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Title: poems
Post by: Robyn on July 17, 2014, 03:05:10 PM
I tried to translate some of my poems. it's the first time I try to do this and they are probably filled with typos and strange sentences.
thought it would be fun to share anyway...




strobe light

take my hand
give me your lips of golden pleasure
purer than heroin
let me feel the rhythm of the music
explode
in your trembling body

take my heart
let us forget everything
under the same flashing sky
feel the lies of the night
burn
between our ribs

take me in your hand
make me hard

lead me to a place
where


I can feel something



and I'll take you to a dawn
worth dying for
and wake you up to a tomorrow
worth living for



untitled I


I'm your bridge
lying on my back


over trembling nights


see me flinch
feel me dissolve



I'm yours
just yours


to rape




untitled II


baby

you are sunshine in my veins
you are

69 love songs on repeat

you are





untilted III

have a drink with me tonight
I need
to see my existence in a different light
and you are an expert
on escaping reality

have a drink with me tonight
take me where your meat
is the most sensitive, let me
taste
the glittering droplets
clumsy
stiff

I need you
need to feel something else

than myself



perhaps/perhaps not

who can really tell when
or how
everything went so bad 
maybe it was a choice
we did
to let our legs give up
and the world
like an abscess
crack
between our fingertips
maybe it's a choice
we do
to get lost
just so we can forget
who we
really are
and who can really tell
perhaps we have
all the time in the world
to change direction
some day
maybe not today 
but soon
perhaps tomorrow
perhaps never
perhaps it
doesn't really matter
in the end anyway

and who knows, maybe
we can do everything
we want
became a chapter
in the history books
with words like razor blades
in their hearts,
remain heroes
forever
tomorrow maybe
it will happen, my friend
'll just gonna do
the paperwork first
and perhaps we
take the train to gothenburg
and then the bus 
to the airport
and escape the world
from there
perhaps tomorrow
perhaps never
perhaps it
doesn't really matter
in the end anyway

and who can really tell when
or how
this ride will end
if there is a life
after this
perhaps it's just
a long trip
to nothing
and perhaps it
doesn't really matter
if we die or burn forever
Title: Re: poems
Post by: 03 on July 18, 2014, 04:02:50 AM
YEAH MAN!!!
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Drenk on July 18, 2014, 11:37:03 AM
Oh, I enjoyed them a lot! You have a way to find the simplest and most effective way to deep feelings. Good highway to words.
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on September 27, 2017, 02:45:31 AM
Thanks for the response! I tried to translate some new ones:



*



She comes back after a few hours, wearing a green hat with red feathers and big yellow sunglasses and it's probably her tenth change of clothes tonight and this time she seems to have lost her pants and panties along the way because you can see her cunt swirl underneath the washed out t-shirt,
I look at her- the hair is lying like thin white stripes over her sharp pale shoulders and she's looking across the room for new kicks or something new to do and I gaze over the tattoos that crawls across her legs and arms as though they could rise from her skin and leave her aging body

Where were you, my princess of chaos- where were you when the techno music vibrated like an orgasm across the city and the darkness of the night?
Where were you when the techno music made love to our ears, and the ears embraced the sound waves as if it were the answer to all our questions - oh the techno music!
The techno music that sank through our skin and entered our bodies and refused to leave until we had danced ourself clean and free from meaningless nothingness
Tell me, my princes of chaos, where were you when the music sang
 just for you?

