazardous Journey – Poem
The wind roared from high above
The anger seething through his skin
The sand piercing through his pores
His mind filled with only regret
Ever Fading – Poem
The flames shrank as he crawled aimlessly in the tunnels
The light ever fading
His breath now empty
The Beast Within – Poem
Reading is nourishment for the brain
Nourishment for the beast within
Run when the beast is freed
For the story I’m reading
Has the key to my soul
The poem was originally written in Swedish and I debated whether I should post it here or not. Most of my readers are English speakers, but quite a few are actually Swedish. In the end, I decided to make a separate blog whenever I have the inclination to post something in Swedish: Legendernas Bok
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