There are no distractions
        at 3:10 A M

There's not even a breeze
       no stirring of wind

I sit alone in silence
        listening to nothing

No , no I'm not in any
        kind of suffering

Just letting my consciousness
        expand beyond the borders

Beyond the mountains
        and the sea's waters

Not even the space
        surrounding the stars

There are no limits
        as to just how far

My universe
        is my man made cosmos

A thought turning to whim
        Seen through like ghost  

I sit alone in silence
        but I'm not really lonely

I have all of my friends :
        mayonnaise , mustard and lots of baloney

it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies

I try to be just something, but I never get it.
I never get that thought,
That right thing,
That bad thing,
That I have no idea of what it is.
I can never catch that moment,
When you hold my hand like there's no tomorrow,
Like I'm unique,
Special.
I can never appreciate you like I know you deserve.
I can never love you less.
I can never stop of feeling alive with you.
I can never not want you.
It's your fault,
I know it is.
And even with all this I never get it,
I can't be just something,
Because you make me feel much more than that.
You make me feel like someone,
Someone that exists.

Dancing to the background music
as I will sing song
Will you correct the lyrics?
When I am wrong???


Five will turn to fifty
Days will vanish in air
Will lead me to the path?
If I will get lost there

Together we will be
Whether the days are good or bad
Will you stay my side?
Whether happy or sad


Vision will get blur
Words will get slurry too
Baffled with the surrounding as I will stare
Will you say those three words????
Even when less I will hear

When we both are too fragile
And nothing will make sense
When all things have been often changed
When I will get too old to even remember name
Will you still love me????
When I will not be same

i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****,
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.