Cameyah

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.

I had so much to write for school and work that I have not had the chance to write over here. Yet, the difference now is that I really enjoy writing what I want to write. Funny that people have started to decide over my writing and I kinda feel trapped. I need to liberate myself by escaping over here and write grammatically wrong and feel free! I all of a sudden wanna write everything. I want to empty my mind and let go of all that has been stuck in my head. My only wish is to stop the time, but the truth is that I have to follow the boring rythm of duties and quit before I even started. I think this blog will be my treasure spot, which I will run to when I wanna escape the judgmental eye. I love freedom and I love to be back here. I love to write, write through dance and dance through my writing. I write the way I dance and I dance they way I write. I am burning candles and incense, I am loving and recieving. Positive energi going through my body.

I don't think too much about it. If I would, I would probably make the wrong decision. I just wanna relax and enjoy. Pure joy, the reason for living. Anytime I feel trapped I run. No enjoyment. I run. There are things which are free and they appeal to me so much more than things, which I get paid for. Why? Money is a disease, which can never catch me. I am living on two different worlds. One in which your appearance takes control, in everything you do. The world of the female being the sex object, who is filled with sexual desires, which every man is looking for. The other one is where your thoughts and ideas matter first. The world where I read and study, discuss ideas with people alike. When I sit in front of the computer all day, ordering books, writing and discussing. The world where nobody cares if I wear make up, brush my hair, have it all or nothing. I combine these two, they are two sisters, who need to get along. They have friends who cannot stand each other, so when I bri...

I am a love alcoholic I cannot get enough and I am addicted