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Posted in Creativity, Slisk on 24 mars, 2013 by Saranna

There’s the ”You’re a part of my world and I like you”-kisses,

and there’s the ”Right now you’re my world”-kisses.

The difference lies in when the rest of the world fades in with all it’s sound and noise ,

and you realize that for that kiss you left the world,

there was truly just the two of you present.


Ett inlägg om allt och ingenting

Posted in Creativity, Life in general, Slisk on 26 februari, 2013 by Saranna

Kan, och tänker inte, skriva ut helt exakt vad jag tänker… men här kommer i alla fall en liten uppsättning av ord och meningar som fastnat i huvudet under den senste tiden, både av eget material och sådant jag stött på…

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Mina tankar

I no longer know what my heart does when I see you… When I see you in person, you wonderful smile, it just skips a beat. But when I see you, revealing your soul with all your hurt and joy, it feels like someone hits the air out of me. It hurts, but I’m forced to smile, ‘cause you’re such a wonder, a beautiful creature in a beautiful time in a beautiful world.

I wish you could talk to me more freely, reveal in person what’s going on in that head of yours, ‘cause I see your pain, but I can’t break a wall you won’t let me close to. Don’t let all of this, us, come in your way, talk freely and set yourself free.

It might never become anything out of this, this might all just be a mistake, there might never be an ‘us’. But know, now and from here on ‘til the end of time: I will stand by your side when you need it. Always.

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Andras tankar som känns som mina tankar

I fell for your thoughts, the way you said my name, how you make me speechless.

I ache to be inside your mind, hear the whisper of every thought, get lost in your deepest desires.

I want you lying down next to me, caressing the soft curves of my face, running your fingers down my back.

I fell for you. I ache for you. I love you.

Author: Anon.



Make it cosmic

Posted in Creativity, Life in general on 7 februari, 2013 by Saranna

I brist på material att lägga upp här/inspiration så vill jag dela med mig av ett uttag av en av de nutida dikter som jag personligen fäst mig mycket vid. Orsaken misstänker jag vara att den för min part känns mycket äkta.

A Poem: Kiss, kiss, bang, bang.


Say a fucking prayer and then say one more for her.

Let tongues guide secrets and stories of before this instance into bloodstream, into bowels, into pulsing brain waves.

It is the only way for some things to be shared.

There are goddesses who must be kissed between the loops of Orion’s belt,

entangle Cassiopeia and make it Cosmic.

Create intergalactic group make out session that leads into milky way lovemaking,

with my milk leading the way for fusion of constellations followed by rapture.

Kiss a Goddess once and you will always know what God tastes like,

be a kiss ninja.

Kisses are for girls, women, muses, goddesses, warriors, witches, spinsters, alchemists, semi drunken sages

and all those who believe that exactly where you are is where you’ve always needed to be.

Kissing is for poets, dreamers, motorcycle rebels, day laborers, night crawlers, early birds, and bridge walkers…

A kiss is always just a kiss,

until it is both sunrise and sunset.

Know the difference.

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Creativity, Tattoos

Posted in Creativity on 24 januari, 2013 by Saranna

I want to know all the stories behind of your tattoos. Which one is the one you made for everyone who made you stay, which one for everyone that left.

I want to run my fingers across your skin in soft circular moves, connecting each and everyone of them with imaginary threads of gold, a twisting storyline.

Let me see that smile once more, that sparkle in them blinding eyes. Tell me all your stories, I’m all ears and going nowhere.

You’re like a book without covers, so easy to read, just soft pages. Some with a story, some waiting for their turn.

But I want to hear it in your fragile voice, tell me… Where do you stand? Where are you now? Are you okay?



Inspiration. Sunrise

Posted in Creativity on 11 januari, 2013 by Saranna

A rising sun, a gentle breeze through the window. The soft sheets and your warm skin. Your blond hair spread all over the pillows, curled up from last night. Your blue eyes piercing the sky outside and a soft lingering smile on your lips. I can almost feel you through that photograph, the way you felt that morning, when the world stood to a halt and started spinning the other way. When you were alone but finally saw that this is not the end, the world isn’t going to end.

Not yet.

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Lite kreativitet, för omväxligs skull.



Posted in Creativity on 22 oktober, 2012 by Saranna

At some point you can’t run any more, you’ve gone the distance set.

There’s still a lot ahead, but the this phase is over.

That’s when you stop, stay, and just watch the sky.

In your world you’re the all mighty god and you thoughts are law,

but in the universe your troubles are just tiny specs of glimmer

on a starry night sky.

Har haft en stor del lösryckta textfragment tvinnandes i huvudet den senaste tiden, meningar som avslutades på hälft och tankar som aldrig hade en grund.


creativity boost vol. X

Posted in Creativity on 24 januari, 2012 by Saranna

I’ve been running around on the same ground, with my head in the clouds, and my feet on the ground.

The thought of you sometimes makes my heart skip a beat, your smile makes it go even faster, rushing towards an unknown future.

Sometimes I wonder, will this smile ever end? Or are we just too young to see what’s coming?

You’re just like a drug, when I’m with you I’m high, and without you by my side I just crave more.

Even just a touch, or a smile, to make me go weak.


With you I’m real.