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

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.

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.

I feel runover & crushed

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."

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

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

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