Aš verksiu
Nes krutinė karšta
Aš verksiu
Nes nerimsta liepsna

Ji nori veržtis ir pro gerklę bėgti
Kitus liežuvio botagu vanoti
Sudeginti orą esantį aplinkui
Ir tiltus, kuriems nutrūkt reikia tiek mažai

Tačiau aplinkiniai nekalti
Kodėl jie privalo kentėti?
Gyvena laisvai
Neturi būti atsakingi


Todėl aš verksiu
Nes taip nuo liepsnos gesindama apsaugosiu
Aš verksiu
Nes jų ašaros sūresnės nei šių akių

I'm so happy I could burst right now
It's like getting ready for my first race
(The sun has been shinning a lot these days)
Adrenaline is rushing through my heart
But I'm standing with a smile on my face

Really, It's addicting
Everytime our eyes meet
The Spring then blooms so sweetly
And the wind sweeps me of my feet

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that's it
that's the poem
beautiful as usual, ane?

O ar žinai, kad vanduo tamprus?
Lyg kokia plėvelė įtempta virš pilnos stiklinės
Jis laikosi, jis kyla
Ir galiausiai it ašarom per kraštą pabyra

O kas mums reikalo?
Toliau žvanginkim absurdiško tosto taurėmis
Tegu pylasi emocijos, tegu pylasi alus
Dalinkimės kolektyviai savo bėdomis

Žodis - užlūžęs internetas (Milda)

Internetas it aš pamokos metu:
Vėl užlūžo
Sunervavo iki negaliu
Gi tiek pinigų tėvai klojo

Tai vartau aš tą telefoną
Aukštyn, žemyn, šonu
Gal pabarškinus jį su kumščiu
Internetas atsiras savo noru

Pasirodo Balticum centras nebuvo atsakingas
Nes internetą vogė mano kaimynas

(arba)

Bet tas šiknius atsisako dirbti ir vėl
Dabar jau nežinau ką kaltinti: telia ar omnitel

Tema = žmogaus sūnaus diena
Žodis = transpiracija

Mes nesibaigiame - ne
Kaip augalai turi ciklą užgimti
Taip žmogus atsiveda sūnų
Jis negali numirti

Mūsų prigimtis to neleidžia
Instinktas verčia gyvūliais
Turime sielas, tačiau jos greit mus apleidžia
Ir liekame tik tuščiais puodais

Tikiuosi ateis kada diena
Kai transpiruosime į dangų
It garai buvusios žmogaus esybės
Mes paliesime Dievo gerybės klodus

Tačiau ar ta akimirka ateis?
Nežinia.
Pakolkas dabartį vadinkime
Žmogaus sūnaus diena

Tears drown
Blood boils

Lips lie
Smile spoils

Nothing more
Nothing less

Can you expect from love
In this game of chess

Sacrifice is needed
To achieve that goal in the end

Who'll become your foe?
Who''ll you befriend?

Will it be worth it?
Will you change your mind?

Is it better to trust secrets to others?
Or believe in a fleeting lie?

I feel regret
M y effort wasn't blunt, but subtle

S o I tried to balance you and me
O r so I thought
R ather it was just me
R ather you were hurting
Y ou have every right to end this

...Im sorry

A grandiose scene
And purle curtains framing it with purple sheen

A stage light smiled brigthly
But shone on the doll lightly

Soft bell rippled the air with noise
Giggles were heard from girls and boys

Suddenly, the doll opened her eyes
Batted her eyelashes a few times

"She moved! She was alive!"
Everyone cheered and smiled

Like a newborn fawn
With childlike innocence she charmed

A marionette's fate is to be controlled
Unless to other she's sold

But after a short rest
She'll have to show her best

I took a walk across the space garden
So many stars twikled brightly
One was so ripe that I couldn't resist
And left a bite in

I gathered others in my basket out of Saturn rings
Then I closed it gently and brougth everything home
Crushed these precious fruits
And scattered stardust across the dark dome

Hope these twinkles will live one more day
And light up the night's sky in the middle of May

In the middle of mother nature’s valley
Surrounded by trees
There stands a vintage cottage
Only it’s smoke is seen over pine peeks

White with red bricks marking its sides
Lovely brown roof round as a mushroom
And near is a witch’s garden
Where all around the year her flowers bloom

She visits her garden daily
Waters the lilies, roses and lavenders
In her petite meditation space she finds serenity
Undisturbed by wanderers

