I'm trembleing
My hands are cold
Nervous
Cos the test is too close
Too close
And my mind not free
Full of words
Right words, wrong situation
Wrong words, true situation
Why am I thinking of you
The most normal person
Invisible in the crowd of humans
But incredible in the overabundance
Of humanity
And I keep wondering
If you feel
What I feel
Panic before catastrophe
You, before panic
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
I should be quiet
I should sleep
But impossible
Feelings too deep
Seems like the thoughts
Are screaming in my head
How could I sleep
Cold air is crushing the heat
And I feel standing still
Liquid blood turns into ice
Burning volcanoes explode
Frozen river in my mind
Souls on fire
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
We laughed and we fought,
we cried like children ought to
We pulled our pinwheels
against a never ending sky
pleading for the moon to stay behind,
if only for a little while
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
There's a melody in my head
A song
I don't know the words
They were running out
But I know the feelings
I want to let them out
Out
But when
But how
But who would recognize them
Outside my heart
So I keep dreaming of you
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
I'm destroyed
I'm full-filled
Complete
And shattered
Is it your fault or mine
Or love's
Little lovers' hope
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
Unfearful
But full-filled with fear
Oh dear
Waiting for a sign
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Love is like water.
It has no colour, no smell, no taste.
It is neutral in everything.
There is no joy in love, nor any sorrow.
The only thing we gain from love itself
Is the relief, like drinking a cool glass of water
On a hot, relentless day, or for some,
A desperate need for quenching the thirst
Of one who was dying of dehydration.
Besides that, all else is down to the person you love;
What you love about them is what turns the water blue, red,
Or the colour of galaxies.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
it hurts
and I cannot describe it
no scars to see
but too many scars inside
my words
and all my thoughts
do not make sense
I want it to stop
but cannot imagine to live without
and everything reminds me of you
not just your smile
not just your stories
not your body
not just your voice
not your hands
I mean, You
Just You
Nothing and no one else
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
the poet?
don't ask me who he is
the poet?
disappears
and leaving words
the only legacy
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
everything was unexpected
the smile
the look in your eyes
the perfection
with all its mistakes
and the beauty
without being beautiful
and a laughter
and the jokes
and the hands
and the melody of your voice
and the distance
as well as being near
and the destruction
and the hope within
crashed me unexpected
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC