tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271339212011-04-21T13:25:10.744-07:00Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1150288519852378892006-06-14T05:16:00.001-07:002006-06-22T02:43:38.043-07:00Cascading snow<br />And icy avalanches<br />Buckets of freezing<br />Water<br /><br />Scorching heat<br />Gushes of burning acid<br />Rivers of molten<br />Lava<br /><br />The pendulum swings<br />From one extreme to another<br />Causing havoc in my<br />Mind<br /><br />It is of little importance<br />And yet it is all that matters<br />How I can remember to<br />Breathe<br /><br />Since everything resembles<br />Cascades of snow<br />Among molten lava<br />When I am<br />With You<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-115028851985237889?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1148045327422020442006-05-19T06:19:00.000-07:002006-05-19T06:31:26.100-07:00Förut<br />När jag var liten<br />Var jag så liten<br />Att jag nästan inte syntes<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kegelmastereurope.com/images/woman_silhouette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.kegelmastereurope.com/images/woman_silhouette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Då<br />När jag var mindre<br />Var jag så osynlig<br />Att jag lät mig trampas på<br /><br />Igår<br />När jag var yngre<br />Var jag så tyst<br />Att jag aldrig gjorde mig hörd<br /><br />Nyss<br />När jag börjat växa<br />Blev jag lite modigare<br />Och vågade där jag förut tigit<br /><br />Idag<br />När jag är situationen vuxen<br />Är jag lite rädd men inte tyst<br />Och hörs när jag syns.<br /><br />Och när jag hörs och syns<br />Då trampar ingen någonsins mer<br />På mig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114804532742202044?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1147640269066205672006-05-14T13:23:00.000-07:002006-05-14T13:57:49.096-07:00Jag gömmer saker<br />Och glömmer var<br />De hörde till<br />Och var det fanns<br /><br />Jag vill säga de rätta orden<br />De ligger där och väntar<br />Finns på tungan<br />Men så är de glömda<br /><a href="http://www.stardel.com/fractals25/800x600_whirl.png"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stardel.com/fractals25/800x600_whirl.png" border="0" /></a><br />Ett ögonblick så vet jag<br />Precis<br />Så säker<br />Kristallklart<br /><br />Men så gömmer jag<br />Och då glömmer jag<br />Det mörknar fort<br />Det saknas något<br /><br />Det driver in en kil<br />Mellan den jag vill vara<br />Och den jag är<br />När något saknas<br /><br />Jag glömmer orden<br />Men aldrig meningen<br />Känslan består<br />Fast stavelserna flytt<br /><br />Det är så här jag är<br />Och nu står jag framför dig<br />Med de ord som återstår<br />Här är jag<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114764026906620567?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1147341188089390752006-05-11T02:50:00.000-07:002006-05-11T02:59:07.360-07:00Drinking liquid golden light<br />Soaking in amber heat<br />Kept cool by the velvet wind<br /><br />Sunkissed by a distant star<br />Cradled by its glow<br />Eyes closed, mind open <br /><br />I float<br />Sink<br />Rise<br /><a href="http://www.sunshinedna.com/wp-images/Sun/sun9.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sunshinedna.com/wp-images/Sun/sun9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dreamless moments<br />Glorious in their simplicity<br />I bask in the present<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114734118808939075?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1147035952821464462006-05-07T12:52:00.000-07:002006-05-07T14:05:52.863-07:00You dance on graves with every word<br />You speak such lies, they are absurd<br />And there's no limit to your hate<br />I can't see why you desecrate<br /><br />The names of good people who<br />Are much better folks than you<br />Will ever know or hope to be<br />You're just a hateful busy-bee<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art.net/TheGallery/calm/Juried2002/Alemda%20Dawn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.art.net/TheGallery/calm/Juried2002/Alemda%20Dawn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Stay away from me, you fool<br />Since you're not playing by the rules<br />You can't be careless with my heart<br />And then try to play for a new start<br /><br />You say so much is wrong with me<br />And that many would agree<br />But your lies ain't worth a damn<br />Many people love me as I am<br /><br />So in the end you stand alone<br />A royal fool without a throne<br />I found my strength, I found my way<br />Without a single word of praise<br /><br />It took a while to see the truth<br />Too many years, most of my youth<br />Saying goodbye's long overdue<br />The day has come - I'm over you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114703595282146446?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1146908438954155372006-05-06T02:27:00.000-07:002006-05-06T02:40:39.080-07:00Jag ska alltid minnas, sade du<br />Men glömde strax tonerna i melodin<br />Och hur orden rimmade<br /><br />Jag förlåter dig, sade jag<br />Men lät dig aldrig glömma<br />Besvikelsen och smärtan<br /><br />Du har förändrats så, anklagade du <a href="http://www.aremark.kommune.no/images/artikler/7323/noter.