I find solace
in this relentless rain.
It embraces me,
relieves me of my pain.
Drenched completely through,
I start anew.
Not flawless
but forgiven,
true.

If only I, too,

could be quickly tuned.

I would have been the happiest, and by far.


Alas, I’m not an innocent guitar.


My worn out strings can’t possibly be replaced.

The stains in my core can’t ever be erased.


I’m crushed by my burdens, a whole repertoire!


Jaded, woeful, ruined…

No, I can’t be tuned.

When my mind had stopped being my friend,
I learned to believe my sorrow.
When “the thought” persists, I no longer pretend
that it all will pass by tomorrow.
Truth be told, it’s not going away.
It is what it is, despite what they say.
And it can’t be changed by a pill nor a blade,
nor the empty fads our society made.

I also learned that the days in between
can be precious enough to treasure within
the empty space in my broken heart.
So I made a promise to allow my mind
to be sad on the days it wants to be sad,
just like that, without fighting.
it allowed me to put down the blade,
and things became easier, slightly.

When my mind had stopped being my friend
I didn’t really have to fight it.
Not friends, not enemies, we still coexist.
No trust, no pretence — just, one and another.
It is what it is, it’s not going away,
but we no longer harm each other.

You deserve only the best in life:
a big house, a dog, kids and a wife.
You deserve what you've always wanted.
I'm different—forever haunted.
Me staying, will only hurt you more.
I will not confess to you, therefore.
As I leave you to a life of bliss,
let me give you this one gentle kiss.

You played me like a violin

with sweetest words and promises of sin.

And all I did was sing along, dance

in the gentle prison of your arms.



I gave in to your deceiving tunes,

to the symphony of lies and ruin.

Our song didn’t even last that long—

you left me in the rain all alone.



Doing everything to please you, I

lost the melody that was uniquely mine.

As the raindrops wash me of your touch,

I regret having met you so much.

In the rain
through the pain
I'm letting you go.
I don't even know
if you felt the salt
on my lips,
when I kissed
your sorrows away,
paving me the way
to endless torture,
to my misfortune.
Millennia
without you,
my tears
will fall.

I crumble...

Your gentle kiss strikes me like lightning

Under your lips my world falls apart



Like thunder,

my heart rumbles inside. Frightening,

how it yearned for you from the start



I’m melting

from your heated breath like snow.

I wonder

why you thought to kiss me so…

Sing me a melody of sunset hues,

paint me the colours of its symphony.

Kiss me as if you have nothing to lose.

And in return, I’ll gift you all of me.

a wedding kiss —

a promise of forever,

a road to happiness,

eternal bliss.

a wedding kiss —

the line that we would never,

together cross.

forgive me as I steal

this solitary rose

to seal my oath.

You kiss without reservations, always have,
be there friends around, an unfamiliar crowd.

Always bold, you claim what's yours with passion, pride,
drawing a fit of laughter out of your bride.

You care not for daggers piercing through my heart,
or for the way you shatter what's left of hope
I carried through our years of friendship. No, you do not.

As your best friend, the best man, I’ll play the part
but don’t expect me to be here when this marriage falls apart.
She isn't right for you (I am!) You know this to be true, you do.

As soon as you exchange your vows, I'll leave and I won't miss you.
It doesn't matter that everything inside me screams to kiss you.

Ah, who am I kidding? I will be here for your every need.
When everything inside me crumbles, and even when I bleed.
I'm prisoned by my love for you, my dear friend. I can't be freed.

It didn't affect you, my friend, at all.
It was an accident after all.
When your lips brushed mine,
it wasn't on purpose.
Nobody caused this.
I said we're fine.
Yes, I'm fine.
It isn't your fault, no.
At myself, I'm mad
that my cheeks are red.
My heart skips a beat in a hurry,
and my vision is clouded, blurry.
I'm about to faint.
I'm in love
but you ain't.

Lower your voice, I beg, stay away.
Can't you see, I am out of control?
Stop this nonsense. We are friends, you say?
This is something I always have mourned.
I'm so angry with you for your lies.
There's passion in us, open your eyes.
Drop the veil of ignorance and see
how hungry you are for us, for me.
Every time I'm close your breath heightens.
It is maddening, man, it frightens.
Stay away, please, get out of my face.
It's a trap.
I need space.
Don't move, this is as far as you get
Or I snap
and do something we both will regret.

