I like me as I am. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm in fact, perfect in my own eyes. If I weren't I'd do something about it. I love me. If you want to be with me, you have to accept that.

You said

She's like a knife

in the middle of my chest.

She would be your wife,

jusing your arms for rest.

But a dark knight,

come and took her away.

"Sleep with me tonight",

That's what she'd say.

To her you said,

"I will never be like her".

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

I wasn't supposed to know,

he never would have told,

but, you know,

I swallowed it as gold.

A tear in my eye,

A breath in the wind.

Please, don't lie,

Please, let me come in.

But you said,

"I will never be like her",

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

You saw my eye,

you felt my tear,

said "Please, don't cry",

but this it what I fear.

I'm not good enough,

I'm not what you need.

But I'm sold and bougth,

and If you leave, I'll bleed.

But you said,

"I will never be like her",

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

Then I said,

"If you need her,

go for it.

I want you for sure,

you have to make it fit."

Then you said,

"If I lose you,

there's nothing left.

Then she'd do,

be like my weft."

Then I said,

"I need you,

more than you need me.

Even though you do -

not agree. "

Then we said,

"All we have together,

must mean more than her.

I like you a lot,

this is our plot".

He smiled, I smiled.

But I, will never be, like her.

(In reality I said "I wish my name was *her name*", other than that, this explains it. I never disliked my a-cup, but this girl has a H-cup, and well.. I don't feel too good about my A-cup anymore. I know it's silly, but I can't help it. I like him, and I can't help that either.)

Love

(two girl friends (or more) talking all over it, and one of them sure got that awesome niggah attitude)

Sometimes you just have to let yourself fall, it dosn't matter if it's gonna turn out good or if you'll be crushed into the ground and all of your intestines will be smashed externally to the asphalt. That's the chanche you've gotta take to actually get to the point where love no longer is a weak idea, but the stage where love is all there is. Love hurts, it does, but as long as it's more good than bad, you just keep on going for it girl! He has to fall as well, it's not like it's any different for him. I bet he thinks you are way too good for him ..

Ah, cut the crap! We both know he's off the hook - way over me..

That's what you think, and that's what he thinks about you as well. I know that. Just keep on fallin', you can't stop now, girl. It's like - he's the only theme, issue, and though in your whole entire gigant head - and I ain't sayin' this just to say it, I'm sayin' this because it's the truht. Ok, baby. You see, no one ever said love would be easy..

And I know that! I've got all these dreadful experiences with love, if you haven't notices yet.

I know, unlucky love sure ain't easy, but neighter is real, good love. It's tough! Feelings go up and down like a thunderroad, and if you PMS it all up, maaan, you're gonna have some trouble living every now and then, but the good times.. I could PMS a whole year for a month of good times, really. It's so sweet. Love, O'sooo sweet. Love, sweet love! (8)

He smiled as I moved my hair from my face. I smiled and look down, imbarresed. He said he'd know it for quite a time and I felt my eyes fill with tears as he told me he'd never really looked at me that way. Of course I knew it, I did. But to hear him say it was. just. so. awful.

"So.. here we are!" She said with a strong voice and dropped the papers down on the desk. My feet were shaking. Not that I ever didn't want to be a respectable person, I just didn't mean for it to happen this way. She sat down on a black chair. Her brown hair was pushed back in a thight ponytale, and her pencilskirt showed of her beautiful curves. "You are taking this seriously, right?" she looked straight into my eyes. It took some time before I realised she'd asked me a question. "Of course, of coruse!" I heard my dark voice assuring. She turned around reached for the papers and a pencil, and said "Just sign here. It'll be official the second you do so". She gave it to me. My hands were shaking. I wrote a name. It wasn't mine, but it was what she though was mine. I gave it back to her and smiled. She smiled. We were ready to get going.

A young man walked down a alè (?) a beautiful, summer evening. His hat was round and black, just as his coat. He walked slowly. You could see that he was thinking. A smile played on his face, and the wind made the little hair he had left flow around him, like they just needed to remind him that he was allowed to let the wind lead him whereever it wanted him to go. Just as he had, fourtfive years before..

Miss Marper

En gammel dame i kjent streng,engelsk (Svart) stil besøker barnehager og de ungene som ikke oppfører seg blir sendt på en kostskole-aktig-greie, og der sier damen med de hundre ungene forran seg "Her er det sånn og sånn" Random unge: "Og hvis vi nekter?" "Hahha, vi har mange straffningsmetoder. Rensing av do er fint. Hvis du nekter det sier du? Ingen mat på en måned ;)"

På kostskolen lever de ett hardt liv, og tuller selvfølgelig på i det skjulte, men Miss Marper gjør livet deres til en pine.

A line in a movie

My grandmother always said "be nice to the nice, ignore the bad, put light in front of night, make sure all your friends knows you love them, and be happy rather than serious" and all I know of it is that there's no point in it. The strong always win over the weak, so the only point there is, is to be strong.

He: That's how they make babies.
She: That's how they make murderers.

19 about grandpa'

19 feelings in the way,
18 feet away from love,
17 steps in the wrong direction,
16 set of eyes staring,
15 sleepless nights,
14 days of misbehave,
13 steps in the right direction,
12 one-night stands,
11 years of rain,
10 cows in a corner,
9 stars in heaven,
8 grandchildren,
7 pillows in the couch,
6 steps in the right direction,
5 broken glasses,
4 children,
3 cats,
2 chairs in front of the TV,
1 true love.

Shiny boy

Shiny boy, fleshing his teeth
Shiny boy, calling his girlfriend
Shiny boy, using his designer clothes
Shiny boy, having fancy houses

Geeky girl, wanting to shine like him
His girlfriend, needing his love
Girl he is in love with, feeling the same
Gay guy, wanting his life

Shiny boy, wanting his parents love
Shiny boy, meeting everyone's expectations
Shiny boy, forgetting about himself
Shiny boy, unhappy

Hi there, shiny people.

So.. I've got four other blogs. I just made this one for bad poems and nice novells. I like writing them, but I'm not too sure I'd like people to actually read them. I think I need to be better and I think practise is the only way to improve. Therefore, I'll start here.