måndag 23 augusti 2010

pee

What do you when the world is no longer a part of you,
when nothing that anyone does is enough?
All you can do is watch the walls come closer,
making it harder to breath for every second that goes by.
No one can see your pain,
but even if they could, it would be too late to save you.
Maybe it's just me. Maybe it is something wrong with me.
After all, everyone else seems to make do.
But all I can see are the lies and hopelessness.
Nothing you do matters, nothing you say will make it better.
Damaged goods.

lördag 21 augusti 2010

Going round and round

The land by the sea
Or
How to dance the Purk

Hope.

The Ferris Wheel. It goes round round round. The Queen had always liked the Ferris Wheel. How it never seem to end. You rose to the skies, looking out over the world, seing it from a new perspective and wondering how it comes that all people turnes to ants as you slowly rise. Do they know about it? If they didn't, had she ever been turned into an ant? Nonono, she could never had. Ants don't have clothes, and she was sure that she always had clothes when in the theme park. Well, except for that one time. But that was a weird phase, and she was pretty sure (even though the King had denied it) that the cough medicin had a big part of it. The King always smiled his crooked smile every time he thought about it. It was kind of sad to think that she never would be going in the Ferris wheel again. So she didn't.
While looking up at the Ferris Wheel, a knife thrower came up to her. They looked at each other, and the knife thrower smiled.
"Hi."
It's great when you don't have to say much at all, you just know that you are going to like someone. The Queen looked back at the Ferris wheel.

tisdag 17 augusti 2010

The hating Game

You do know that I still love you, don't you? And that is why I have to hate you. I really don't want to, but to just to think about your smile makes me want to cry for a whole week. So I need to hate you. Please don't be mad.

tisdag 10 augusti 2010

The stars are dancing, almost all the time

The land by the sea
Or
How to dance the Purk

"Come one, come all. You are all invited! Come one! Come all! Come see my flying circus!"

When the Sun is dancing with the Moon, the stars go and sits on the bench. They do not want to get caught in the great boogie of the Sun and Moon. One time a young star, only 120 years old, who didn't fully know the consequence of getting caught between the Sun and the Moon, started dancing with them. Maybe he wanted to live his life to the fullest, and so didn't care about what should have scared him. But the more logical explanation is that he was young and when the beauty of the world came crashing, he just couldn't look away. So he stood there, smiling at the wonders of the universe, and never really understod how something like that could be a danger to him. But it was, and "the Queen continued" that is why we never ever laugh at someone who is bigger than ourselves. Because even though it is funny, you never know if they will sit down on you.

söndag 1 augusti 2010

Dumma Pojkar och Flickor

Du tog mitt lilla hjärta
och sa att det var vårt.
Jag smälte min sten,
trots att det så länge varit hårt.
Nu står jag här med tomma händer
blott tystnad finns nu kvar.
Med drömmar som mig jagar
om att krossa en brunhårig karl.
Allting blev jag lovad
men aldrig något såg.
Som det alltid varit
ord, det är endast lögn och båg
Jag tror jag stänger in mig
i mitt skal med endast mig.
Dig ska jag i alla fall aldrig mera höra.
Gah! Vad jag hatar dig!