love – Page 2 – F. H. Hakansson

Come

Posted on October 10, 2011October 10, 2011 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Come Come find me, at world's end. Come see me, in broken glass. Come love me, rape my corpse. - F H Hakansson

Round Feet

Posted on September 29, 2011 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Round Feet The sun fell and dark reigned. A man had himself a drink for he felt drained. He walked around with round feet, Until he saw a woman so sweet. He asked for a dance and they tumbled all night, And he brought her home without a fight. They made love in his bed … Continue reading Round Feet →

Love is Dead

Posted on September 27, 2011September 27, 2011 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Love is Dead The fallen scream - ”Love is dead.” A diamond ring, Or a golden chalice? Hallowed be thy poison. - F H Hakansson

A Tale of Agony

Posted on September 25, 2011 by fhhakansson in Old Memory, Poetry, Prose

A Tale of Agony "Once lovers, forged by space and time, a unity of eternity meant to last forever. However, the perfect creation cannot subject itself to its flaws, therefore honesty walks alone. Shadows of the past are lurking around every corner; the deceit yet unspoken prowl between the lines. Our hopes and dreams generates the … Continue reading A Tale of Agony →

A heart’s longing

Posted on September 13, 2011September 13, 2011 by fhhakansson in Poetry

This poem... Well I actually forgot I ever wrote it. So I can't tell you much about it I'm afraid. (To be honest, I have a lot of stuff like this lying around, that I cannot recall ever writing. Most are outright bad, some are too surreal and abstract, and other too personal to publish. … Continue reading A heart’s longing →

Prose piece – first chapter of an untitled novel

Posted on August 30, 2011August 31, 2011 by fhhakansson in Feature, Prose

As mentioned in yesterday's post: this was a University assignment that I chose to publish without making any additional editing. Styles change and I know this piece does not reflect my writing as it is now. Still - it functioned as a step in the giant ladder I'm climbing to become an author - and … Continue reading Prose piece – first chapter of an untitled novel →

Sibling Love

Posted on August 26, 2011December 22, 2012 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Sibling love Two more days until Christmas and the never ending torrent of customers is overwhelming But I’m not afraid, no, I have my sister. Strange people stumble in and ask for the most obscure things, But all I do is smile victoriously and reply: “Ask my sister” and I walk away. “Five years ago … Continue reading Sibling Love →

If Only I Dared To Dream

Posted on August 17, 2011 by fhhakansson in Old Memory

You came to visit me again last night. Am I not tormented enough? To give yourself to me once more knowing I can't touch you. If only you were real. How I wish to find love again... Last night I wanted to end it again. - An old memory

Hypocrisy

Posted on August 16, 2011August 16, 2011 by fhhakansson in Old Memory

How do I begin? How can one extract my experiences, format them into words, and make you know how I feel? Take a being like me: Handsome, charming, caring, warm and wealthy. Most have described me as perfect. Yet, I am far form it. Back then I could walk with confidence and chose my partner without any difficulty or concern for … Continue reading Hypocrisy →

Wishful dreaming

Posted on August 15, 2011August 15, 2011 by fhhakansson in Blog, Old Memory

I dreamt that you were in my arms once more. Even if it was only for a moment, everything returned. You were standing in the hallway again.There was a look of bewilderment on your face. You reached for the door but I grabbed your hand and spun you around, only to be greeted by your eyes avoiding … Continue reading Wishful dreaming →