12:02  in the night
and I miss the other 12:02-s
with you and Dylan’s blues
and no words sometimes
just with the drinks in which we were drowning, but we wouldn't let
each other die.

12:02 in the night
and I am trying to hold your voice somewhere
in the corner of my mind,
but it fades away with every second.
I'm trying to remember the way your left eye would smile
everytime after I’d kiss it,
the way you used to write my body down on random pieces of paper,
the nights in the bars,
the smoke of cigars,
the tissues on which we would write our love,
the morning coffee,
your body next to mine,
your dreams, my tears, your trains,
the station where I've waited for you
so many times,
the way your fingers would touch my skin,
the words,
the flowers,
your shirt covering my body in the morning,
your heart,
that night at the beach,
or the sunrises.
I'm trying to remember
the “you and I”,
the we

I'm trying to remember when did we give up
saving each other
from drowning to death.

Echo: a continuation,
A promise but to
No end
Claiming land on
Horizons untouched
Seeing sunlight
But feeling no warmth

Curse: a burden,
A price on your head
The promise that nothing
Ever changes and
Your revival means
Nothing if you always
Stay the same

God: a faith,
A deity in churches
Made sacrosanct through
Centuries of spilled blood
The only empire immune
To being conquered

that super brief
moment

when something like
sanity
pushes

it

to the corner of your eye

but then
like an idiot
you
-look-

Since when is good enough,
Good enough?
Minimum, easiest,
Thoughtless and rushed.

We're giving pennies
Wanting dollars in return
We expect the gold medal
Without effort, it's not earned

Giving enough
to get by, and no more
Yet expecting the best
From the rest of the world

Too focused on taking
To ever give
But a one-sided life
Is no way to live

Good enough is not good enough
Half effort won't yield a full life.
If you feel like you deserve all the best
You've got to give what you'd like.

I’ll connect with you on the deepest of levels,
in the most common of moments.

That last second of eye contact,

will keep you up at night,

wondering why you haven’t ever experienced this before.

Even though I’ve always been here,

you have not.

So welcome.
This is my world and
 it’s the scariest of the safe.

The safest of the scary.
Trust is mandatory.
So how do you feel?

This thought of mine must be written!
Yet Silence, in its golden gait,
Draws a line and writes within it,
"poems less than great
Are now forbidden"

Anger and Fear raced above
My battalion of emotions and met
Silence in curious revolt;
If not Juliet,
Who is worthy of Romeo's love?

Irrationality ends in violence!
For what it's worth,
Probably not much,
I must here write these words;
I truly do not care for greatness.

I simply wish to write.
To sometimes pull seven rabbits
From a single hat.
Beyond the hits
It is mostly because I forget, I write.

My last breath
Has the scent of your hair
As I close my eyes
I catch a glimpse of your face

While my body grows cold
I gradually feel your warmth
I don't mind going to hell
Because here, I felt heaven