lördag 19 december 2009

Finding calmness within......

I stare into the wall, trying to forget it all.
Look at the floor, please no more.
A dot in the sky, oh just let me fly.
I squeeze my thumbs, nail my arms.
Jaws shut thight, yes again one more night.
Eyes all red I wish I was dead.

söndag 13 december 2009

lucia med vera




Movment of the nature


Avalanches
Eartquakes
Erodation
Floodings
Tornados
Tsunamis
Butterflywings

lördag 12 december 2009

ice cold beauty


you gaze out and see the beauty naked and raw
her beauty so clear it´s transperent
seductivly she whispers into your eye
come touch me with your soft fingertips

you leave your room, go out the door
beauty is hard and cold
she enters your bones
paralizing you in her icy grip

while birds sit like notes on electrical wires
looking with eyes black
chirping witout a sound

fredag 11 december 2009

http://www.fogal.com/

Levis

agent provocateur



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winter


naked nature and clear light
fancy fog clouds move in the sky
darkness always there to take the you in

air so moist it´s hard to breath
streets slippery tip toe tip toe
faces all the same eyes almost closed

skin hidden in thick layers
nothing to see
forgetting every year this is how it will always be

lördag 5 december 2009

Sexiness.


Sex is not the skirt, the dress, the heels and not the ass, the hair,
the breasts or the lips.

It´s the movment, the pauses, the dance of giving and reciving.
And it comes from within, beyond what we see on the outside.
It is an endless limitless journey.

My beanie hat that keeps my head togheter..

fredag 27 november 2009

Beauty


He said: Your beautiful.
I said: No I am not.
I don´t look at myself that way.

What you see as beauty is ugly, rotten and bad.
I have nothing you want, I have nothing to give you.

I said : Please leave me alone and then I moved on.

Don`t underestimate.

Fragments of heaven is still heaven.
Broken hearts are still beating.
A shattered mind is still thinking.
You take half a breath, your still breathing.
One word said can mean a million.
My life is also your life.
Respect it all.

onsdag 18 november 2009

Peas in a pod


I have a pod.

It´s green and moist.
In it I have two peas, just like me....
I am a girl, the lady, bitch, goddess and sometimes even god.
They are boys, the men, bastards, the mighty gods and sometimes girls.

We are trouble, poison, black deep holes.
If you fall god help you, for we can´t.
Hell we can´t even help ourselfs.

But it brings me comfort to know that we three are alike.
I love my little peas, they make my feel, and that is good.

fredag 13 november 2009

The policy of life

Did you know when all comes to nothing.
Roaches survive and rats outlive humans.

In the middle I am.
Who am I.
To have been given a voice.
Who am I to say what is.

Am I the roach who will survive all this.
I hope not.

söndag 8 november 2009

http://pamelalovenyc.com/#

http://chinawoman.ca/Chinawoman,_Party_Girl/Chinawoman,_Party_Girl.html

It doesn't matter
What you create
If you have no fun

Pretty girl
Put down your pen
Come over here
I'll show you how its done

I can dance, I can drink
In the dark
It's all a trick

Across the room, across the street
I'm in the moment
Can't you see

I'm a party girl
Do a twirl
See my eyes, throw a glance
Can't you see I'm a natural

Life of a party girl, funny girl
Make you laugh, want me bad
Now I feel so much better

In the back
Of a car
I just met them tonight and I feel like such a star

What's your name
What's your art
Nobody knows
About my broken heart

Yes I'm a party girl
Crazy girl
See my lips, how they move
Can't you see I'm a natural

Life of a party girl
Sexy girl
I used to be so fragile
But now I'm so wild

What did you do last night?
Oh, I was out so late, now I'm so tired

What did you do last night?
Oh, I was out so late, now I'm so tired

I'm a party girl
Do a twirl
See my eyes, throw a glance
Can't you see I'm a natural

Life of a party girl, funny girl
Make you laugh want me bad
Now I feel so much better

I used to cry
But now I don't have the time
I used to be so fragile
But now I'm so wild

I used to cry
But now I don't have the time
I used to be so fragile but now I'm so wild
So wild

fredag 6 november 2009

trust

no truth exist
mine yours
whatever forenever

like a sweet pillowfight
softly mending
neverending

yes smile I do today
but sorrow rules
yes it rules...

transparent

hardly so hard and cold
but not nearly as so softly soft

be in me for a day
try half a night
you will flee in fright

it´s all to easy
tease me oh please, please me
come realse me

The lonely twosome.

