I write poetry to get to know myself
When I forget who I am
I go through my spilled verses
And I remember.

The fairy stood at the rock.
Her golden eyebrows fallen down.
I could hear her whisper to the waves.
The boy did not show up today.
He is not writing poetry anymore.

i think you deserve a soft epilogue,
my love.
you are a good person
and  you've suffered enough.

New people see my darkness
They get so intrigued
As if I’m something exquisite
Not to be believed
I don’t romanticize it
It brings me to my knees
But I do embrace it
Maybe my darkness is the most interesting thing about me
I think I feel like I exist.

A little smile
A little chuckle
A sincere comment
A simple question 'How are you'
Make my day

But all I get is cold faces
That look that just have stolen the gold
And do not know where to hide it.

Hey slippy bird!»
Take me with you!
Away from here!
Let us fly over the blue water!
Over the trees!
Over the sand and people!
Let me stretch my hands.
Grip on your red, deepred feathers.
And oh!
Be yours for a while!L