We have locked ourselves inside of Hassan's apartment and everyone seems crazy and I'm trying to recall if they where crazy when we got her or if it happened along the way and the conversations cracks like fireworks across the tables and she jumps back and forth, and disappears for a while, and then come back again, always with new clothes and new characters she's testing and she's so puzzlingly beautiful in her rawness and her imperfect perfection - and the most amazing thing about her standing in the doorway is that she's standing in the doorway and she smiles when she says that we must destroy ourselves at every chance we get
that the bottles must be emptied and the zip bags must be emptied and that we must do everything that makes us feel alive and forever young we must live,
forever young we must die

And I wonder, my princess of chaos, where you were when I exploded in a violent burst across the sky and fell like dust over the streets and bars and empty faces of the indifferent population
Where were you when my life, which I loved so dearly - penetrated me like a spear through the vampire's chest and turned me into a prisoner inside my white painted walls and ceiling- they contained my room, they contained me, my life
Where were you when the day reached through the window blinds like tentacles from a clear blue sky, reached out to me like fat fingers across the walls
Tell me, my princess of chaos, where you've been throughout my life and you answer: "I came here as fast as I could,
now I just have to leave"


*


during the cold of december 
when semen fell from a pornographic sky
soaked in pleasure
she attacked every night
like the lions of the African savannah
and even though
she left her trophies- as chewed up meat
along the streets of the city;

I followed her
to the last stop of the night 
where I put my head into the guillotine
and asked her
what she was waiting for


*


you held him inside of you
until his cock broke into pieces
between your pink
gate of flesh

you held him inside of you
until you pushed his body parts away
like ping pong balls
in bangkok's red light districts

you held him inside of you
and felt a part of you die
when he left
your body



*


in the burnt light of the waiting room
you are all equals;

like statues of meat, arranged neatly
you wait quietly



*


underneat the famous silence of the sky
you held her close and fucked her
for the last time;

the unborn children
that ran down the insides of her thighs
was forgotten
in the southeastern corner of the park



*


for a brief moment
I saw her coat dance in the wind
more beautiful than a 60s photograph
of Jean Seberg, suddenly
she was gone
like a cigarette tossed from a passing car
bouncing off a wall at midnight
and I promised myself to never again
fall for someone
who can hold the sky- as if it were a rug
and shake down the stars
Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on September 27, 2017, 12:08:01 PM
xx
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Just Withnail on September 28, 2017, 11:25:59 AM
This sentence right here: "I came here as fast as I could, now I just have to leave"

Beautiful.

I especially like the long prosy one. All of them feel like direct windows into you.
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on September 29, 2017, 04:43:39 PM
thx! <3
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on September 29, 2017, 10:33:20 PM
sleepless on my windowsill
i smoke a cigarette and watch the clouds
as they roll by over the sky
as the cars pass on the streets below
the traffic lights is broken
and blinks from red to green
back
and forth

I wake up exhausted
it is early morning but I can't sleep
so I smoke a cigarette and watch the clouds
as they roll by over the sky
as the cars pass on the streets below
the traffic lights is fixed
and everything's in order


*


it's sunday evening
and the electronic light of the television
bounces between my walls
I have time to do anything
but nothing that I want

down on the street
life is waiting for me as a prostitute
I check my wallet
and realize it's empty

back on my couch again
where I watch the second half
of stoke against hull city


*


berlin was burning in drug paranoid confusion
when I found him on the cold ground
almost dead, almost gone;

I looked into his black eyes
as they stared back at me, and I felt
a light breeze
blow through my body
when his soul left me alone and satisfied
in the snowy Görlitzer Park


*


she has left traces of loneliness
in my apartment, ash
in my glasses

I dress myself in her clothes
the black skirt she left behind, and put
a finger up my ass


pretend I am someone else


pretend I am someone else



*


she's standing by the window
in a rare moment
of peace;

I see the light as it spills quietly
over her naked body

I see the smoke as it sings with joy 
from her black lungs

I see her, for the last time
I see her 

Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on September 29, 2017, 11:15:31 PM
thank you
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on September 30, 2017, 02:21:07 AM
I'm glad you like them! Having some fun going through some old documents. it's awarding to translate them as they become a different thing in English. Should go to sleep now though. It's morning.


