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The Man in White Your birth will set kingdoms ablaze. You are mankind's fire. With these empty pages I change the world. Hear your name. For it is hallowed. Seypher. NOTE: I should explain here that while this poem can be read in many different ways on many different levels (such as showing how a … Continue reading The Man in White
Meeting the Archangel Descended thus, did he. The angel with one wing. Who are you? "I am summoned to bring forth a world of suffering." Why? "Of your past, was I, and thus the remedy for hurt. Of your present, am I, and thus embodying all woe. Of your future, will I be, and thus … Continue reading Meeting the Archangel
Spider A spider creeps up the wall It lingers in a shadow Until dawn. NOTE: This poem was originally a bit longer. I explained how the spider was gone when the light dispersed the shadow. After much rewriting (well, about 20 minutes of rewriting) everything beyond the first stanza felt redundant. Just reading "Until dawn" means the … Continue reading Spider
The Journey Time. Where have you left me? All I can do is remain, and wander. The gears turn like clockwork. For whom do I travel? I wish... I could remember. - F H Hakansson
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
End of the rainbow Once - I sat by a river of gold Fishing all the unicorns I could hold A leprechaun came to me and said: "Oh no! They are all dead! For this, I shall have your head!" I chuckled and gave him a Unicorn's horn. He gnawed it and said - "It's … Continue reading End of the Rainbow
My treasured friend. When did you become so cold? When did your eyes roll back and ashen? When did your heart skip a beat and slumber? Did you not remember your friends? Yes. You forsake me in times of need. That is why I slumber. You see I was already gone. Forgotten. - F H Hakansson
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.
The Kubs of the Mountain Oh the man, Kubs was his name, renowned and famed, for his climbing game. Climbing mountains, and peaks of snow, facing danger, never feeling low. But one day a man appeared, a genie with insidious desires, who hid in shadows, and watched the climbing fool. With a flick of the genie's wrist, and … Continue reading The Kubs of the Mountain
F. H. Hakansson 