recluse
one of those days mind unravelling taste of prison bars on tongue the inner prison the life sentence rust, gold, metal, whatever, wherever who, where, how, why, when, what left, stayed, got stuck stuck in a field without a horizon…
Writings 2007-2025
Writings 2007-2025
Markus Nylund
autumn
clock is ticking. piano is being played downstairs. a waltz. sister is practicing. chopping of vegetables in kitchen. faucets turned on mother is cooking. sun is shining, trying to break in through the windows. autumn is the season when i…
september 28, 2010. 4:58pm
well i’m getting into one of my creative moods again. usually this brings lots of new material but it usually also means that i look at the world, and don’t like what i see. so i try to change what…
journal
My goal: to free music from the clutches of commercialism, genre & structure. It is time to return music to its place as a pure art-form. There’s a fine line between entertainment and art. I am not saying I am…
cave
like burning snow stuck under the skin it shivers through me into the sea within i grasp and splash this moment’s rash i run away into a night that is trapped and wounded forgiving, forgotten, fortaking for no one, for…
journal entry
this internet shit is impossible for me. for the past 2 days I have been trying to get all my online accounts set up. You know, Facebook, myspace, etc. I’ve been here before. I don’t know what it is. I…
Scrapyard
My life has become a scrapyard. Junk lies scattered everywhere on land that has almost become infertile. The junk used to be precious antiques, cutting edge technology, and building blocks of greatness. The now wasted land used to be a…
blogetry
Well, I’m glad you found me. Whoever you are. I wanted to create my own website. Like my music, my writing, and everything else I do, I like to do things my own way and I like to be apart…
moneyburner
It’s all about money. Money this, money that. You can’t do it if you don’t have money. We were raised on money. Some of us become rich. We all die broke and lonely. It’s not who you know. It’s not…
sinner
i wanna be a criminal i wanna be a bad cop i wanna be a porn star i wanna be an ex-con i wanna murder someone i love i wanna get in bed with the enemy i wanna vanish for…