Laments of sadness
in the middle of serene nights,
fragmented hearts
wrangle scrambled minds;

shadowed mistakes, open wounds,
profound mysteries of once reality,
myriad eyes failed to perceive
the intrinsic meaning of a poetry;

arbitrary decisions can lead
loud confusions to imprint,
but an ink of a poet's pen
evokes concealed feelings.

You cornered me between the book case and the wall,
And whispered something like...
"Wordstastebestfollowedbyakiss."
I thought the same thing about cigarettes.
About Georgia, about falling.

.... And then I thought about the jammed arm on the record player.
And if the dog needed to go for a walk.
And how I really don't want to clean the bathroom at work.
Or any bathroom, ever, really.

Thought after thought came and left my mind...
And now I only think about going back.

my greatest creation
every time i fall
to  my own instinct,
my loveliest breath
every time i'm suffocated
from that garbage of tears,

here, i could do anything
my heart desires:
i could burn the rain,
i could freeze the fire;
no one can hurt me,
i control everything
like turning every sunset
into sunrise,

hey!

the coffee on my metal cup
is now getting cold,
i should drink it up
before i will lose the day;
the alarm clock above my head
is now shouting so loud,
i should better wake up ---

to face the reality...