Martin Holm Sjölin
Biography of Martin Holm Sjölin
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Martin Holm Sjölin Poems
My soul is for sell, but who would want to buy it? My soul is for sell, but nobody will pay for it. My soul is for sell, but the devil turned me down. My soul is for sell, and the fallen one is laughing.
Fever is a bad omen, it has to be. If I have a fever when I see her Maybe there's something wrong. Or maybe it's not a fever,
We don't want to belong If this world is about selling and buying. Then we will revolt and get ourself a new world. Were economy is something that doesn't destroy human life.
I wanted her to cry a little over me. But she just stood there, screaming her lungs out. I wanted her to say a lie to me. A lie that would have made it better.
Death. Now that I finally have encountered it. I can't really say what I think about it. But if death is the goal,
As time passes by, A gentlemen walks nearby To see all the sorrow, The hate, the suffering and the agony, that exists in this world.
There she was, under the starlight, moonlit night. Those eyes, shining like the moon. Those eyes, sparkling like the stars. Her hair, which seemed to match her beautiful eyes perfectly
I wake up and I see a tunnel. The light is coming nearer Then I hear the voice, it's a high pitch voice, must be female. Soon I hear it like a scream.
What is going on in our world, when you can get to heaven by blowing yourself up. What is going on with our world, when you can kill and get away with it because you got money. What has happened to our world, when you can start a war because of oil. Why can't the world be like it was when you where a child? Why can't everything be good, and why can't there be no worries?
The Wrong Time
Can you call this feeling love? I'm not so sure. But I would like it to be love. Because I know I've hurt you and your feelings.
They say that time marches on. But my life, it won't go on. They try to tell me A and B They tell me how my life should be.
I don't believe in fame, I want to believe in music. I don't believe in money, I want to believe in the power of love. But how is that possible in this age?
The world is silent and I stand here. On the edge of darkness I stand. And I look to the endless space. And I see a shooting star.
I'm sitting here and I begin to think. Why is life so goddamn complicated? I cannot understand why. And when I think about it some more.
It feels like I'm going insane.
Yesterday the sky was blue and clear.
But today it's full of clouds and rain.
Today i feel like I've lost something.
Something i didn't want to lose.
Yesterday i thought that all my problems could be solved.
But i guess that love and friendship is two things in constant movement.