"Family"

It's odd that
People try so hard
But only go in circles
And yet without those circles
They'd -
We'd -
simply be unhappy

"Sibridge"

There is a bridge
That leads nowhere
That is disconnected
Where it used to link
(Did it really, though?)
Lost between one bank
And another
Rotten, cold and unseen
In the fog
I don't even try to cross it
Anymore

"Mum"

It's funny, now that
We're both more
In control
Life seems comfortable
Even if we fight

"Dad"

I don't remember
How it used to be
But your hair
Seem to get softer
As they get whiter

So... been thinking about families lately.

"Parents"

Sometimes I act like
A spoilt kid
A little child
Because I think it makes
You
Look younger

Just joking... >:P

"Practical magic"

Don't think about the rain, darling
It can't hurt you
It's just wet

Don't think about the cold, lovely
It won't touch you
It's just air

Think about the things
That made you blush last night

Think about the wine
That we drank together

Now smile, precious
And go on -
- I have to change the sheets

...uhm. Written a day before an exam, as far as I remember... :P


Tomorrows are soldiers
Heavily armed and marching on
Towards Todays and Yesterdays
Ready to attack the enemy
And hurt the civilians
With no remorse
Without regret
Duty fulfilled
No questions asked

I literally don't remember the last time I cried. I only know about it because I've been told that I did. I can't recall a single memory of that. But seems to me I'm starting the countdown again.


I cried for the first time
Since God knows when
I couldn't quite remember how

Sob by sob
I tried to let it all out
But it's still there

Undignified hiccups
Make up stinging my eyes
And tears all over my face

A girl named Katy was
Singing in the background
But I'm not sure why or what

And I can't help trembling
And feeling stupid and wrong
And very, very childish

Sob by sob
I tried to let it all out
But I couldn't quite remember how

'sail away with me'

sail away with me
to the land where
the air smells of
oranges and coffee

where the soft sea hides
tempting secrets
where we could hide
all day and all night

where i could bewitch
my charming prince
among blooming
red rhododendrons

where the wind murmurs
legends and tales
so sail with me
let's be a legend


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At the moment
I'd like to be the ivy
That climbs up the wall
Of the old, old castle
And resides on the lower roof
Lazily enjoying
The early morning sunshine
Pure hedonism in the form of leaves
Drinking in the light
Savoring the touch
Of the coy breeze
Breathing deep and smiling
With eyes closed
Allowing everyone to watch
Letting the world look at its pleasure
And I'd do it, too
If only I were that ivy