Escapism

“Escapism is mental diversion by means of entertainment or recreation, as an ”escape” from the perceived unpleasant aspects of daily stress. It can also be used as a term to define the actions people take to try to help relieve feelings of depression or general sadness” – Wikipedia

”Maybe I had a shell to, not block everybody else out, but to block myself out?
A created carbon-doll with devilhorns and flaming eyes.
And I spat. And I hissed. And I died.
Until you, with your healing white hands softly calmed my upset mind.
And I’m no longer a misunderstood outsider or an angel-mess up.” – Me

Please read my ”About” page for more information about this blog, how the poems here are divided into the categories, and of who I am.

ALL POEMS ARE COPYRIGHT ME, LINDA HOLMGREN

Äventyr I Eden – swedish, personal poem about questioning my sexuality..

Inspärrad vill ut
ut ur hålan
in i regnbågen
smaka ny frukt
kanske det röda äpplet
från lustgården

Jag är i lustgården
inspärrad
inlindad i Ormen
jag vill ju både ha
Eva och Adam

Inspärrad vill ut
ut och in i något nytt
något annat
ut och in, in och ut

Krama mig inte så hårt, Ormen
jag vill ju bara smaka…

Words – i’ve always felt more connected to the english/american language than swedish..

I’m quite unique
for I don’t speak
I let written words
making me heard
Swedish over and out

When I Save The Day – we all wanna be superheroes sometimes, right?

When I save the day
I fly
I fight
I laugh

My powers are undeniable

I save you from the burning house
I climb inside when you can’t get out
I save the day

When I save the day
I’m fast
I’m great
I’m nice

My personality can’t be duplicated

I save your life
I save your day
And people around me are in awe

When I save the day
I usually lay still in bed
making up these stories inside my head

Weak At My Knees – written to a boy in the past..

Your tired and calm voice
dripping into my ear,
trickling with relaxation
until it lands in the pool
of my memory
and stays there for weeks

Your sharp black pupil
surrounded by light green,
triggers a temptation
to break my normal rules
of my everyday
and knock me weak at my knees

Wait Til Land – fantasy, originally a song made by me in 2006

You heal me
by calling for rain
precious raindrops wet my skin

You feel me
as I am in pain
you’re rooted deep within

So hold my hand
and wait til land
comes near
I’m scared of the waves
that rocks this boat I’m in

I’m falling
out of the edges
Then I get your hand to hold

my feelings
are becoming legends
since your truth slowly unfolds

So hold my hand
and wait til land
comes near
I’m scared of the waves
that rocks this boat I’m in
hold my hand
and wait til land
comes near
I’m scared of the waves
that rocks this boat I’m in

The Sirens were calling
the sea was still roaring
and I caved in
But when you pointed north
the light shone from next port
and I sailed in
to land..

Until We Dare To Dream – my most hopeful poem, originally a song made by me in 2005

So a great chapter of my life
is on its last line
and the next blank page
shines through
But everybody I’ve met
stays put in the index
and when I miss it all
I’ll read it through

Everybody should write their story
Everybody should take their chance
You’ll never know if it’s Hell or Glory
Until you are there…
I wrote my chapter number one
my adventures’ just begun

So I found wind under my wings
and started soaring
but wasn’t easy, no
I got turbulense
but after hard crashes
I healed my bruises
and after this coming rest
I’ll fly again

Everybody should test their wings
Everybody should take their chance
You never know what the sky brings
Until you reach it…
I finished journey number one
My adventures’ just begun

I went to Hell and back
several times
I lost my track
no angels in disguise
I laughed and cried
and all that jazz
but sometimes I
just shook my ass

But that adventure’s over
for this time
I will really miss it
I’ll do
Everything Ive been through
stays put in my memory
and eventhough I’m just home
I’ll start a new

Everybody should lift anchor
Everybody should sail away
You never know what the horizon shows
Until you get there
Everybody should write their story
Everybody should take a chance
We never know if it’s Hell or Glory
Until we dare
Until we dare…to dream

Unpolished – thoughtful fantasy poem..

Will you lead my feet
over the bed of Crystals
and advise me when I can’t choose?
Would you help me to defeat
the barrier of Amethyst
that keeps me separated from the rest of jewels?

Cause I didnt get born inside a stone
An oyster never kept me in
Intergalactic heritage for me unknown
I’m not an Emerald Twin

If I for you got revealed
behind curtains of Diamonds
would you accept I’m unpolished?
And when Onyx cut me deep
cause he would teatch me love
would you ever feel I’d be nervous?

For I wasnt discovered in a cave
Time never gave me glow
I’m different in many ways
unlike all other gem-stones

When Opal-eyes inspects me
through their kaleidoscope
would only you see my bright side?
When their carat overwins me
and they for me lost hope
Would your heart for me still be of Sapphire?

But you never got born inside a stone
and the oyster never kept me in
Intergalactic heritage for us unknown
Are you my Emerald Twin?
And we don’t have to listen
to their pearlized laugh
Cause eventhough unpolished
our shine is always there

The Modern Acceptance – here I lash out on society again..

Let’s all accept!
We do accept differences
we know that we’re ”normal” of course
but we accept you ”others”
You others
Not among us
But we will show you
That we accept you
Look! We made this house
just for you and your kind
Let’s put all of you in there,
no one left behind!
We made these big,
pink plastic boxes
Just for you
Just for you
Look how we embrace you
accept you, we do!
You get your own little space
don’t mind the invisible fence
cause now we who are ”normal”
look so damn good in papers!
As we all yell out that We accept,
in a perfect, false unison

The Beginning – random personal poem..

How many hours passed
between all these letters
and two languages
infront of my eyes?
Between my horny longing,
that horny feeling of someones
words penetrating my motivation
and I grabbed the pen?

How many letters from A-Z
was registered in me
until I realized I write caved in?
Eventhough the paper is new
and the lines are still straight,
there for me to jot down
something…messed up?
Depressing? Sad? On…
As the only feeling I feel
comfortable in writing.

How big was the thought
I just had that I forgot?
About seeing from the outside
and not only from the inside?
Did it vanish as I exploded
in my mind,
as the orgasm suffocated my gateway
between fiction and reality?
And now I lay panting
in my couch

I’d count backwards
if I’d just remember
where to stop at the beginning

Sweet And Tender – random poem about me..

What are you writing for
do you have enough words
feelings
emotions
they don’t need to hide behind symbols

Sweet, tender pain
lingering on forever inside
always there
just waiting to erupt

What are you screaming for
do you have enough air
protest
rebellious
you don’t need to hide behind a voice

Sweet, tender oblivion
lingering on in eternal darkness
always there
just waiting to disrupt