I keep on pretending it's okay,
your kiss isn't splitting my heart in two.
I fathom the ending of this play
this tragedy, starring me and you.
You asked for a favour - to pretend
that lovers we are and not best friends.
I should have said no, but how could I?
Without you beside me, I would die.
your kiss is soft, disarmingly so.
It breaks me that it's only for show.

When she smiles,
you smile in return.
I get sick,
my insides churn.
Sour jealousy scrapes,
burns my throat.
Don't you know you're mine?
You do not.
So lost in your silly crush, in her,
you forget how close we are,
always were.
You don't know my need
to let go,
to kiss you,
so you know.

In a flash of raw desperation
I cry, fight, and steal your attention.
I silence you with a hopeless kiss,
breaking the walls of ignorance, bliss,
crushing our hearts, our poisoned friendship.
I pray on your lips, begging to change
our ways. Desire—I must be deranged,—
it is burning my core. You respond –
I let go. Yes, I must be insane.
Did I break (did we?) our precious bond?
I don't know, but you kiss me again.
and again, and again, and beyond.

He hurt me, you know,
stripped me bare,
burned me to ashes.
I don't care,
don't hurt anymore.
Barely there touches
bring comfort, somewhat.
You kiss me and, see?
I don't hurt, don't feel.
You must think me dumb,
but I'm glad I'm numb.
I don't cry a sea.
I don't hurt — I'm free.

You know that it hurts
when your kiss lands on my cheek.
My heart explodes —
with you, I'm a fool; I'm weak.
You know how I wish
to embrace you whole. I seek
your burning passion
not friendship.
It's irrational
and selfish.
I hold myself back
as my heart falls to pieces,
when your touch ceases,
and everything hurts...
Kiss me where it hurts,
kiss my everything,
love my everything,
just as I love yours.

A lovely greeting,
an innocent lie.
At every meeting,
it hurts as I smile.
I don’t let it show.
It’s stupid, I know.
I’m a friend, a guy.
You wave me goodbye;
you kiss her hello.

A rose's vine
is cold as it twists,
wraps around your wrists.
It's yours; it's a lie—
the blossom of love.
It's crushed by your fists.
The thorns pierce you through,
to your deepest core—
to the bones.
It cuts, burns.
This love is a gift
you never asked for.

trapped in red – can’t escape this nightmare
not yet dead, but i’m barely aware
echoes burn, of your touch, your embrace
will you mourn as I fade without trace?

let everything burn,
bring the world to its knees, to ashes..
let everything burn
as i mourn—
let the flames bring light to this darkness

I want you out of my head.
Your words are poison, you see?
Will i forget what you said
or will it always haunt me?
Hateful, the power you have—
your wicked touch—over me.
I’m bleeding, wounds are too deep.
I’m broken – I’m yours to keep.
I want you out of my head.
I’m hanging here by a thread…

I’m chasing the ghost of attention
through the pages and pages of words.
every time I lose concentration,
I am feeling a little more lost—
hoping, there is something to guide me
at the depths of my heart of my soul—
something able to shine, inspire me,
as I fight to recover control.

I thirst for palms on my skin
to burn through me with desire,
for lips to make my world spin,
to set my body on fire.
I dream of breaths mixed with mine,
as pleasure tears me open.
As fingers brush, intertwine,
my thoughts are left unspoken…
For you, I yearn, don’t you see?
Do you ever dream of me?

so hollow—
nothing but a shell,
a vessel emptied and left without purpose —
she’s drifting through the days, alone and hopeless.
silence, as she fell
in sorrow
so hollow—

a quiet melody—
the falling snow—
enwraps you tenderly
in chilling throw
to ease your restlessness,
the rushing flow
of thoughts of helplessness,
until you glow
and hum the melody
of falling snow.

Some days are harder than they may appear…
When, lost, you spiral down, out of control—
I’ll catch you in my arms, my love, come here.

In quiet whispers, snowflakes hover, dance—
Can’t move, spellbound – it’s all serene, at peace…
I feel at home when snow descends, surrounds.

My heart sings
as I hold the whole world in my arms.
Gentle waves
flow and murmur in tune around us.
Can’t resist—
every touch sets my body aflame,
and I kiss
hoping that—wishing you feel the same.

