torsdag 10 juni 2010

66

There are silver specks of sand
in the corner of your eyes.
There are golden drops of saliva
glistening on your lower lip.
Diamonds reflect with perfection
in the iris of your eye.

Your face painted with the most soothing
nuances of red and blue
and purple and pink.
Your nails carefully made shiny like
they were covered in mother of pearl

You want to look precious
costly and high maintenance.

You look cheap.

måndag 7 juni 2010

65



You are famous
Big in japan as they say
Answer their questions
Smile like a madman
Live up to their expectations
Dare to live the dream

64

I see it in my eyes
as I look at myself
in a mirror.

It is clear.
I am ready.
Even thoug there is so many things
that speaks against it.

My heart says "Go"
There is a warm sensation
when I throw caution aside
and accept
that I already made up my heart
and my mind just have to tag along.

onsdag 19 maj 2010

63

Crawling up my back.
Smiling under my skin.
Needlesharp claws
turning my muscles into twisted nests.

Agony comfortably resting in the curve of my back
lying there waiting to be disturbed.

Flossing with my nerves
stretching out the tissue like an illfitting sweater
and biting in my spine
hungry for the marrow within.

I can only imagine.

onsdag 12 maj 2010

62

We woke up
from the disaster
that our friends laid before us

We found out
that the future was decided
by the choises we made
and not by the decisions
that people
dressed in green
made by the influence
of the circumciced illwilled
wildeyed clowns whatever...

I love waking up.
And the truth is her.
And the meaning of it all,
the substance of reality,
and i´m sickening you
is her.

onsdag 5 maj 2010

61

In your eyes a fairytale.
In your smile salvation.
A tender caress
and soft fingertips across my brow.
A whisper and a kiss.
Soft and quick that leaves a thought of never happened.

In your hair the morning light.
In your movement fun and games.
Laughter is poetry from your lips.
Tears the end of the world.

The warmness of you
like a furnace warming my heart.

Coming home was never before coming home.
Until you.

60

Everything paused.
It hung there
in the air.
Still.

The distant vague sound of people below
stilled,
as the step they were about to take had to wait.

it lasted only for a second
if seconds had existed then.

Everything paused.
Everything waiten in aticipation.
The world held its breath.

The moment expanded and shrunk,
like it lived.
And as sudden as everything stopped,
it began again.
When she said yes.