in sleep i speak
language forgotten,
to the one who'll never hear,
to man once important
to the man i held so dear.

in sleep i remember
my people,
and the land from where
i come,
all the things i left unsaid,
the things i
could have done.

But i forget all when awake
it dissapears behind my eye,
all except a word Manah,
a word wich means "life".

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.

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.

Why won't you fight for me?
"i am not a  savage ,you know?"
In my world it's called a prince,
and you don't have that title anymore.

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

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.

in wild west there was a tribe,
of men fast as mountain river,
they believed in nature,they had vibe
and gaze that makes you shiver

Suddenly it's been deciced
that they that they become a prey
a white man came to take their land
but they stood in their way

indian only had a bow and an arrow
to fight for his own life
but white man brought some weapons
every one of them died

if you stood on red mountain
you could hear the wind hum a song
soft melody of indian flutes
that are gone for too long

My pillow was weeping  until it fell asleep
that was such a sad pillow lying on my bed..

My floor was bleeding under me,
i have the floor dyed in deep colour red..

The woman in my mirror was looking at me,
it was such a pitiful human that i saw...

And i have some strange feeling in my heart
that she is someone that i know..

A part of my flesh to see you smile?
that is a deal i can not decline~!

she wished she was taller,
her hair was coloured red
if you put the plate up there
you could eat right of her head.
she decicded to be silly
so she made me help her grow
as she couldn't do it physicly
she said she will explore:
She wanted to be smarter
so i gave her some books
but in stead of becoming scientist
she became a cook.
she wanted to be a pilot
i made her a plain
she made hole in a cloud
so it started to rain.
she wanted to be a singer
i gave her a verse
she couldnt sing well
it sounded like curse
she blamed it all on me
for not being taller
excuse me miss,
but just be thankfull
that you're not even smaller

here i am exploring the boundaries
of your mind
(confused,going crazy)
you stabbed me yesterday
with a single word " Never"
and killed me softly with whisper
that was slipped into my ear tonight
with meaning of..."Forever?".

She doesn't know she hurts me,
because she doesn't see my pain,
she never bothers to eaven  look at me
her gaze towards him always stays the same.

My dear girl,
please confront it,
i am no longer a boy!
i have desires of your body,
it's your innocence, i could destroy...

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 (:

Nothing bad happens on sunday.
I love you.
You are looking away,
you want to go,
but you can't leave today,
she can wait for monday,
she can let me have you today,
tomorrow i won't live anymore,
tomorrow and forever you can be hers.

It runs along my side,
it bathes with me in the sea,
it never lets me catch it,
but he captures it in his green eyes,
and then illuminates me.

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

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 is like a song,
That wawers your heart,
a bit sad and happy at the same time.
she dances her dance,
she gives me her speech,
she agrees and dissagrees with me,
although i haven't said a thing.
She tells me about her favourite movie,
she changes topics freequently,
she randomly looks at me
to see if i am listening,
and i listen,
and i watch,
her movements,
her eyes get bigger as she
gets in the story,
she moves her hands a lot while talking,
the curl on top of her head is out if place
and it bounces while she speaks,
she scolds me for staying up late,
eaven if she is the one keeping me up,
and i don't mind,
i silently listen,
but what could i simply say,
when she already knows
my answers.
And if anybody loved me,
only the third of what i love her,
they would go crazy in a second.

why do you try to tell me what to do,
when i've been trough so much that you'll never be?
please,don't act so smart and mighty,
while you are infront of 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 .

he is sitting still
a pen in his hand
a paper on the desk
he wants to write
he can't think of anything
he searches trough his pockets
he takes a cigaret
he lights it
he watches smoke
make circles:

seeing the new universe
of unsaid and untold
the drop of ink
falls on the paper
now,the story can unfold.

the ink spreads on a sheet
starts to form a spider
with thiny legs with
six white eyes
made of smeared blue ink
it inlarges it dances
it does what ever
he wants it to do..
then it dies,
with a movement of his pen
it reincarnates with the other one
it's so fun when you can
play with life and death.
he disperse the smoke circle,
with no trouble or regret.

all the time i stood watching
the way the story was made
of a spider from disperse
he puts a dot to end the thought
what a strange mind he has

seems like we all come here to let go of something
to let go of of broken heart,unreturned love,of hate,of fears,
of people around pushing you,of injured heart,of your worst sins


seems like we have all been facing our deamons for to long
couldn't stay in silence forever and just keep it all inside like we used to
looks like we all look for a way to become someone fixed and new


we all have chased,and cried and pleaded,we all were out of place
feeling useless feeling weak,wished we could be erased..

we had gentle hearts uneasy minds and feelings that went wrong
so we tried to find a way out and it was to release them into a song

Together,walking,you and me,
we are alone,as we are,
neither do you love me anymore,
and neither do i.

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

What are poets made of?
is it luck and charm?
or dreadful heartache
that causes them self harm?

What are poets made of?
is it love and dance?
or a soul that withers
from one lost love romance?

What are poets made of?
is it tweenkly feeling from inside of chests?
or a hurtful silence that reeks of deamons
those dark,lowlife pests?

what are poets made of
i'll leave that puzzle unsolved
i'll just say it's a feeling
that make their words revolt

when did you stop to follow me?
whom did you give the your eyes to,
who does your heart now see?
after all i still couldn't i refuse  you..

where did you stop along the way?
tell me your just a bit tired,
whom did you give your voice to,say!
you are the biggest lier..

i am mute and blind without you,
i am lost and miserable,i am pathetic too
i'll accept everything you bring,
as i tought i must find you!

when  did  you  stop  being  cheerful
why are your hands soaked with tears
where are your ends and your beginings
don't let yourself drown within sillly fears

i was not as perfect as you thought,
and you were not trying enough to make my heart race,
i wanted memories of fun adventures that we'd take together,
the pictures of fun places we'd go to,videos of things we'd do..
you wanted a plain planed life,you wanted to play safe,
to be around the people you knew,you didn't need a change.
But i did,and you weren't able to give it to me.
There will be the traces of me on your soul,there will be traces of you
on mine,
and we will remember each other in cold December nights,
when all alone,we will think of each other with great respect,
but not like we planed.

i thought he was the monster,
and i needed to help you at least,
but it felt so akward,
because you fell in love with the beast.

when he passes by
your heart skips a beat
i can hear it
and i don't know why
i still stand there
just...watching