Embraced but later left;(such theft)a subtle trace of lipstick left;such trickshad him exposed,bereft of both,they’re goneinstead of twoin none;his vessel filled is spilled;he’s having nilexcept regret of having lostwhat he loved most. […]
The autumn leaves, still hesitant to leave, are like my poems desperately seeking questions better fitting every manifold of vagrant answers waiting to decay. A very short poem written for […]
Bring me your sunrise and in evening winks of your moon. Bring me a mile of your laughter and candyflossed words. Bring me a bat of your lashes and a […]
I read your obituary. Pleasure bubbling through my veins. You’re gone, sweet traitor. April sunshine in my face; it’s warmer than a dish served cold. You called before; asked forgiveness, […]
I We believe the world to be a ship; a ship on route through reefs and doldrums, through storms and hate. II We believe the world to be a ship; […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 