She looks after her house too
Dances while sweeping with a broom
Gives widows a shower daily
And finds doing dishes pretty cool

Then collects a jar of fresh air
And stores it deep in the shelves
Amongst crystals and elixirs
Carefully, because one had already fell

She wipes her cauldron dutifully
Scrubs until she sees her own face
Smiling with the work she’s done
Witch finally plumps down on sofa with grace

She sells potions too!
But it can be hard for more than a few
To find her little hut
Because everyone’s lips about it are tightly shut

Na ir kam tie žodžiai?
Tegu eina po velnių, ant velnių ir su velniais
Gi moku su tavimi kalbėti ir akim, ir šypsena
Žvaigždes nurodau pirštu, už rankos tave vedu keliuku
Na ir kam tie žodžiai?
Jei aš tave turiu...

Drip, drop
The mist disperses quietly
Drip, drop
There are only droplets lying around
Drip, drop
The rain subsides finally
Drip, drop
The silent cries are finally drowned

It's not a promise
It's just a thought about a stroll
With you
Along the park
Along the river
While watching night's sky

Your lust for adventure is thrilling
So lets join forces to combat shared Nemesis
Normal people call her boredom
But to us - she's a witch

A spider I am
More talented than Arachne
My art paints emotions
With words made by threads of lies

A toast to the bride
She got up late at noon
With a wicked mosquito entourage
That ****** her soul dry 'till the rise of the moon

A toast to the bride
For putting on her least favourite dress
For putting up with a mere thought
Of laying with him in the same matress

A toast to the bride
With eyes alive no more
She walks proudly towards towards the church
Getting ready to see a coffin behind the door

A toast to the bride
Everyone still alive in the facility celebrates
While she cries for her future
The priest clangs his glass with his fellow mates

A toast to the groom
A toast to the bride
Both are dead
But only one is moving and alive

I stick to grammar just like priests do to God,
Well I try if I were to be more precise
but in some instances i dont care
i rly dont...

Mergaitė išbėgo žaisti laukan
Saulė glostė jos rudus plaukus
Ji pati grožiu nepasižymėjo
O jai tas ir nerūpėjo

Ims ir šoks per ūpelį
Skels antausį beržui bėgdama
O senelė tik linguoja pavėsinėj
Tik supasi palengva

Jos metalinis korsetas dabar guli palėpeje
Pakavotas nuo vaikystės akių nesuterštų
Negadins jis kitos kartos mergaičių
Tik kalės už atimtus jos metus rudyje

My bed, just like a long lost lover
Yearns for my touch
But alas the yellow blanket I have on
Gives me the comfort I want so much

Winter is a cruel witch
She teases me without a hitch
My hands are cold, nose stings
Nevertheless she's a beautiful *****

Obuolių ir cinamono kvapas šoka ore,
Arbata garuoja, tad skubėk!
Dar atšals patyliukais skonis,
Dar pro langą pabėgs...

Židinys pradės juoktis,
Žarijos pilsis it iš krioklio,
Geltonas pledas, kuris šį šaltą vakarą tau draugas,
Apglėbs ir apsaugos.

Televizorius, elektros prisiryjęs,
Tau "***** dancing" transliuos,
Šaltis, netyčia atklydęs,
Vakaro nesujauks :)

I like you
Your laugh
Your ideas
That special blink you have in your eyes
But I know that he is better for you
And you'll soon realise
That I lied
When I said I don't mind

Yes, it's for you.

If I write my poem here,
Will you read it?
Will you feel my pain?
Or just beat it?

I'm selfish for being a writer,
I'm so proud that I consider myself one,
But still I hope that you can relate to me,
Atleast a bit...I'm not asking for a lot.

So please, aleast you stay,
And hopefully brighten my day...

Aš noriu komforto
Noriu tavęs
Noriu karamelinio torto
Noriu baltų kanvų
Noriu pilnų vodkos butelių
Noriu veido kremų

Tačiau aš jų neturiu
Todėl tu ant manęs šauki
Tu išvykai svetur
Tu nebesikalbi
Tu turi kitų draugų
Tau aš pabodau
Ir neįtikau nei kiek
O tave, mano miela drauge,
Žeidžiu kasdien

It would be fine to hide under a blanket
Warm, sleep inducing, small
My non existant anxiety would be actually gone
And I would be a king of it all

But like in the mornings, a person pulled my blanket away
And left me to deal with another harsh day

If I were to say "I love you"
Would it come true?


