A jokerkid.

Why are we still talking?
Get lost!
Does it come to you as shocking
That the line's crossed?

You tricked me.
I know.
I wanted it, you see.
I sunk way low.

For you.
Don't know why I did.
Can't explain all I do.
You're just a kid.

Quit the jokes and the fakes.
I know what we are.
A kids mind makes
An illusion by far.

Stop fooling me.
...and if that's not what you're doing;
Stop fooling yourself!

Background thoughts.

Scratching - Itching.
Gossip - Bitching.

Tumbles - Kicks.
Blister - Pricks.

Problems! - Head-ache! - More pollution!
She's a mess!! There's no sollution.

Lost, not found.
Hit the ground.

Aching pain.
It will sustain.

GIVE UP ALREADY.
Just keep it steady.

Destitute Prostitute

He's lying naked in her bed
Though she knows they'll never wed.
She's got so many tears to shed;

"I don't know what to choose.
Seems at life I often loose.

Who said I actually wanted him?
I had to say yes and let him in."

So what's your options when you're poor?
The rich ones take, and they want more.

He took her only for the pleasure
Her worth? He didn't care to measure.

She was just another thing to buy.
There's no reason asking why.

Den ligger i en eske på nattbordet ditt.

(Problem:)
Ord og ønsker sitter fast
Skaper større hverdagsblast

(Løsning:)
Skriv det ned
Krøll en lapp
Stikk den i en rosenknapp
Slipp det ut og la det synke
Ned til Havets bunn og ynke.

Gi det så én dag til to
Så vil du se det ferdig gro
En fredfull hage for oss to :)

Uten tittel 1

(1. Vers)
Sometimes I find myself disgusted
By the words I say, the things I do.
Sometimes they remind me too much.
Too much of the things I've said and done to you.

I'm disgusted by the shape I'm in.

How come I never feel as I should?

I want something else for my life.

Something new, something good.

I'm happy with my home.

My shelter is a bed.

But lately I've been waiting for a BOOM!

And then red, red, RED!!

.

(Vers. 2)

Leaving in the cold, dark morning.

To face you all once again.

To show up to fill the quota...

It makes me wonder; when?

When will it end,

And where will I go?

What if I repent?

It doesn't matter to you, though.

.

(Vers.3)

One day I'll try;

I'll walk in your motion.

Though I know it to myself that I'll lie.

Just to bathe in your devotion.

You crush me against a mirror.

An image of "me".

It's my own eyes, but the smile's not.

But it seems you'll never see.

Sara Upperglitch

Sara Upperglitch

Was married young and rich.

Hence she'd learned norms and rules
She got lots of clothes and jewels.

She'd sip her tea
With manner and glee.

She'd stop her husbands sock,
And if a prick; there'd be no shock.

She'd allways keep so calm and firm,
But then one day she caught a germ.

She got so full of the bacteria
That made her sick all over her area.
...was it the pocks or the malaria?

The Doctor couldn't tell
Yet deep inside he knew it well.
It was her rotten soul that caused the smell.


She was nothing but an empty shell.

En hilsen fra Cupo

Du sier at noe må forandres

At du er ikke den som må klandres.



For du har alltid fulgt de rette veier,

Men det vises å være mer enn du greier.

Vel, spillet har alltid vært det.

Du glemmer hodet og gir bort hjertet.

Men tenk ei at hjertet "ikke ble mottatt".

Nei, tenk heller motsatt!

Heldigvis ble det ikke stjålet og tatt i gale hender

Av en du egentlig ikke kjenner

Så du fikk det i retur,

Men ei la sorgen bli en mur.

Gå heller ut av ruiner som ny og fri.

La bekymring og anger bare gli.

For det er ingen grunn å klandre

Det som ingen kan forandre.

....Legg heller skylden på den andre