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

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...

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

Little boys with guns and roses
Little boys with tons of doses
Chatting by the willow tree
Mothers are crying into their tea

But what if I took thee
And showed you their gun machine
Would you still be in a dream?
Or finally hear their scream?

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 :)

Blank paper
So pure
Let me corrup you with thoughts
And stain with blue scars

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

The metal boxes which burn people’s eyes

Are a way to escape one plague by immersing into another

On it the people are communicating with portraits

That look like deceased ones' photos

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

It runs through it's masters veins
With a thick consistency that stains
The journeys that it usually takes
Often are in snowy plains
When it stops, it makes chains
Of epic tales that advance our brains
After the centuries it remains
To help us in the quest to obtain
The knowledge we seek to retain

Night's breeze kissed my nose,
And as stars were hanging on trees,
I looked down and I saw you,
Waiting for me patiently,
On one knee.

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

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

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

If I had a big paper plane
I would be a pilot of it
And visit your dreams

There was a village
Called Ludnica in maps
Quite old and vintage
The population reached 100 at max

It was known far and wide
For it's weird rules
Everyone had to abide
And dress like white ghouls

Half of them were blacksmiths
Working day and night
Others had to submit
And were to be polite

Every once in a while
Another black sheep would appear
Some even hostile
Not understanding why they were there

Then the blacksmiths' work would restart
They chipped away the metal chains
Reshaped the mind part by part
Untill the sickness didn't remain

"Where was this Ludnica?"
You might ask
But don't search for it
Because it will find you at last

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

My memories are gone
Not that I'd like to remember
The last time she didn't hit me
The last time she treated me better

Word - blood

She's not ordinary
Her blood is blue and thick
It doesn't smear nor leave traces
Just causes her pain and makes others sick

She's truly not a witch
A descendant of lazurite
What once was a nation in Atlantis
Now a lonely remain

She's not royal
Her blood is simply not
But the way it slowly trickles
Makes the show worth a lot

So she lives in a circus
As disgusting oddity for some
Because her blood is blue
And the show of cutting is worth a ton

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?

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

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?

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

Kaip žalia ir gražu pavasario vidury
Aš stoviu ant pienės rusvo žiedo
O tu tik krioki, tik vartai akis
Bandai sugriebti mano rankas liesas

Tačiau atskris mano fėja ne už ilgo
Ir keliausim abu į gražų rytojų
Nebesustabdysi manęs mirties šūkiais
Nebeatimsi mano būsimo rojaus

Little iridescent droplets form in the clouds
And start falling just like shooting stars
They sing, they dance in each other's hands
Play piano notes in the beach sand

A young grey seagull flies over my head
Celebrating the end of shower
Sunrays run along azure sea ripples
But I don't pay my mind to this matter

I start following steps left behind
Jump from one footprint to another
Hoping I can catch up to you
Or that the waves would erase them slower

You turn around and blind me with a smile
My heart is now a thumping mess
The hue of pink on your face
Really, is the colour of my happiness

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

Pelytė Zita nukurmėjo po šluota
Mano meilė sūriui saugi
Nom nom
Aš ir vėl likau vieniša marti

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...

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 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

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 :)

Time runs like the sand through hands
This frail creature's fate is nearing it's end
I'm selfish to be the first to go
But happy to be sent off by a lifelong friend

I might never see you again
But your love was precious like wind
So wild yet calming
Not worthy of a mere symbol like ring

Take this hand and never forget me
Cry as much as you can
Then finally release it from your heart
And build a monument in your mind

My last breath will be spent on your name
And this is a promise that I'm not afraid to say

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

Aš kvaištu
Trošulį tavimi malšinu
Išeik laukan dar sykį šią vasarą
Ir palik mane lavonu po jauno rudenio rasa

Išsižadėsiu aš vardo
Atiduosiu tau viską, ką galiu
Nunuodyk mane savom lūpom
Meile, aš tavimi tikiu

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

Jasmine scent lingers
I fall down on grass
The sky is different
It wasn't as blue in the past

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...

Hey! You there!
The one with the big ideas and dreams
Why are you slumping along
The society's current ideals?

Why are you not expressing
The creativity bestowed to you by your childhood?
And instead trying to reach
The ideal adult's falsehood?

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

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.

I learned how to count
Now I see the hurt it brought me
I obsess over numbers
I count these likes daily

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

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

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

I hate mirrors
I would blind them if I could
So they wouldn't tell
What they saw under my hood