We chase wild dreams at the tip of our pens,
every word every stroke brings us closer.
But at times, our draft—it just doesn’t make sense…
We can’t help but believe us a poser.
Still, the dream, the pen, calls out to our hearts—
and we try, put it back to the paper.
Every word, every stroke is a wonder!
As our instincts kick in – full of hunger,
we’re hunters that chase, hunt down our prey!
We won’t let our doubts win, lead us astray—
we will howl for our pack, our dearest friends.
Dreams are waiting at the tip of our pens.

There’s a blizzard of words in my mind.
It is blowing and raving inside.
I embrace it, as it tears my soul,
spills on a page till a poem’s born.

Frosty air, crystal laugh.
It’s unfair, when a puff—
a white cloud—is allowed
to break free. I don’t see
why it would ever wish
to escape. So, I kiss
your chapped lips to hide,
to keep
the puff
inside.

I wonder if you know,
there are few things as beautifully blinding
as sparkling diamonds on a sheet of snow
—pristine white snow—
when early in the morning after a storm,
the sun arises, spills its light—spellbinding!
There are few things…
and one of them I know.
I wake up to this wonder every morning.
With warmth, it fills me, and iridescent glow.
My feelings grow
as you look up, your hair spilled over pillows,
and smile so brilliantly, full of love and joy!
I wonder if you know,
you’re more beautiful than snow.

Thick smoke and wild fire
my heart only knows.
I’m lost in desire,
consumed by this lust.
I hear no reason,
just the roaring blaze.
Guide me through this maze…
Your sure touch, your groans—
for you, my heart burns.

I’ve been feeling blue
searching for a while.
Love eluded me—
Such a cruelty
can’t be wished upon.
Autumn days drag on.
Must lose hope, I know…
I’m a fool,
it’s true—
Under this first snow,
I can’t hide a smile
at the sight of you.
Don’t need love,
just you.

You’re a gift - don’t call yourself weak.
Stars and planets are at your feet!
You can hear the colour of words,
taste the shape of different worlds,
breathe the waters of inspiration
in the process of art creation.

Have you seen the wolves in the sky?
There are pups at play, hear their howls?
Clashes of claws? Thunderous growls?
Through the clouds they run side by side.
They are the storm you hear outside.

I wish I were a flake of snow—
a gentle whisper in the night
descending slowly from the sky
to melt, cease to exist, just so
to kiss your cheeks, your parted lips.
I wish I were as brave as snow.

There's subtle, eerie beauty in letting go,
allowing your creation to fly freely
to meet the audience, live its life just so—
it waited to escape your grasp so keenly.
What others feel about it you can't control.
Your inspiration, the readers will ignore
so to get scared, to react with their own feelings.
It's brought into existence—you played your role.
Don't be afraid, it's strong to break through ceilings.

Peace is easily found
under the mango trees:
softly push from the ground,
swing to the gentle breeze,
smell the blooms – every kind,
hear the rustle of leaves...
Heals, the beauty around –
under the mango trees.

Throw ideas around like fairy dust,
draw a seal from sentences, if you must,
summon demons and gods, see them fighting.
Witcher's magic – the process of writing.

To write is to keenly breathe
the air yet inexistent,
to hear the sounds yet unborn;
The power to swim beneath
the stars of a world distant,
and smell a rose without thorns.

Ночь темна. Пусть не видно дороги,
Фонарей недостаточен свет,
Покидают пустые тревоги.
В тишине исчезает их след.

Подлетают к огням мотыльки,
Пронесётся песнь сонных цикад.
На ветру шелестят лепестки
Ста магнолий, пьянит аромат.

Бледный облик луны
Высоко над горой,
Заезды ярко видны,
С моря слышен прибой.
На душе покой.

Вкус соли морской на губах,
Прохлада предутреннего бриза.
Две чайки парят в облаках,
Подсвеченных золотом, и близок
Жемчужный рассвет –
Красив его свет.

Прозрачна, спокойна вода,
Цвета перламутрового неба.
К себе приглашает волна,
И нежно её прикосновенье.
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A feeling
is not love
until it
tears your soul;
until a
drop—a star—
rolls down, cold.

A feeling
is not love
until your
world shatters,
and you burn—
to be reborn.

You cannot stop the waterfall
of sentences and rhyme, at times.
It threatens to consume you all
unless you write the lines, the lines...

A god of the skies—you're lightning!
words pour—they're rain— as you're writing.
Every line, like a thunder,
fills your readers with wonder.
Keystrokes—flashing light
You were born to write.

When your story flows like a river,
words come easy, plot turns deliver –
you're a wizard, a witch of the light!
You're gifted with magic – the power to write!