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.

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.

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!

The PreHistoric days

Today I found a text, from a long forgotten time.
This text was full of hope, it did not look like mine.
At least I can't remember, that I once could feel such things.
Because, now there's so much darkness, and anger in my fist.
God be a light, and all that other crap.
I just want to punch this ugly little chap.
But one time I felt something else, and it was shiny and clear.
It smelled a lot like sweat, but I held it very dear.
Could it really be? Can it be true?
How come it went from Lolipop to a poop review?

I sit here in wonder, feeling barely zip.
Aw screw it! Donkeys ass and Holy mother of
...
I bit my lip.

My mice in my pocket

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk
"I look down the ocean, but all I see is puke."

No welcome party. No cake. No inflatable horse made of real and hard-to-collect bullet air that made the horse go "Neigh" if you poked it. The Queen sat down on the stairs. Tired. Bored. Angry. Or maybe just a bad stomach. She could never tell now a days. At least she had been sung to. And little twinkle twinkle dots had appeared in her stomach. The Queen loved that things like that still happened. But, she thought, maybe that was the last one from that direction. Well, she did have a lot to do. So no point in sitting on the stairs. The beautiful and long stairs. Every step lined with a word of beauty. That was going to be hard. Never mind. Keep your head high and never ever fall over again. THEN it will be fine. She brushed her dress, not that she needed to, the mice in her pocket always kept it clean, and started making projects for her Kingdom. No rest, that can wait. She wanted to make all the things that was promised her come true. She had time, and she was not going to waste it anymore.
At least she still had her looks.

The Fish in the Grave

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk


To be apart from your love, how do you cope?

"My love, my love, whilst thou come home tonight?" Looking out of the window, the King tried breathing easy. But he never succeeded in making his thoughts be still. Not when they were about his Queen. So he started working hard, making his Kingdom look beautiful for the return of his beloved. A more dashing garden, getting to know his subjects, looking for the Fish in the Grave. All the small things, he made them to cover up his pain. And they made him relax, and everyone noticed how the Kingdom started to shine, because the King gave it his all. He would never need to cry again.

The beauty and stupidity of Butterflies

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk

The small things that make you happy, how come that they make you so angry at the same time?

The Queen could watch the butterflies forever. They seemed to have it all. Their colors were so vivid and the beatings of the wings made the Queens heart bounce up and down. She wanted to dance with them forever. Follow them in their flight. She skips, tries to catch up with them, and falls. So many times, she watches them fly by, but she can never be one with them.

The King laughs at the Queens attempts to make friend with the butterflies. "You keep trying to befriend something that never will do as you say, and can never be still. What are you trying to get out of that relationship?"

A smile as bright as the sun itself, the Queen looked into the big and ice-blue eyes of the King. "What I see, is not the same as you. The butterflies instinct is to flee, and to just enjoy the brief day. But sometimes they see me, and they let me be a part of their day. That is all that I ask from them, a brief moment of their lives, and maybe, just maybe, they one day will let me in forever."

You stupid butterflies.