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		<title>The Way You Talk To Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 19:26:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2009]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t understand why you do it,
the way you talk to me;
maybe that&#8217;s just the way you are.
It hurts me;
it cuts deeply into my heart
with this warm, sharp and hollow feeling.
It brings me tears and the thoughts
seem to wander further and further away
in no mans land.
I don&#8217;t know what to tell you,
I&#8217;m completely speechless.
And maybe [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t understand why you do it,<br />
the way you talk to me;<br />
maybe that&#8217;s just the way you are.</p>
<p>It hurts me;<br />
it cuts deeply into my heart<br />
with this warm, sharp and hollow feeling.<br />
It brings me tears and the thoughts<br />
seem to wander further and further away<br />
in no mans land.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what to tell you,<br />
I&#8217;m completely speechless.<br />
And maybe in some way<br />
I have missed it all<br />
missed something I never had.</p>
<p>I know it&#8217;s strange<br />
because you give me this look<br />
like you&#8217;re in love with me.<br />
But I know that can&#8217;t true,<br />
not someone like you.</p>
<p>I just can&#8217;t take it anymore<br />
these compliments you give to me.<br />
Please stop,<br />
I don&#8217;t want to cry.</p>
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		<title>Twenty Four</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[existence]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, it&#8217;s one week
and I&#8217;m twenty four.
I have this thought in my head
I don&#8217;t know if it&#8217;s suppose to
but it&#8217;s itching my headquarters.
I&#8217;m not quite sure what to feel
this emotion, freezing cold;
I am a hot child.
Will this day bring anything positive
or am I a negative child
in these days of destruction.
I can&#8217;t even answer my own [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday, it&#8217;s one week<br />
and I&#8217;m twenty four.</p>
<p>I have this thought in my head<br />
I don&#8217;t know if it&#8217;s suppose to<br />
but it&#8217;s itching my headquarters.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not quite sure what to feel<br />
this emotion, freezing cold;<br />
I am a hot child.</p>
<p>Will this day bring anything positive<br />
or am I a negative child<br />
in these days of destruction.</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t even answer my own question<br />
so that&#8217;s why I ask myself this again.</p>
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		<title>This Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sadness]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Looking for you, seeking you,
it&#8217;s living near this terrible fear.
Hoping you one day understand
hoping you will see me again
like you used to.
Hoping I&#8217;ll never get pass this
because I want to die in your arms.
I want to feel this,
I don&#8217;t want to vanish
without you on my mind.
I may never forgive you for what you did
I may [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Looking for you, seeking you,<br />
it&#8217;s living near this terrible fear.</p>
<p>Hoping you one day understand<br />
hoping you will see me again<br />
like you used to.</p>
<p>Hoping I&#8217;ll never get pass this<br />
because I want to die in your arms.</p>
<p>I want to feel this,<br />
I don&#8217;t want to vanish<br />
without you on my mind.</p>
<p>I may never forgive you for what you did<br />
I may never understand the reasons why<br />
but the only thing that seems true<br />
is my love for you.</p>
<p>I cannot tell you goodbye<br />
because you&#8217;re already gone.<br />
I cannot say I love you<br />
because you would only ignore me.</p>
<p>I write this little note to you my love<br />
because I will not regret one minute we had<br />
and I will not stand here anymore<br />
watching you twist my world around.</p>
<p>I know my chances are lost<br />
so I shouldn&#8217;t be lying to myself again<br />
thinking you&#8217;d ever look my way again.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s sad, it&#8217;s so sad<br />
this love is watering my cheeks<br />
this disaster, this love.</p>
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		<title>I’m A Vacuum Cleaner</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:34:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[humour]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m a vacuum cleaner
I suck, I suck hard
but I cannot get rid of the filth.
When I listen to the complaints
I make dirty noises
but why should I care?
I&#8217;m only a vacuum cleaner.
I crawl around the floor all day
for I got this big long thing in my hand
that does all the dirty work.
When I&#8217;m all done
I can [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m a vacuum cleaner<br />
I suck, I suck hard<br />
but I cannot get rid of the filth.</p>
<p>When I listen to the complaints<br />
I make dirty noises<br />
but why should I care?<br />
I&#8217;m only a vacuum cleaner.</p>
<p>I crawl around the floor all day<br />
for I got this big long thing in my hand<br />
that does all the dirty work.</p>
<p>When I&#8217;m all done<br />
I can see the smiling faces<br />
saying good job, well done!</p>
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		<title>In My Dreams We Love</title>
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		<comments>http://blackbookpoetry.com/book/english/in-my-dreams-we-love/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[If I could take your hand and squeeze it,
rub your nails over my skin
and kiss your heart hello!
If I had the power to walk by your side
and to see you grow up
when life takes another turn.
If I had the words
that I&#8217;ve always wished I had
to reach for your soul and
speak with you for a bit.
And [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If I could take your hand and squeeze it,<br />
rub your nails over my skin<br />
and kiss your heart hello!</p>
<p>If I had the power to walk by your side<br />
and to see you grow up<br />
when life takes another turn.</p>
<p>If I had the words<br />
that I&#8217;ve always wished I had<br />
to reach for your soul and<br />
speak with you for a bit.</p>
<p>And then I&#8217;d take this train<br />
travel my way, all the way<br />
to the other side of this land.</p>
<p>If I could see you now<br />
I&#8217;d look into your eyes.<br />
Touch your cheek with my hand<br />
and see you smiling at me.</p>
<p>Then I would wish no other<br />
than a life-time with such a beautiful<br />
and such peaceful human being.</p>
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		<title>Ett Namn</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blackbookpoetry/~3/rdy2x31gwpk/</link>
		<comments>http://blackbookpoetry.com/book/swedish/ett-namn/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:07:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Swedish]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Igår skrev jag ditt namn,
idag skrev jag mitt och
imorgon skriver jag vårt.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Igår skrev jag ditt namn,<br />
idag skrev jag mitt och<br />
imorgon skriver jag vårt.</p>
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		<title>Ordets Talan</title>
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		<comments>http://blackbookpoetry.com/book/swedish/ordets-talan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:02:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2004]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Swedish]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sadness]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blackbookpoetry.com/?p=127</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Jag lyssnar på orden
de har fallit från din mun
du, pappret och jag.
