-21C today, the sun shining, it feels a bit chilly.

My computer tells me it's the fourth of Zero, but it seems to me it's going wrong by just about five hours, thought I'd say Happy New Year when the new year is here and happy, but I won't be here to say so in five hours, I'll be out throwing fire and celebrating the dawn of the great new almighty ten! Lots of expectations, goals and hopes for the coming day, and the 365 that will follow. For one thing they've promised another week of real winter, IOW at least -10C, which is a real delicatessy here in southern Sweden. Usually it just snows and melts and everything turns into a big muddy mess in time for spring. How about you? How are things looking on your side of this square planet? Anyhow, Happy New Year!

Hoo

And a Happy New Year! Just a few days in advance. ;P
Santana na na na na.

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UPD: That gray color was the background color on the old layout. JICYW..

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They climb above us
They creep below us
They sweep us of our feet
The deprive us of our sleep

They walk by our side
Keep us awake at night
Let us see light at day
They snatch the nightmares

Away from our souls, and onto paper
And they will return, maybe, later

And then it all ends
And then it all goes
Away Away Away
From Me

Poetry by Me

I took a trip through the dunes of grey
That swayed in tune to the moves I made
Some call them quicksand, others untold
But I just call them jellogold

The rolls felt funny under my bare feet
And yet they burned more than melting streets
The sands were small but the grains were sharp
The burning sand cut into my heart

They cut me hard and cut me deep
They made me cry they made me weep
They shook my whole and took from me
All that I thought I had inside

Then they sang a suddle lullaby
And calmed me down and praised my pride
And healed my wounds, but then, to my dismay!
Came another descending day

And I was left there, stranded, without hope or shade
Swallowed by the light I myself made
Forever

Poetry by Me

I don't really know
I don't really care
I've hidden deep in darkness
Who knows how many years

I don't know where I am
I'm forgotten all fear
I don't give a damn
I'm not scared.

I hide in this cave
Of the lost and unbrave
And wait for a white knight
To come and save .

Me.
All I can do is flee.
And flee

There is no end!
To the black! I see

The darkness
The trouble
There is no
Escape!

I hear voices calling
Jake! Jake!

And I hear creatures crawling
I hear creatures close
I hear creatures sniffing
I smell with my nose.

I fumble with my toes
Scram with my scribble
Just a voiceless noice
A riddle.

Poetry by Me

Blow wind blow
It's only two steps ahead
The cottage I seek
To escape this white dread

The swirling the whirling
The whiffs of sacred bear
The boundires I cross
For the life I hold dear

I can't lift my feet
In fear of being blown
Into the distant valley
And by snow overgrown

I cannot move an inch
My body is frail and tense
I struggle with every muscle
Just to stay in sense

The snowstorm endlessly rages
Sometimes for nights and days
In the middle of this blizzard
A stubborn being stiffly sways

Sways between cottage and cliffs
Sways between life and death
Gathers all remaining power
Everything there is left

Sleeping with one eye open
Standing without rest
Could the storm please end soon?
That would be for the best.

Poetry by Me