*


I wake up from a dream;

there was something
about a boy maybe, a hand
soft and gently
against my forehead

hours later and i'm still in bed
trying to remember


*


in the taxi you feel
the weight of the night
fall off
like a healed scab
from your skin;

and a new day finally arrive


*


the scars swirl around her body
when she tells me
it's the most valuable thing she have;

a reminder of the things

she left behind


*


in the dim light of the bar
he orders her
another glas of Château Latour, it felt
like if the whole world stood still
when they left together
shortly thereafter







Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on September 30, 2017, 11:30:06 AM
well i'm having fun reading them so things are going well and thanks again
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on October 04, 2017, 05:23:20 PM
he holds the sun
between his thumb and index finger
and scatter it, like flakes of soot
it falls down
into the empty bodies
of the night


*


I saw a couple today
when I got onto the train in skanstull
and her lips
was kissing the tones of her harmonica
when she played
for everyone to hear

I sat down on the seat behind them
and watched as she played,
his arm
around her shoulders

he reminded me
of someone I was before
a person
with dreams and hopes;

a real human


when they got off the train in brommaplan
I watched them
as they walked away on the platform
hand in hand, smiling
and happy

and I thought they looked like
the kind of couple
people turn their heads, and watch
on the streets

like you and I
once were

Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on November 03, 2017, 09:09:26 PM
it was a warm and quiet night
her naked ass
was stuck to the sheet
she held a camel light, blowing smoke signals
that disappeared like a whisper
in the void between us

she looked absent with her eyes to the sky
I watched myself 25 years ago
in the white pearl between her thighs;
born from her cunt
I ran slowly down the porcelain legs

when I asked her what was thinking about
she smiled and said;

it's you and me, Robin
like stars in the sky
it's you and me in two thousand years


*

the sirens pours like paint
through the window blinds, colours your groin 
in red and blue
gives life to the room, gives life to our bodies
gives life to the night

I bite you in the shoulder, you tremble and turn around
you meet me with eyes, black hungry eyes;
that crave for love
that asks for the pleasure of my lips
that wants a future to believe in

the following day, when the lights were cold
we read about the shooting on the Las Vegas Strip
and 58 lives, pulled like nerve threads
from the anatomy of the earth


*


I thought I had met a reflection of my soul;
broken and unlovable
and impossible
to fix
so I took your gun in my mouth
and smiled as I pushed the trigger;

suddenly there was nothing left of me
just a painting of flesh and blood
on your wall


well, I guess can admit now
that it was a little bit unnecessary
but it was almost beautiful;

to see that you
where still able to cry
it almost made me
a happy man


Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on November 08, 2017, 01:17:02 PM
in the night now looking at the clock
she gave me for my birthday
it's black and probably expensive with a text engraved
on the back; "you're in my veins, you fuck"
apparently it was something
Kate Moss told Pete Doherty and I thought it was cute
all those years ago
i'm looking now at the clock and thinking about a women
lost forever and a game we used to play where we
imagined or future together,
the house
where we were going to live, the names
of our children
so i'm in the night now and the women I love
is lost forever
but we don't have a future together and i'm not in our house
and there's definitely no children here
just me and you, yes, you
you are still here
still pumping through my veins
you fuck
Title: Re: poems
Post by: lorenscope on January 04, 2018, 09:08:16 PM
I enjoyed reading your poems. I like the touch of profanity.
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on February 25, 2018, 07:24:55 AM
okay,

so let's start here
with
a few
words
feel them appear
in front of you

then take my fingers
chop them of
one by one

rip out my ribs
cut my arms
and legs

take a spoon
and gouge out my eyes
make me blind
make me invisible

peel off my skin
and wrap me like a fire blanket
around your burning
flesh
pulverize my bones
inject me, feel me get lost
in your anatomy
dissolve
through your arteries
once
and
for
all


rip me into hundreds
of pieces
then sew me
a new body

make me whole
make me strong

give me
a heart that won't break 
a smile
you must love

give me
arms that can carry you
new eyes
to see me with

give me fingers to make you tremble
a chest
you can rest against

and make me beautiful, please
just make me



somebody new



Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on February 25, 2018, 12:12:56 PM
xx
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 16, 2018, 12:13:53 AM
I got drunk, and I wrote this. it's 6 in the morning, and it's starting to become light outside. I love being drunk when it's starting to become light outside

