braille

Braille : the blind writings. Now in a transitive way it imply a code language, a hidden message that can be unlocked only by those who know the code. We all carry a message in braille, our secrets are there, and few to none know what.



She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Now it's turpentine and patches
Now it's cold, cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...

Time for change

I wonder what is going on in the world today.
I know I am but a child, sheltered in a pleasant corner
Spoiled through the nose, carried on, guided through life
I often find the sunny skys above and the farytale
to be the casket keeping the decomposing truths out of sight

I am a sheltered child searching for a truth.
I am not as naive as my golden curls and blue eyes depict.
Nor am I ignorant.
I seek truths where I am served lies, may I annoy in this quest
But If a will to know, so the ability ti act can flourish, is condemned

...

We know we are fed lies, but we chose to remain ignorant. Then the decomposing flesh of the world is us. We are the problem.

As it were

Not many are known to cope with it. Not many are know to have withstood it. Not may are known to have felt no hurt from it. Nor have you or me escaped it's blinding trench of lust and captivity. Yet we strive from it with all our might, to keep up pretence; to do what's right. Or right according to a hypocrisy called society...

come spring

Come spring most people who are clinging on to hope, say when depression and not least desperation hits. And who knows, maybe they are right? It seems once the snow retreat, love flout though the air, like the flue in a kinder garden. People near and far, find another whom they'd like to see more of in the pleasant sun rays. A phenomenon that may change so many, but for the better or worse? There are those who loose themselves in the other, then they're those who turn cold and hard when the end came.

Come spring, they say. Well, here it is. All I hear is bird song and the bris through green leaved trees. No heart pumping here. No Eros moving amongst my likes. But wait, what is that? I hear a rush, adrenelaine, blood pumping. Nothing more, nothing less. But no change.

There is te graduation period that is forthcoming, and as of last week have started.... Twenty days of partying and being raised abov the law. The Norwegian way, folks. The Norwegian way.

puzzle

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart. But when do you know which to listen too? When one comes knocking on your door, an opportunity long awaited, but hindered by the past inconveniences; what are one to do? listen to one's heart or the warning given by one's reasoning...

Theway to be

Looking in the mirror, she sees her one eye filled with a tear leaving her eye socket. It rolls down her chick, as a drop of water touching a water-resistant surface. A perfectly round pearl, falling - seemingly weightlessly flouting - it hits the floor, in an awfully loud bang too her. Breaking the spell of the pearl. Her gaze returned to the mirror. Seeing now a content smile in her kiss. A radiant gaze looking at her unfit, and spoiled body, but knowing that and knowing her radiation; she sees her self behind a façade, wrapped in charm. Slyly she powdering her nose, and runs out.

Scrutiny

Our relationship is like a game of chess. One false move, and you take advantage overpowering me. As a poppet in a poppet show I comply. Driven by the game, you tip the score in my favour. Emotions trick you, push you of the path into my domain. But fret not, I see now as you see. We are caught in the heat of the moment thus one false will be fortunate as it is equalized by a second. Two wrongs makes one right. The feeble attempt for passion enables us to hide all this obvious struggle from those oblivious. I see now, as you see the game proceed

So let us go then, you and I,
When it lieeth spread across the sky
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
In a minute there will be time
Let us go and make our visit
No one sees, no one knows

Paint me

Paint me a portrait, and let me see how well you know the inest dream of me. An image says supposedly more than a thousand words, how come then when I see a portrait I only see an empty gaze? Perhaps there is a screen to hide behind, which very few to none, have been able to come past. Or perhaps there is no screen and the empty gaze is in truth the longing for uncharted territory. However, there is a hidden place that can be found but rarely is. It surprises me as I tend to stumble upon it accidentally, the place is hidden and forgotten even to the persona, of which it belongs. A camber like the room of requirements, it only appears when required thought is given wing. Both comforting and a liability. Duality lies within us all, but hypocrisy may be us houses past if we are the sweet such as a select few are.

phooo^^

I am in awe, I am amazed, the temporary hell is gone, past, obliterated^^ and it went well for most of us I think, I feel^^ Yey relaxation. The sensation is good. but cas is coming up next and fast approaching on Friday the date i duefor delivery.

The final exam

Finally done with the preparations for the exhibit, which forms the base of the Ib art exam. I just arrived home round about nowish, though a few leftovers from my families dinner has been consumed I arrived home now. Trying to relax. And urging people strongly to be at school round six tomorrow in the afternoon and take a peak at our stuff^^ And remember the sweat that went in to it, and be ammazed. :P *Høhø*

But now where are thiose books, I need to prepare for the exam....oral exam in presentation form of techniques, art history, themes, knowledge and understanding.... bul yes but still we, i wanna do my best...