The Post-romantic-narcisist- Me

I am not a poet or a artist by professionality.
I am just being it by nature, Because it flows in my veins.
So I guess my academical career needs a boost by writing, toyou.
To make you feel again.
Ore just for letting poetry out of my delicate female heart.

Friday, 29 January 2010

I wanna be much more like you
Your effortlessly graceful scene
That drips from every pore of you
Where logic cannot intervene
I wanna take a bath with you
And wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
So how do we begin ?

I wanna paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream
I wanna fall in love with you

I wanna say I do

I wanna be much more like you
The way your smile lights up the room
I'll kick back as men flirt with you
To jealousy I'll stay immune
This confidence in me and you
This hope that you and I will bloom
I wanna fall in love with you





Thursday, 28 January 2010



" A poem needs understanding through the senses,



The point of diving into a lake is not to amideitly swim to the shore,
but to be in the lake;
To luxuriate in the sensation of water,



We do not work the lake out,
t it is a experience beyond thought.



Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery"


Wednesday, 27 January 2010

curricullum

I have yet lived another day
but I long for spring when The sorrow dissarms my soul.

Fainter because The darkness accend
Fainter because Im scared?

No im not scared
Just faint from dept and awakening
Awakening of alarms and fireflies that cracks down on me in the form of feathery romance
Fireflies that We all need to survive.

I will win this war against dept and winter
And begin to feel the thing people ceep anoying me about;
Beautiful.

Life is sweet but I am to much in love with it that I need to rest a litte
To calm my little female nerves.





existence seems a very trivial persuit at the moment---


and I am scared.

Friday, 22 January 2010

Harder faster, Forever after Her. forever after"



None of you can make the grade
NONE of you can make the grade.

Sunday, 17 January 2010

Lord Byron to Anabella Millbanke:
-What is life for do you think?
Anabella Milbanke:
- It is a way to do good, to make people happy and to serve god.
Lord byron:
- It took me three hours to dress this morning, subtract the buttoning, the unbuttoning the sleeping the eating, and what is left of real existence?
The summer of a dormuse, a few minutes only of sensation.
Anabella Millbanke:
- I dont think sensation so terribly inportant.
Lord Byron:
- It is our only proof that we exist, and that is why we crave it.
Annabella Millbanke:
- You seem to me very bewildered Lord Byron.
Lord Byron:
- To a mind such as yours Miss Millbanke, I am sure I am quite infamable.




Saturday, 16 January 2010

"now Harold felt at lenght alone"

A thing that irritates me when I stoped to smoke was this detesting urge for good food
When I smoke I feel no hunger, wich I like cause of my energylevels going up when not urging.

Im vain, I know
And not at all fat
But I will win over this urge .
And smoke just sometimes, not always.

Tonight I wil spend my time with my lovely friends.
Drinking responsibly for a change... wich is so boring that it hurts..---..


Friday, 15 January 2010

Art as a powerful fist in your buttox

People are changing
should I?
I dont feel the urge to be somethin wrong
but maybe i am ?
I hope not

trancuillity on a friday night doesent suit me, but I´LL give it ago.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

yesterdays folly and so forth...

A good weekday is spent in good company,
Like I did when I decided to borrow some money frome my dear Mama and bought myself a nice bottle of wine and went home to Pekka for a good evening.
Laughter
Kisses
Folly
and most of all
No studying...

But tomorrow will be a day of much "adulthood".
One has to do ones piece to survive.
What else is on?
Well I missed classes today, cought a cold but Im soon to be rich again.




Wednesday, 13 January 2010

You gave me a chance to tell everything I havent told you yet









Cooogar!!

No class today as a cause of insomnia...
No god
Ill try to be a good girl tomorro and studdy

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Friday, 8 January 2010

Thursday, 7 January 2010

"People die from Common sense"


Spring-term starting soon
And I have to borrow money from the student fund
But Im alive and intoxicated.
Stopped to smoke
Going fine.

People are changing
And I stay the same

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Monday, 4 January 2010

ubermenchen

Spent last nigth with Pekka and his family, drinking The hulk-green smirrinoff drinks
and being romantic.
My lover is away for the day but He will be here tomorro again in bliss..
Life is but intoxication


Pekka- the ubermenchen <3

Saturday, 2 January 2010

New years bliss


Me and my enchantress. Hanna

^
Beppe, the Sundance kid


Nothing beats Drunken love between to goodlooking lads ^^

nemo, qute as usual^^



My own Mr Molko, Pekka looked quite the picture..



Nemo, Bernadotte and Anna´s chillpill zone
The models.. drunk as hell but happy all the same.
HAppy new year my loves<3