Breathe in, resurface once more
Get up! Stand tall...
Flourish and stain my eyesight in pink
My dear goddess, love

Make me want to live again
Make me breathe fire and walk through thunders
Make me grand, make me a giant
I want to feel like that agian

But yet you sleep somewhere else
Somewhere, where I can't find you
It's hard to subsitute
With just mere words


I said "I love you" x times now
And you still weren't there

A nice commodity.
Just a pile of letters, smashed together.
A heart and feeling behind as a meaning,
Is gone as it usually doesn't matter.

1, 2....13...45?
I lost the count of how many times,
I did it. I murdered it's meaning,
I only left cursive lines.

Give me my "sorrys" and "apologies" back,
I just wish I haven't given them away so soon,
If I knew that after those, which were worth a dime to a penny,
Came little useless sounds, that prolonged doom.

Nusprend=iau apversti klaviat8r1
Daba kai ra6ysiu, tai darysiu tingiai
Teks 6ifroti mano tekst1 per kompiuter5
Nes antraip suprasit sunkiai

Bet kai nor4siu b8ti rai6kesn4
Apversiu visk1 auk6tyn kojomĄ
Lietuvi6kos raid4s taps skai2iaisĄ
O 6auktukai - raid4mĄ

The doorbell chimes yet again
He comes in.
The enigma of a man
A regular at this cafe

I make his usual black coffee
With a teaspoon of brown sugar
There's no need to exchange words
I already know the order by heart

He makes his way to the usual spot
Near the bookcase filled with treasures
Takes one out
And devours every sentence with pleasure

The world ceases to exist around him
Those words come to life
Figures emerge from the drawings
He becomes one of them

I wait eagerly for my signal
Just one glace would be enough
To fill my little role in his routine
By bringing coffee in this blue cup

Just small little glance
And my day would brighten
But it seems like waiting will be tough
As he got lost in the neverland again

A math test is serious bussiness.
Yes, very serious bussiness it is.
Tasks were handed out,
But there was one problem...I missed!

What did I miss?
My bus to school!
I took the test in my dreams,
Which, to be honest, wasn't very cool.

So I jumped into my pants,
(Olympics athlete could never do that!)
I rushed through my door with bread in my mouth,
Today I shall conquer math!

...Where's the bus?
Oh, right, I missed,
So I ran back inside,
And grabbed my parents.

The trio of us drove in a car,
But because we were sleep deprived,
We didn't notice one crucial detail,
Up until we arrived.

What happened next, you may ask?
I felt like a loser on an unlucky day,
Because we drove to school,
On the morning of Sunday.



Another poem with same title in mind:


Welp, I guess that's that
I felt like I was the only one,
I felt like a joke that fell flat.

I blamed myself a little too hard,
I could say I laughed a little too,
And that left me in a very bitter mood.

I felt like a loser at that moment,
But I decided it will be the last one,
Because I'm still growing :)

I care about what you think of me,
But I don't care about you that much,
Funny how it works, huh?

I don't care so I didn't pick my words
I rhymed with a help of a site
I do care because I wrote this for you
And my feelings are somewhat bright

I don't care because I chose others over you
I do care because I feel anguish
It's true!
So what am I to you?

Please, cut me off.
I know this was coming.
But I still care about you,
So that's why I'm annoying.

Have you ever felt like you were a plant under winter's rule?
Deep into slumber
Or just like being a bit contious in your dreams
That's how I feel

My feelings are mute
From time to time I reach out to people
But it's annoying them
Because the flow of friendship isn't stable

I live, but maybe the better word is exist
I'm just a name on the paper
A few words without feeling behind
I'm nothing but something is hidden deeper

I'm....a mistake?
Some would call me a shut-in without motivation
A failure even
Some would disagree and give compliments

But it doesn't matter anymore.
Does anything really?
I just exist
And wither away slowly

Belle of the stories
You enchant me with your gaze
You make me feel confused
And trapped in the maze

You feed my love addiction
I'm drowing in your attention
But why everytime that our eyes meet
I feel saddnes just from your direction?

I want to fall
Yet be the supporting pillar to you
I can't give myself away fully
If you're the first one who becomes the fool

Should I?
No, I don't think so...
What's the point anyways?
To productivity I say "Veto"

Dramatic, desperate, delusional
Slowly drifting away from reality
In daydreams where I can become my true self
And distance myself from the current "me"

This shell isn't real
I don't believe it, I hate it!
I picture myself differently
So why can't I act like it?

