i wanna be a writer. i like poetry as well, im beginning to think i prefer it. i wanna write 100 poems that are all unique and true. but im not sure. who knows at all..

you know those moments when your just really genuinely bored with your life and want to escape this universe. go some place else, where the make-belief reality we all dream is either non-exsistent or better. no, not better, because our world really is ok, you just gotta look at the right parts of it. then again, if you did as i told you and watched the movie link below, the love seems to hide away from this planet, so we think it disappeared, and with it the laughter, hope and smiles. its there though, the laughter, the love, maybe if we all found it, at once, then it would return from hiding and stay with us. but anyway, dear blog, my heart is kind of sad and dreamy right now... sigh. thats what happen when i finish watching movies and return to my own unreal life.

runaway.? escape? oh well... its not that hard, thats what ive read, and my good part is going to happily believe that.

birds soar into your mouth
kissing your open lips with their pointed beaks
screaching a bit
and scraping the back of your throat
so when you crie
your scream is harsh and dry.

ya, okay that was something very random i just felt like writing, not some dumb attempt at being a poet. and it isn't supposed to rime!!!.. oh it doesnt, i thought it did for a second.

i like it dark outside.. it reminds me of the danish winters i used to hate.

poetry isnt about metaphors and big words, its about intensity. if your danish, read these. they are so good and true and they make me feel good, i love the way she writes, she makes the dry and wordless danish language fertile with beautiful poems. waw.