Poems

All the poems in this blog (unless otherwise mentioned) came from my very own head. The style of my poems vary according to my mood, and I only write when I get an inspiration. I never just sit down and think now I'll write poems. I also never seek inspiration, it just hits me, and then I'll write. The subjects I write about have changed over time. When I was a kid, I only wrote about  the nature and holidays like Christmas. And few poems about cats. Then I moved into deeper subjects. Now I don't even know how to classify my poems. But that's good. I know there's all kinds of rules how to write poems, but I never follow them. In addition, I hate when people over-analyse texts. You can never know what the writer or poet was thinking. It's funny how sometimes even I don't know what my poems mean. I think every reader interprets poems in their own way and that there is no right way to analyze a poem.

I started writing poems when I was nine years old. In Finnish, obviously. However, there's one English poem I wrote when I was about ten. It's a demonstration of a bad poem and the English skills of a Finnish ten-year-old, but I'll publish it with all the errors just for nostalgia.

Lovely spring

Spring is lovely time,
everything is fine

The best month is May,
and April is OK

Little birds sing,
flover is king of spring

Winner is sun,
spring is very fun

Flower was one of the first words they taught us, and I still had it wrong.

Another Cup of Coffee

I love coffee in its all forms. Black, with milk, Irish, strong or mild. But my favorite is cappuccino. My day does not start without coffee. I know I drink it too much, but nah. If nothing else, at least coffee gets me out of bed.

Another Cup of Coffee

Yes, I care

Just like the world is fair

Just like there's joy in despair

Just like there's honesty in truth or dare

Just pour me another cup of coffee,

I'll get through the day

I'll get things done

I'll be back or I'll be gone

I'll pretend to have fun

I'll lay down or I'll run

I won't smile

But as long as there's coffee in my cup,

I won't cry

Open my eyes

Say what you like

Go ahead darling,

make it black or latte, as long as it's coffee

Let it rain, let it shine

I'll be fine

There's nothing, there's no time

There's an eternal world

Today,

I'll just have another cup of coffee

Tattoo

Had this few months ago, and I'm already planning the next one. The quote is, as I said in the previous post, from the series Supernatural.

"You always have a choice.
You can either roll over and die or you can
keep Fighting no matter what."

The Comeback

Hello. It's been a while since the last post. Many more or less great things have happened, and I decided to finally keep updating my more or less great blog. So, I turned eighteen (yay), got a driver's license and had a tattoo. I have also collected all the CAS points I made this blog for. But anyhow, I will try to publish my creative work more often and much better. I do all sorts or creative stuffs, but only a small part is somewhat publishable. Maybe now that it's vacation I'll have more time and energy to put some effort on making this a readable blog.
As you might notice at some point, my style of writing (and living) is quite sarcastic. I can promise all my posts will be according to that. I love and hate all kind of irony happening in the world around us. I have learned to be amused by the way things go wrong. Right now, it's raining like hell. I'm sitting in a small cabin middle of nowhere, but I kind of like it here. The Finnish summer: only a bit of snow. Well, no snow here in the south.
You know how they say "love is the answer for everything"? No. Cookies are the answer for everything.

My tattoo (-Dean Winchester, Supernatural)