This ****** cycle of repetition
Dreaming, planning and easily giving up
Sways my confidence
To the sideway of this life's road

But I can't give up
This is the path for me
Although wrong and stupid
It's the only...

I bite my nails to paint the letters red
Calligraphy ******* compare to delicate craft such as this
Fingers, like burning candles, shorten by hours
Everyone has a count of their uses
Long has passed since I touched the paper with passion
Since I carressed it with eyes and poured my potential
Do I even have some left?
Or did the stream end long time ago?
Or I'm just digging at the old river bed?

sunlight peaks through curtains
it paints the room yellow
I'm hungry for a melon

"It's as if the time has stopped" I though
My breath became visible in cold air
Shiver ran up my spine
And I just stood there

Words were gone
Maybe I just couldn't think of some
My mouth was opened with a shock
I realise, back then I must have looked dumb

Then tears trickled down my cheeks
One by one they raced
I lost.
The hope that I had was misplaced

Was I stupid all along?
Didn't I see this incoming predicament?
But there I was standing alone
I was a loser in that moment

I hate what has become of me recently
And for that you are to blame
The sorrow caused by your memory
Brings me bittersweet and joyful pain

I'm crazy
I quench my thirst with you
Go outside again this summer
And leave me a corpse after the young autumn dew

I will renounce my name
I will give you everything I can
Poison me with your lips
Love, I believe in you again

I went to the zoo last weekend
It was quite a nice trip
Sun was shining, the day was warm
Nothing seemed amiss

I slowly blinked whilst I watched moving trees
Sitting in a car lulled me
Or atleast left me in a nice daze

I couldn't hear the shouts
I couldn't hear arguments or trickling tears
I was just sleeping lightly
With headphones covering my ears

Then we arrived - all happy and giddy
A zoo! Elephants, giraffes, seals!
Then finished the whole day
By having a hearty meal

I didn't want to go back
Because I felt the tension creeping in then
Oh well, I couldn't change anything
I guess I would see animals shortly again

I crack some nuts
Same goes for my knuckles
I have yet another poem to write about my feelings
It's the only way of speech with which I don't struggle

A bit before last Sunday a realisation hit
You...don't really care, huh?
I gave you my heart, a ******* link to this page
But I guess I just wanted free therapy
Maybe I wanted you to be here

Friendship is not a constant
I became used to fake cliches like "I'm here for you"
No... No!
This isn't right
This is a temporary mood

Don't promise me time
If I won't be a priority
Selfish, I know that
But I just want to break this cycle of trivial friendships
This....monotony?

I'm not a topic for you to discuss
I'm not a subject for studies
I'm a person
I feel, I see and I'm aware
So stop it, buddy

The colour of sadness is not dark
On the contrary it's one of the brightest colours ever
Yet everyone perceives it differently
And among people noone ever settles

White just like the clouds that day
That passed over my head
My eyes were red and puffy
And blue tear rolled down my neck

Yellow sun mercilessly burned my face
Trees with last leaves hanging
Laughed at my expense
And waved as I passed their lanes





Happy. Delightful. ******* annoying.
I don't care anymore
For me there's that one colour
What is yours?

Before a pretty sentiment
Now a stingy insult
Her death is so elegant
Only by hatred fires engulfed

I miss my childhood filled with sweets
When I played with other kids in the streets
I remember sleeping comfortably in car's back seat
And waking up in my bed in a heart beat
I miss my old toy ship fleet
When video games didn't take that long to complete
I remember my grandmother giving me treats
I was very happy although they were bittersweet
But now I'm surrounded by concrete
While continuing this nostalgia's deceit

The train whistles loudly
It huffs and puffs while fumes sparkle in the air
Wheels start moving again and again
This time - without me.

I don't hold the right to board this train
I lost the ticket long ago
Yet I still keep dreaming that one day
With this pretty train I can reach happy tomorrow.

I got a super secret list
It has some ingredients in it
You see, I'm gonna cook tonight
And have some fun with it

First of there is the main course
Chicken, turkey and a goose
Beef, bacon, sausages
Served with some mango juice

Salad out of  lettuce and cheese
Would make a great side to the rice
And the souce made of chillies
Would compliment it pretty nice

I have to remember  to get some flour
Milk, eggs and butter
Yeast is pretty important too
If I want to make bread fun to chew

But I have to stop daydreaming first
Or else the shop is going to close