Tag Archive | happiness

New Year’s Kiss


Love bursts like fireworks,
heartbeats join in unison,
souls entwine on lovers’ lips.

It crackles and burns,
lighting the flame of hope,
embracing our hearts,
in our new year’s kiss.


Photograph (New Years Eve ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.


Just once

Even a mere whisper from you keeps me awake,

illuminates my darkness like a candle in the moonlight.

But the thought of your name alone,

puts me isolated into ignorance.

Is it really love or just an imaginary scream

for warmth and the halo of your perfect smile?


The desire for your lips makes me tremble,

the wish for your love curses me.

A dance under the clear nightsky,

hand in hand and heart in heart.

Your breath freezes my movement, your tenderness destroys me.

But still I am so certain,

that this is not love.



Photograph (Summer ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.

Fragile Grace


I want to watch the night turn light blue
but only together with you.
I’d like to see the stars shine bright
but only if you hold me tight.

I painted the clouds a bright pink,
while doing so I did not think.
It seemed natural and supposed to be,
like the love between you and me.

I watched the rainbow turn from violet to red,
thinking how few tears I had shed.
Since I felt your warm embrace,
I know I had found love’s grace.

Photograph (Summer ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.

The photograph was taken in Falkenberg, Sweden.

Heroic lovers

Note: This poem is related to a scene in my book. The picture matched the scene perfectly, and the light gave such a final touch to it, I had to use this as inspiration.


You may say she’s the one

to save the world, give them peace,

though her hope might be gone,

as she chases her heart’s thief.


When her arrow hits the guard

and he falls tumbling down,

they’ve played the first card

in the game against the crown.


His will might be torn

his mood sunk and dark,

but to himself he has sworn,

to leave this war with his mark.


When the sword does not miss,

what is closest is his own death.

His last will was to give her one kiss

and does so with his last breath.


Intertwined as lovers, heroic as knights,

they end the last of bloody nights.


Photograph (Summer ’11 in Lumsås, Denmark) & Writing (October ’12) by Lisa Marina.

Lift me up

Lift me up,
so I can taste the clouds up there.
Do you hear my heartbeat,
swinging with the beat of the music?

Sometime you have to let me down,
push me down to reality…
Bring me down to the floor,
love the ground, feel the emotion.

Raise my legs high up in the air,
fold my arms tight around me.
Tell me what do you feel,
when I say I need you now?

Tell me which way to choose,
lift me up or push me down,
movement on the cold pavement,
or in the warm skies.

Pointed toes, stretched out legs.
Smooth motions,
like soft waves crushing on your skin.

A shiver…

Five, six, seven, eight,
I’m making the run for it,
will you lift me up?

Photograph and Writing by Lisa Marina.