Cameyah

Just thinking about why pictures make such a difference. Is it because we can visualize better what we are writing about? For me, I guess it is because pictures catch those special moments and make it solid. We cannot grab feelings, but we can grab a picture. We cannot share or recreate a feeling, but we can show a picture telling how we felt. I escape to Starbucks once in a while. Recently it has been my place to catch my breath and find a spot to relax. A lot of decisions have been with a cup in my hand. A lot of discussions, traveling and running around town. This cup is international. For me it represents security and relaxation.

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Sari has started writing and I love it!

Only a woman can understand a woman. We have to stop fighting.

Bli förälskad på nytt Dina ögon, De ser mig, Genom tid och rum. De ger mig frid, och gör mig stum, Jag ber dig, Hitta någon. Sådan som, Säger nej, Till strid och fördom. Njut av blid, tillåt själen stå i blom, Denna tjej, Livet sätter igång. Bli förälskad på nytt. Otrohet Jag glömde Att jag glömde Att jag inte hade Det jag inte trodde att Jag glömde Jag såg inte Tills jag såg Att det jag inte såg Var där för mig att se Jag glömde Att jag inte såg Det jag trodde att jag Glömde Du visste Men du glömde Att jag såg Det du trodde att jag glömde Vem behover färgerna Svartvit Vitsvart Olikheter Likheter Osämja Samhörighet Färg Jag är färgblind

I just found some old poems, from the time when I was like 15...They all are on poetry.com

Tell me how by Jenny Efremova - Poetry.com Shared via AddThis

Remember by Jenny Efremova - Poetry.com Shared via AddThis

Leaving and erasing by Jenny Efremova - Poetry.com Shared via AddThis

Dear by Jenny Efremova - Poetry.com Shared via AddThis

Through the ups an downs Through the raindrops From the first sound Until the noise stops During the blue rose While the sun me heated From my first pose Until I'll lie defeated During the flight over the ocean While I prayed for a better day From the very first emotion Until a day, just like today During a crack that was between us While I wondered where you are From the thought: "Who's been us?" Until the day when we'll be our star

I wanted to write "morning pages", but I usually never have time to do that in the morning. So I am just going to write some "evening pages" instead. I have a paper due, a couple of days ago and I really had no inspiration to write it. I had to walk down Broadway to find something that could inspire me. I sat down by the fountain on the 59th st and looked around at all the lights and buildings. I can't imagine that I had a life far away from here. I remember being in Paris and wishing to come back here, visualizing my favourite neighbourhood and imagining myself being here. It seemed so impossible, so risky and so futuristic. Now that I am here I feel like I never left. I cannot imagine leaving it again. We were walking around Hell's Kithen yesterday and I remember myself saying that this is the area that I feel most comfortable with. It is so random how west side/midtown is what I associate with New York. The people, the cafes, the cozy spots and the river

I love freedom. This is were I feel free.

Are you a creature? by Jenny Efremova - Poetry.com Shared via AddThis

One thing is to like somebody, to share a life together is something different.

Why do you keep avoiding me?

I am the boss - That's why! LOVE IT!

Why do I always stay up late at night? I hear music coming from the next door. I speak to Toyoko. I wash dishes. I snack on some Swedish chocolate. I write som essays, or short stories. I think about my friends. I chat with Queisi. My baby comes over. So much activity and I have to do it all.

He treats me like a queen. Do I deserve that?

I think I could hear a husband beating his wife ...

I have been reading so much lately about how to write novells and web context. It has opened up my mind tremendously. I love it. I really would like to write more of it.