dark shiny things... |
our actions corrupted
(but hardly noticed in the haze)
yet we are so nice to each other
we are dark shiny things
very bad
but never mean
dark yet shining
we have no smell
no...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 15:52:00 GMT |
blue grey mornings |
the gorgeous girl next to me sighs in her sleepi wake up to a blue grey morning wondering how long this could lastwith a terrible feeling that it cannotthat i will lose it all there are so many people...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 05:25:00 GMT |
Älskade ytlighet! |
Det finns en sak som jag upprepat om och om igen under sommarens Sverigebesök: "Kan vi inte bara vara lite SNÄLLA??!!"
För det är det jag saknar mest när jag lämnar New York. Småpratet på gatan, i aff...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 01:12:00 GMT |
islands |
oh do you remember when i told you about the island theory?
(some people live life like climbing a mountain
slowly evolving but never really changing
others go from island to island
when looking ba...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 14:31:00 GMT |
Light Blue Secrets |
Light blue secrets flies above it all
I cover your eyes with my hand
Deep blue fingernails
Noone knows they have dug into your arms
I cover the world's eyes with my hand
When we are laughing...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:58:00 GMT |
The parallel life |
In my parallel life
the air is much cooler
and the nights are light and crisp
i feel the cold grasping for me
he has rough skin and broad shoulders
He is lying all the time
he says ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 14:00:00 GMT |
the magic is stirring |
dont worry girl
the magic is stirring
she said
there is no magic left
i replied
i am simone de beauvoir
crying at cafés
face covered in hands
cursed by my own philosophy
to denounce the romance...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 05:33:00 GMT |
how sweet it is |
your kisses like honey
i let myself go into the sweetness
i dont care about the bitter right now
not everything has to be bittersweet
not all the time
When i remember all the fighting
all ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 10:25:00 GMT |
bridges |
get closer
i'll whisper all my secrets
i'll show you the bridges i built
the pink arches shimmering in the air
over our heads
I never use steel or wood or stone
my bridges are woven of l...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:02:00 GMT |
******* |
I'll lick the beads of sweat falling from your face to mine
Just as them I am falling
handlessly as always
Anywhere
Anytime
I always try to give the illusion I'm not lonely
but you wi...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 14:46:00 GMT |
