Yes, well, i havnt posted any poetry in a while. Altough i've been very active prose wise.

So without further ado, poems from University. A few didnt make it here, because they are in Swedish and you wouldnt understand them. Also, i wont translate them.


Or maybe i will!

*Translated* dated at: sep 2, 2004. Alderach.

Cold, white, cellhallroom
mirrors: work, gain.
Coinciding rewinds of time
do no good.

Questions on and on, albeit
not ressesive lamp.

Nonsens boy, the real thing is less uncommon.
disintegrate not my point of view
like barbarians.

Undoubtably independant wooden table.

Maybe the prose should point
towords reality to a larger extent. I find it odd
that this table isnt leaning.

Unsure if the eraser law holds true.
Soon the Decan will come,
In the break the world is smoking.