I speak the language of cirkels.
My lips form an O.
My mind shift in forms like clouds move in the sky.
Emotions dived themselfs, like small waves on the ocean.
Barely visual for the untrained eye, subtle but strong beyond belief.
I remember things but forget so easy.
What is one moment is not the next.
I live but with no real respect for life.
Death allures me more, for peace of mind is the song of my heart.

You speak the language of the squares.
Mouth move in a stream of words.
Your mind is clear like ice and sometimes just as hard.
Your emotions are all the same, rested on firm belife.
One truth you have and you never forget.
Shift you do but never for me.
Life is your all because when you die your dead with no more to come.

Togehter we´re lonesome.
Apart it´s all the same.
It could be perfect but also a game.
We choose...

torsdag 5 november 2009

Quote of the day.


I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood."
Clarice Lispector

tisdag 3 november 2009

mmmm

It would be impossible to hate you,
no matter how hard I'd try
your touch is like a drug that gets me high
Your love clouds my head and intoxicates me
You're helping me become the person I always wanted to be
Everything about you drives me crazy
You make my thoughts confusing and hazy
The littlest thing you do can bring a smile to my face,
Just one kiss from you, and my pain is erased
I wish I didn't love you as much as I do,
Why can't I just not have any feelings for you?
These emotions are way too intense,
and none of this makes that much sense...
Because I always tried not to let myself get attached to anyone at all,
you messed up my plans and made me fall.

torsdag 29 oktober 2009

x-mas every f...... day

wasted life
but so blessed
to have all that you´ve got

but not
or?
what is your´s to have
what is your´s to take
awake!

take it
win it
race race

loose some
win some more
come come

play
have fun
load your gun

måndag 19 oktober 2009

Memory memory memory memory
Time time time time time time
Love love love love love love
Hate hate hate hate hate hate
Games games games games
Shames shames shames shames
Memory memory memory memory

Timeandsomemore, 3 years ago in Eastvillage.













fredag 16 oktober 2009

The girl who cried love


A littel girl, who played with a flock of men in a bar in a village, said over and over, I love you, I love you... and when the men loved her back, she laughed at them for their pains.
A lover however, did truly come at last. The little girl, now really in love, shouted and beggend: "Pray, do come and love me; please please please"; but the lover paid no attention to her cries, nor gave any love. He how ever, having no trust or intrest in her. For his own pleasure used her and left her to cry.
There is no believing a liar, even when she speaks the truth.

måndag 12 oktober 2009

anais nin / quotes

"I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing."

"If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it."

"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me nave or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman."

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."

"There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person."

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."

tisdag 6 oktober 2009

when the body speaks


To the souls desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned

What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow

Im just an angel
Driving blindly
Through this world

Im just a slave here
At the mercy
Of a girl

Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much

To the souls desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned

What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow

You keep me waiting
For the promise
That is mine

Please stop debating
Please stop wasting
Your time

Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much

söndag 4 oktober 2009

just tears drying

barbed wire catch my fire
little bird
you rule my world

heart turns in to stone
just fuck of and leave my on my own

mindless games
in labyrints of pain
like running in dreams

forgot who I was
just a little girl who´s lost

torsdag 1 oktober 2009

chelsea wall poem

I want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket,
that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give your reflection.
I want your eyes on me.
I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there.
I want everyhing before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.

I want......I want so much I'm breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so i can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you.
I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what i mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close.
I want endless days when its day and nightime never to end when its night.
I want all the seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
I want to think your thoughts becuase they're mine. I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when your supposed to, like you do already.
And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.
I want to forget.
I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me, I don't want to think you really mean New York City and all the fun we have in it.
And I want your smile always and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips and I want your dissappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul, and I want my soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best, when I dont know.
And when your lost I want to find you.
And when your weary, I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.

hanging man

to much patience is like having your tongue cut out
your arms and feet bound
with someone punching you in the stomach
while sticking something up your ass

tisdag 29 september 2009

söndag 27 september 2009