Jag tittade på TV
det är några timmar sen.
jag kände mig ensam
och allt var tyst när TV:n stod på
och när jag grät av tomhet.
Det kanske inte betyder någonting
men det gjorde ont inuti mig
när jag kände tårarna på min kind.
Allting känns annorlunda nu
men det kan vara [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jag lyssnar på orden<br />
de har fallit från din mun<br />
du, pappret och jag.</p>
<p>Jag tittade på TV<br />
det är några timmar sen.<br />
jag kände mig ensam<br />
och allt var tyst när TV:n stod på<br />
och när jag grät av tomhet.</p>
<p>Det kanske inte betyder någonting<br />
men det gjorde ont inuti mig<br />
när jag kände tårarna på min kind.</p>
<p>Allting känns annorlunda nu<br />
men det kan vara en förvriden verklighet.</p>
<p>Vid den här tiden på året för 365 dagar sen<br />
hade jag familj, barn och någon vid min sida<br />
som jag älskade.</p>
<p>Det känns konstigt att andas untan dem.<br />
Jag saknar det där, ja livet.</p>
<p>Tystnaden hör inte mig,<br />
det ekar i väggarna av onda sår.<br />
Jag undrar när jag sitter här<br />
och lyssnar på orden.</p>
<p>Jag undrar bara varför.</p>
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		<title>My Sunday</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blackbookpoetry/~3/rEE1DkN8z2I/</link>
		<comments>http://blackbookpoetry.com/book/english/my-sunday/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 13:38:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[event]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[writing with friends]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://blackbookpoetry.com/?p=124</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My most favourite thing in the world is
sleeping in on sunday morning,
waking up and feeling all horny.
Sugar on my cornflakes
the smell of hot butter on toast,
these are some of the things I love most.
Ice cream on a hot day
sunshine in the month of may,
skating on the boardwalk today.
I found a lucky penny
picking it up I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My most favourite thing in the world is<br />
sleeping in on sunday morning,<br />
waking up and feeling all horny.<br />
Sugar on my cornflakes<br />
the smell of hot butter on toast,<br />
these are some of the things I love most.</p>
<p>Ice cream on a hot day<br />
sunshine in the month of may,<br />
skating on the boardwalk today.<br />
I found a lucky penny<br />
picking it up I smiled at the many.</p>
<p>Walking the dog at the river,<br />
laying in the cool grass I shiver.<br />
Gazing up at the clouds in the sky<br />
wishing I was a bird that could fly.</p>
<p>Biking about I wave at the neighbours<br />
mowing lawns as a favour.<br />
Having dinner with friends at night<br />
laughing about all those silly fights.</p>
<p>Stepping into a hot shower<br />
soaping up and smelling like a flower.<br />
Climbing in between fresh sheets<br />
feeling soft breath on my cheek.<br />
Bright moonlight shining through the curtain<br />
peaceful dreams that&#8217;s for certain.</p>
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		<title>The Words Of A Sword</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 14:23:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2007]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I hear these words,
words of a sword.
They have no mercy for blood.
It cuts deep into my flesh,
I feel poisoned, I feel weak.
Everything is spinning,
everything is in blur.
I fall down;
they to break through
my thick skin
these tears of mine.
I feel them underneath
screaming at me
Let me go! Let me go!
As I lay there in my own blood
I can [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hear these words,<br />
words of a sword.<br />
They have no mercy for blood.</p>
<p>It cuts deep into my flesh,<br />
I feel poisoned, I feel weak.</p>
<p>Everything is spinning,<br />
everything is in blur.</p>
<p>I fall down;<br />
they to break through<br />
my thick skin<br />
these tears of mine.</p>
<p>I feel them underneath<br />
screaming at me<br />
Let me go! Let me go!</p>
<p>As I lay there in my own blood<br />
I can see them standing infront of me.<br />
Looking down at me, laughing.</p>
<p>They have silenced me,<br />
I&#8217;m becoming numb.</p>
<p>I try to rise knowing that<br />
they can cut me down any moment,<br />
finishing me off.</p>
<p>I step back, looking into their eyes<br />
and turns around, limping.<br />
I begin to walk away.</p>
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		<title>The Words</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blackbookpoetry/~3/5WqJLQ1uvdI/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 13:10:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tobias Lidström</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2008]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[English]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I want to hear the words,
I want to hear you say it
in your own words.
I need to hear you say it,
I need to see your lips move.
I need to see it in your eyes
as you tell me.
I need to feel you
as you hold me in your arms,
as you tell me the words.
I need to feel [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I want to hear the words,<br />
I want to hear you say it<br />
in your own words.</p>
<p>I need to hear you say it,<br />
I need to see your lips move.<br />
I need to see it in your eyes<br />
as you tell me.</p>
<p>I need to feel you<br />
as you hold me in your arms,<br />
as you tell me the words.</p>
<p>I need to feel you<br />
inside of me,<br />
spreading inside of me.</p>
<p>I want you to say it, right now.<br />
Say the words, say it now.</p>
<p>I need it to survive,<br />
I need it to breath.<br />
Save me, save me now.<br />
Save me please.</p>
<p>Say it, say it please.</p>
<p>I love you.</p>
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