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.aremark.kommune.no/images/artikler/7323/noter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jag vet inte längre vem du är<br />Och jag har inget mer att säga<br /><br />Jag bryr mig inte längre, ljög jag<br />Du betyder inget för mig<br />Och jag klarar mig ändå<br /><br />Jag ska aldrig glömma, hotade du<br />Aldrig mer ska jag låta någon<br />Komma mig så nära<br /><br />Du glömmer. Ofta. Sade jag<br />Och började nynna den glömda melodin<br />Sjöng de svunna orden<br /><br />Jag har glömt den, sade du<br />Blek och trött<br />Med ett besegrat uttryck<br /><br />Jag kan sjunga den igen, sade jag<br />Trött på alla argument<br />Alla angklagelser<br /><br />Vill du? frågade du<br />Jag behöver höra alla melodier igen<br />Och om och om igen<br /><br />Jag vill gärna, lovade jag<br />Och sjöng, närhelst du ville<br />Närhelst du riskerade glömma<br /><br />Du är mitt minne, sade du<br />Och höll min hand<br />När jag sjöng<br /><br />Du är min lycka, sade jag<br />Och sjöng<br />Nya och gamla sånger<br /><br />Påminde dig<br />Om mig<br />Om oss<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114690843895415537?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1146758178094599762006-05-04T08:45:00.000-07:002006-05-04T08:57:58.926-07:00Drömmar krossas<br />Som höstlöv under mina fötter<br />Där jag går genom livet<br /><br />Solen lyser genom grenverk<br />Och moln<br />Driver mina skuggor mot heden<br /><br />Ute i ljuset<br />Frodas ingen mardröm<br />Lever inga hopplösa ord<br /><br /><a href="http://missionxp.webblogg.se/images/05_n_sandsj_ang_142531609.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="182" alt="" src="http://missionxp.webblogg.se/images/05_n_sandsj_ang_142531609.jpg" border="0" /></a>Bland ljung<br />Och allvars stenar<br />Ligger längtan redo<br /><br />Där längtan finns<br />Lever drömmen<br />Som undgått förstörelse<br /><br />Daggfuktig jord<br />Ångar mot himmel<br />Och sol<br /><br />Mitt blod för värmen<br />Mot hjärtat<br />Segervisst<br /><br />Jag rör vid gräset<br />Följer långa strån<br />Med ett långsamt finger<br /><br />Dessa drömmar<br />Bor i gungflyn<br />och känner ingen brådska<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114675817809459976?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1146400303961025222006-04-30T05:26:00.000-07:002006-04-30T05:32:22.920-07:00Talking about pain<br />I realize<br />Pain has colors<br />I never knew<br />Pain was part of the rainbow<br /><br />White, is searing, scorching pain<br />Red, is gushing, open-sore agony<br />Yellow, is old, common pain<br />Brown, is throbbing, dull, thudding ache<br /><br />Black, is where you go, when you can't go anywhere else<br />A state of mind<br />When pain is common <a href="http://dot.kde.org/1087458205/1087500260/1087501465/1087535172/1087592203/blue-sun-m.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://dot.kde.org/1087458205/1087500260/1087501465/1087535172/1087592203/blue-sun-m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And what you're used to<br /><br />And when the pain is gone<br />If only temporary<br />And perhaps just for a moment<br />Everything...is blue<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114640030396102522?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1146344594696766182006-04-29T13:56:00.000-07:002006-04-29T14:07:33.430-07:00Breahte, breathe<br />I sometimes forget<br />I inhale<br />And don't exhale<br /><br />Oxygen<br />Abscent, lacking<br />Ever important<br />How can I forget<br /><br />Your reflection<br />In a window<br />In a puddle<br />In a spoon<br /><br />All it takes<br />For me to inhale<br />And not exhale<br />Merely tremble<br /><br />Your skin<br />Ever pale<br />Ever smooth<br />Ever just beneath my fingertips<br /><br />And I<br />Forget to breathe<br />In and out<br />No air<br /><br />Breathe, breathe<br />I'm reminded<br />By your kiss<br />And when you breathe<br /><br />Life in me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114634459469676618?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1146156955426269672006-04-27T09:53:00.000-07:002006-04-27T09:55:55.426-07:00Warm grains<br />Fill the space<br />The curve of my back<br />As I arch into you<br /><br />Sun beams add<br />To the heat<br />When you close the distance<br />Between our lips<br /><br />Waves crash<br />Onto golden sand<br />Echoing your whispers<br />Your words<br /><br />Of love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114615695542626967?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27133921.post-1146156704752382232006-04-27T09:49:00.000-07:002006-04-27T09:51:44.760-07:00Ja, här tänkte jag förvirra eventuella läsare med poesi både på engelska och svenska, som det faller sig. Så, antingen får ni scrolla som galningar (när det nu blivit några stycken) eller helt enkelt måckla på båda språken! :-)<br /><br />Well, now, here I thought I'd confuse potential readers with poetry in both English and Swedish, when ever the mood hits me. So, either you can scroll like mad (when there are any poems to scroll among) or become bilingual! :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27133921-114615670475238223?l=gunbrooke-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redheadgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13357839509476087660noreply@blogger.com0