In unlikely event,
That you like me,
Like me more.

Sometimes,
You are waking up,
But you weren't sleeping.

The winds have changed directions,
But I wasn't sailing,
I was asleep.

beyond the double-edged

sword,

there's no circle's flashing

wield.

to recreate what is beheaded,

if the strike is decisive.

as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities