i'll give you a riddle,
but you have to guess:
you can solve your pain with it,
within you can drown your mess.

why did you leave me in silence,for so ******* long
why did you leave my mind all scattered,now i dont know where i belong
why did you lock me in this room of memories
why when you didn't mean to return my call,
i'm sick of this,of your stories,
this time i won't take the fall...

why you bother to come back now,how long has it been?
i forgot to feel love i forgot the sun, the wind
why come now..oh god,you are so mean

why do i fall for you so easy,the moment i see your tears
all of this time,all off your flaws,all of you i've missed...
when will you visit this room of mine,where you let my body to rot
i'll start to hate you until you return...i'm lying..ofcourse i won't..

in a field of daisy bells ,
where the hopes are laid,
there has been a thunderstorm,
that abolished them all away.

You wear the halo like a crown,
you come from heavens in the nights,
and you leave me with a shimmeting dawn,
gleaming with the stars that revolve around you.

if i were you,
and you were me,
what would you do,
when you realise that,
you are so madly in love with yourself?

from all the books i have read,
i have imagined my life to have much better storyline.

You left me.
why can't i leave you?

Would you dance with me,
somewhere far away,
in a small hotel room,
while kissing farewell the day?

?

Will i be properly loved?
like i wish i would?
Would i be able to properly love,
like a maiden should?

Ironically i wait for time,
to grab me and feed off of me,
taking my youth,innocence,smile,
my memories and people i love ,
so it can create new things out of me
like a playdough, it chushes and takes,
so it can make new things out off the same flesh.

You make an intelligent fool out of me.

a smile
a kiss
a promisse
and few thing you say:
three words wrapped in smile
seems i'll be happy today

in the darkness i sit and cry,
i weep quietly into my sheets
until a child in me has drowned
while everyone that knows me sleeps.

the dawn is stuck in the rain,
the sky got bruised by the storm,
the hollow wind lulls my pain,
makes my torment feel so warm.

the rain patters on the dry ground
it sings its soft lullaby into my ear
and all my screms won't make a sound
your whispers in a storm make my tears all disapear.

I called the service,
told them about the malfunction,
they say switch it off and turn back on.
Didn't do much.
I sent them to replace it,
they said that don't deal with hearts.

I picture my funeral,
people dressed in black,
which cut loose the rope,
tightening my neck.

I have questions i can't answear
while i am still alive,
like would she shread a tear
if i really die?

i have things that hunt me
while i sleep,
i have one enourmus problem,
my life is hard to keep.

tonight i'll picture my funeral,
and people dressed in black,
as i tighten the rope,
and put it around my neck.

i wanted to commit romantic suicide
by hanging myself with your fake hair
i wanted to commit romanic suicide
by cutting my wrists with your hair clips
i wanted to commit a romantic suicide
by drinking your beauty pills.
but as fake as you are i will just commit a fake siucide.

I am so happy now that you have left me.

if you were a colour
then you would be blue
like a simple weding charm,
that i gave to you.

if you were a colour,
then you would be blue,
like a warm summer rain,
that falls on your curves.

if you were a colour ,
then you would be blue,
like an ocean calming wawes,
that sing me a blues.

if you were a colour ,
you could only be blue,
like a sadness in my lonely heart
when i think of you.

if you were a colour
you would be deep blue,
like the marble on your wedding dress,
when you said "i do".

if you were a colour
you'd be blue,
the colour of my heart
the colour of my solitude.

Poems are made of sadness and pain.
of heavy down pours of hate and rain,
Poems are made when world gets wide
from a pain that cuts from side to side.
Poems are made of you and i,
of broken promises and rusty smiles.
Poems are made to **** my hate,
to **** the  ***** who carries my fate.
Poems are way to shut my rage,
to scribble and cry on an empty page.
Poems are made to keep me in place,
with a smile and a crown, living with grace.

hey jessy if you were here,
what would you say right now,
would you pat my back and stay,
until the dawn comes around?

hey jessy would you let a tear,
for all the nights i cried?
i think your story is as sad,
behind your broken smile.

you and i?
or me and you?
how should i put
this lovely two?
in a world of my own,
with a feeling i'll never show (:

today i watched her play with her hair
i watched her cute little fingers while
she raveled it, she made braids, a ponnytail
i was charmed , i was lost in the time.

.....completey taken by that innocent smile

it is not about the choise,
you are going to make,
it's not about her,
who's voce you're gonna take.
Today is all about me

she stood in a hallway
arguing with me
she said yes i said no
she asked me if she
should stay
i told her to go
her soft palms were shaking
i didn't dare to break
but still
if she'd let a tear
it woud be all that it takes.
i didn't tell her my feelings
because she would have strayed
i knew this wasn't place for her
and i couldn't stay in her way.
it was a monday,it was cloudy
i tried to look away
it's so hard to remember
(it was middle of a may)
i wanted her to think of me
i couldn't dare to say...
i tried to look aside
but i still remember the dress
she wore that day.

i am meant to die in a heavy snow,
in a land of forever, never to be known.

father you went to war you left our home
there are a few thing you said to me
before walking away and leaving us all alone
you said "son, the world must be saved,you see"

you've put your heavy hand on my head
i didn't dare to move or shred a tear,
i clenched my hand hard until it was ****** red,
the colour of missery and fear.

the blood was spilt on the ground
the thirsty land absorbed it all away
the bullet sounds in my head were so loud
were these days for you also gray?

Molly doesn't remember you,
she only remembers the dirt
( from war)
tell me father did you save the earth
as you said you needed to?

When you are here :
the world stops spinning
gravitatins is out of system
Ainsteins seems stupid
equasions are boring
nobody seems to listen.

when you are here:
you shrink universe
you create different kind of space
you change laws of physics
you put Newton to discrase

when you are here:
my heart goes crazy
big bang starts to occur
amplitude of my pulse seems to change
feels like dying,but this kind of love i prefer.

I go contantly in circles,
the past and the future addled together
making a bow,
my hands shake so desperately,
i don't know which way to go.
What awaits me in the end,
i can't help but to fear,
deeper in hell i descend,
with every falling tear.
Which way to select,
so my heart won't ache ,
i can't help but to suspect,
the past makes me fly into a rage.
No back ,no forth,
when i said to myself "i'm fine", i've lied,
my compass shows no south or north.
                   Can't you see that i am terrified?

We all live this life like we have many more,
and this one is just an experiment.

you are a gemston of my heart
beloved lady.
you are the tune and the verses
to my melody.

you are the prettiest of all the women
beloved lady
the grace you bring with your presence
noone can surpass

you put a shade over the whole world,
my lady.

there are few things i don't know where she learned
like :  "don't cut your whrists,i'll leave scars,
make it somewhere where no one can see."
about her knowing those things should i be concearned?
i have never known she was like me...

Be strong,
there is more of you inside then mere sadness,
so get a hold of yourself,you can do it!
I strongly believe that the desteny is something that we choose
so you just have to make it the way you want it to be!

some times when i lie in my bed i think of various books i have read.

I think of all those charascters so beautifly shaped, about the heroes and their bravery, how might and heroic they are,i remember my dad sitting and leading me trough enchanted worlds of fairytails,i imagined kingdome made of pure white marble and thir princesses in those heavy dresses,i imagined villans baithed in evil,standing in the darkness, and died cowardly.
I had the most wonderful world in my head, i was fearless, i was a knight of my own kingdome,i was a good guy,the one who brings justice the one that slashes evil dragons and saves the beautiful lady,the one the crowd likes.
And along the way everything got blurred,the princesses were drag queens,the kindome didn't exist ,and i dont know what went wrong,i don't know if i am a hero anymore,or a bad guy,i grew up thinking that justice beat evil,always...actually i have imagined the world differently...
                                   but this definietly wasn't the ending i imagined.

I have never been a human in my life.
That is because from the day i was born
i decided to be a bird.
And that is how i became what humans
call a "poet".

Have you ever had someone
that could sweep you off your feet,
and you cannot help yourself
but feel captivated about their everything?

I wish i was one of your stars,
just to revolve around you.

I am the Atlantis,you are my sea,
i slowly sink into your depths,as you devour me.

a lovely a song deserved the heart
but then i lost my rest
then i had put my guard
cuz it sounds like my past
so i clicked unlike .