This isn´t something I would call a hobby. It isn´t something I do on my spare time
and it isn´t what I do to kill the hours of the rainy afternoon.
Maybe it´s a way of explaining my feelings to myself, to translate them into words
in order to understand the parts of me that are hard to grip.
Whatever the reason may be, I´ve been writing regularly for about a year now, so
I guess that makes me kind of young as a poet.
When thinking about it, regularly isn´t the word, as the inspiration seems to turn
up in periods now and then.
Of course, motivation never shows up when "asked for", so if I sit down and try to
write something just like that, I more than often find myself discarding it
afterwards. Now, there are means of activating the inspiration, like watching the
setting sun a warm summer evening, taking walks in the forest, or maybe just laying
in bed thinking. The best thing for motivation however, seems to be a depression.
It´s unfortunate, but nothing fuels my creativity as much as the depths of sadness.
As if feeling like the world was on my shoulders should make it easier to
understand my emotions.
I guess a depression, although difficult to bear with, keeps the mind as well as
the emotions very active in comparison to the gloomy grey
melancholy-state-of-mind from everyday life.
And thus - the inspiration comes to life.

Now, I would be happy to share some of my poet-tries with you, and maybe even
happier if you would care to comment them at noodlez@ididitmyway.com.

Insomnia 97-02-16 Stagnant 97-07-22 Moon 98-03-27 Fear 98-08-23


The Racist 97-02-23 When She... 96-11-26 Teddy 98-05-05 Breaking 98-09-20

Soul Music 97-07-27 Contentment 97-10-14 Stars 98-04-29 Of Birds and Men 98-09-06


Drifting Prayer 97-07-25 Fragile 98-01-28 Final Gesture 98-05-08 Miss 98-10-18


Mirage 98-01-23 Most like a Tiger 98-03-16 Stampede 98-06-09

Gift 98-03-20 Dual 98-02-18 Untitled 98-07-28 Dark 98-06-20

This is a short-story that I recently wrote. I would be honoured if you´d care to read it.
In Swedish only, unfortunately.

Probably the most common question asked on IRC; are you male or female? Ok ok, so
maybe it isn´t for real...but it is fun. :)

I would also like to take the opportunity to honour some magnificent poems by some of
the Grand Masters...

The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe. It´s very well known and kind of a classic, but still a
masterpiece.

The Sounds of Silence, by Paul Simon. I know, I know, this is a song and not a poem, but
the text is very good. To be honest, I´ve never heard the song, only read it.

Friends Without Faces, is a very special poem. Striking and beautiful, it describes our
lives on the IRC. I got it from a friend, so I guess an "amateur" must have written it.
Wish I knew who it was.

And finally, the greatest poem I´ve ever read. Please, take your time and read this one
thoroughly. I promise you it will be well worth it.

If, by Rudyard Kipling.

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