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Escape


She had the urge to run,
to get away.
What once was sure was crumbling around her.
The footing insecure.

Running, screaming.

From what? She wasn’t sure.

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How to deflate a balloon


First, to deflate a balloon, it has to be inflated.

To inflate a balloon, particularly the long ones, you have to stretch them and warm them up a bit. Then you blow, and blow a bit more. Right until you see the rubber is close to breaking point.

That’s when you are supposed to tie a knot and play with your balloon.

And that’s when you can just let it loose, and watch it deflate. With or without a lot of noise and flapping about. It depends on the balloon.
They are, however, very much alike once deflated. Quite empty, a bit sad and wrinkly, and not much fun.

But then again, they may be reinflated, and thus they feel much better than of they had been popped.


No mirrors allowed


Avoiding the mirrors
Not wanting to see
The pain is hidden
But not deep enough
The eyes
The deceiving eyes
And the raw heart


Ordnung muss sein!


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Or at least an overall feeling of control and neatness.
Just to get my head around all the things in life that just isn’t.
Even if things seems a bit messy, a smile comes to my face when I can look at a neatly organized shoe shelf… Or any organized shelf, for that matter.


All but one


One peg missing.
How annoying is that?!


Papoy!


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Man, this is cute! My brother got his very own papoy for his birthday.
#despicableme


Hurt


It had had never bothered her before.
Why now? How come it struck so hard?
Those few words, thrown out in a heated discussion.
Pierced like a hot poker, and the pain wouldn’t let go.
She withdrew, carefully tending to the wound.
Not looking back.
They would never get the pleasure of seeing her cry,
to know they hit bulls eye.


Out there


I know something is out there
In the mists
Biding its time
What?
I don’t know.
When?
I haven’t got a clue.
All I can do is wait.
And when it comes, I’ll be ready
Maybe

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Poisonous beauty


 

“I want to love you but I better not touch
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison”

Alice Cooper

 

How can such beauty sting so much?
The need to do just like Denmark does here is ever present when I watch jellyfish.
Peculiar.


Scream


That ugly feeling, when you know you should fit in, but all you really want is run for your life and scream.

The sensible thing to do, is to leave, and them come back when everybody has left. Peace and quiet. And darkness. That soft, peaceful darkness. And life is perfectly good again.


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