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I have been back for almost two weeks and only recently began to edit Project 1 (my second novel). In so many ways this is, and probably always will be, the most important text I have written because, as most of you know, I wrote the first sentence of it almost eight years ago when … Continue reading When writing becomes haunting
Retrospect To be a better man kind and loving not hiding in a lie Do I have to forgive trespasses? And words and deeds raping my heart? Why are you blind to my torment and the cause of suffering? Surely you must know? You must see. I know you can see. I know you know … Continue reading Retrospect
Torments of a Soul Crushed by an imaginary Gaze from a make-believe Lover. Oh, who are these cruel Gods that laugh behind my back? To think that I forced love into a box and threw it into the abyss of perdition, only to have it surface when another took me in her arms. How can … Continue reading Torments of a Soul Crushed by an imaginary Gaze from a make-believe Lover.
Slavery I did not ask for your presence. It was my sadness and fright. - F H Hakansson
This is a peom I found in an old facebook mail I sent to a friend at the end of 2009. I don't think it has been posted here so I'll do it now. The Rag Doll After a long quest for the friendly touch, I fell at first sight and hoped to feel your … Continue reading The Rag Doll
Of Flawed Seductions and Lonely Struggles Two days. I lost my saviour. We build cathedrals to our pain, The deeds I chose for our everlasting unity ruptured heaven. Establish monuments to attain, You fly away a one winged. Am I a freakish abomination? Freedom from all of the scars and the sins, Can I please … Continue reading Of Flawed Seductions and Lonely Struggles
Dawn of Delirium This was not a dream. A woman with uncanny resemblance, to the dead I once loved, appeared before me in form of blurry illuminated pixels. I can say with the honesty of my soul, she is the most beautiful person I have ever known, seen, thought of, and longed for. She … Continue reading Dawn of Delirium
Dead Lover's Scribbles 1. Hollow. A bottomless hole of perdition. In my chest. Instead of a heart. "I love you, always and forever. These feelings will never subside. I know this truly. Because you are the one." These were not lies. I know you meant it. When you spoke. People change. What makes them go … Continue reading Dead lover’s scribbles.
Maggots Blisters ache, they throb, and they scar. I scratch. My skinless flesh leaks pus and blood. Maggot infested are these wounds. And my heart. With lipless lips I whisper to her; "Take it!" - F H Hakansson
Another morning. If only I never woke up. The cameras smile and I am ready. They watch me with respect. They want me. But what if they see how broken I am? The light fades. And my mask falls. I did a good job. Holding out. But I kind of wish they would know. That … Continue reading Another Morning
F. H. Hakansson 