Things I have to do before I die ! |
» Get rid of all my stuff so it can't possible look like a mess (my records: not included)» Get my lip pierced» Make out with Irina Lazareanu» Fall in love with someone who's not married/dead/famous/u... Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 10:25:00 GMT |
Fear |
When the morning birds are singing their golden brittle songsAnd the sun is blushing in the ocean of blue orchids When the shadow of my messy hair is clear on the wallAnd my day dreams seems... Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 18:06:00 GMT |
Myg |
Vi lever i en falsk verden med plasticfrugter, vandhaner uden vand, og døre med håndtag der åbner til ingenting.
Hvor bladende sveder, drypper, løber, flyder, strømmer, synker og drukner&
Og du kan s... Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 03:51:00 GMT |
Goodbye |
Im getting fascinated by fascinations and people with tears in their eyes
Time - life: tick after tack after tick after&
Vodka runs in spirals, down down down& endless farewell
Jeg fascine... Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 11:56:00 GMT |
Night |
You were fumbling with your fingers when you told meYou said... You said that I was like the sun"You're like the sun" you said
You bit your lip then looked away
"Your smile makes the room br... Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 10:23:00 GMT |
Livsvand |
Samler på smilehullerGemmer dem væk i skrinet under sengen sammen med støv og visne blade.Tapper tårer og sælger dem som livsvandIndånder suk og puster dem ud som skinnende bobler.Solen er ved at gå n... Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 10:18:00 GMT |
What to do? |
Fuck because you know how to do itDrink because it make you forgetSmile because it's contagiousHug because it's lovelyKiss because it make you highHate because you need to feel aliveLove& because it's... Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
I am |
Sipping tea from the chipped cupWalking in the soundless puddlesLooking through the smelling glassWatching your hard eyesThinking of your soft hands Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 09:05:00 GMT |
Abstrakt ekspressionisme |
Falmende ord og flygtige drømmebag dørens banken.Svirvlende ønsker hvisker i nøglehulletmens nattens spotlights varmer op.Læbernes tango knuses i forbitrede minerSpillekortene blandestvivlende skygger... Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 14:20:00 GMT |
Untitled.. |
Først ville jeg være som de andreSå ville jeg være anderledesMen så gik det op for migat hvis jeg var mig selvville jeg være anderledesligesom alle de andre... Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 07:53:00 GMT |