C.M

C.M

I watch her curiously
as she moves over the platform
once again

she has ripped stockings,
a t-shirt
of Charles Manson's face
and mascara
that is painting spiders
across her face

she confuses me;

she is fragile and happy
she is lost somewhere
in between
CM's legal arguments
and herself

this is the second time
I meet her
and I ask her:

why do you prostitute yourself
why the heroin
with all this potential,
you go to most popular school
in the country
and are the most gorgeous woman
I have ever met

I swear,
it's true

I meet her
a third and a fourth
and a fifth time

still the same procedure
over and over:

we take the train
to Hagsätra end station
and back again

she is still happy and fragile
as she moves over the platform
and I am
still as curious
as I watch the city breathe life
through the train window:

the colors of the sky

it's beautiful up there
as if God has murdered someone
and let the body
bleed over the sky
Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on March 16, 2018, 12:31:12 AM
just 24 page minimum it, get your friend to make the cover, discover a creative talent for book formatting within you (font/spacing), and we'll publish it
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 16, 2018, 01:18:03 AM
just 24 page minimum it, get your friend to make the cover, discover a creative talent for book formatting within you (font/spacing), and we'll publish it

omg, are you serious?  I'll do it of course. it would be an honor! neon burrito <3
I'll send you a PM.
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 16, 2018, 08:04:18 PM
your body is a paradise,
a shangri-la
where nothing hurts

I feel it
I feel it tremble
when I push my fingers 
in between
your ribs

I feel the warmth of your body
kissed
around my hands
like a bathtub of butchered animals
around my skin

and I see you, yes honey
I see you

I see you smile at me
mysteriously
as if you were showing me
a secret,
when you pull down
your panties

I see the the fluids that glitter,
a hole
which hides
my escape from this world
as my tongue
search the answers
inside you

so let me get in there
as deep as I can

feel me release myself
where you are the most fragile
and let me sink
deeper and deeper
into your temple of scars
to a place no one else
than me
has been

feel me disappear
into a different reality
to the place
where my mother
created me
where it's safe and warm
a shangri-la
in the shape of bones, flesh
and tissues,
human materials tasting of comfort
(as it does)
and I guess, of strawberries
or some other sweet
of your choice

it doesn't really matter
what I want to say
is this:

you and I proved them wrong
all those people
who didn't believe us
when we told them
that we isn't
just ugly

yeah, you and I
tangled together as one
during a few seconds of freedom
a sense
of completeness
before it all is over
before we turn on the lights
and welcomed ourselves
to a reality
we do everything in our power
to escape

Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on March 17, 2018, 01:00:16 AM
keep going
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 26, 2018, 05:09:33 AM
just tonight
human-like bodies are making
silent promises,
the soft hand of the strobe light
squeezes the girls lost
just tonight

you stroke the jukebox
you kiss the cigarette machine
you pray for the night
to fell out its wheels

just tonight, you escaped here
soon you'll crave
exactly somewhere else
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 26, 2018, 06:52:45 AM
you weave a poem of her body
you build a temple of words around her
the details
you are trying to remember the details

soon you realize
she's not the only one gone:

you miss yourself
today you miss yourself
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 26, 2018, 08:04:09 AM
every morning
I take my camera, photograph
the traces of your body
you left to me
in my sheets

every time you leave
I drink my coffee, smoke my cigarettes
on the balcony
and look at the pictures

some mornings
I smile as I watch them
and listens to a breathtaking version

of I Only Have Eyes for You
Title: Re: poems
Post by: Robyn on March 26, 2018, 08:25:55 AM
forget me
i'm just a boy
who burned himself
trying to reach the sun
that don't want you
to carry that first aid kit
in vain
Title: Re: poems
Post by: jenkins on March 26, 2018, 02:55:13 PM
xx