life is just a monotony if you fill it with a single thing
take one down and everything falls apart
i remember that afternoon when it couldn't be continued
i remember my knees get weak
i remember falling to the ground
someone should've told me to fight less
should've told me to stop loving short nights away from home
stop admiring citylights from the second floor
maybe i shouldn't have woken up so early
shouldn't have taken early morning showers
i should have stopped myself from living someone else's past
and living someone else's hopes
never try to impress a dummy
even the ones that say they'll bleed for you
i will try to forget how i sound after climbing those stairs
how they picked their microphones and screamed their adoration
this is time to start anew
maybe this time there won't be citylights
but please tell those short trips i'm coming back again
and tell them this:
today i don't have other dreams to die for

He speaks in clichés and I only speak in antithesis.

this is the last call
i try to get the last of everything
the last of the cold breeze
perhaps some fire of your anger
and of my own eyes
(they will not exist tomorrow)

for passengers of flight -
did the sun forget to wake up?
all i can see is shadows!
and the lamps only pierce me deeper
but never through the hollowness

please proceed to -
no, don't tell me to go
don't tell me i have to
i'd go between highway lines again
if it means home

thank you

I've got this fever
Built by the cold night's breeze
Some say I'm homesick
But homesickness goes away over time

I've got this fever
Built by the beds I made myself
There's lack of warmth to keep me alive
And too much heartbeats that don't match

I've got this fever
Built by the early morning loneliness
By crowded lines in noisy halls
And footstep sounds that's stomping my thoughts

I could still hear her say
"Baby, come home.
Keep your anchor down longer this time
And I promise I'll take care of your battle scars."

Baby, I'll come home

time hits me like a full-moon wave
and went back just as fast
time hits you like a breeze
and caresses your skin
(i can perfectly see why
you don't get my fear of getting old)

sometimes i just want to catch a wave
and get closer to the moon
then bring back a reason why
i can't afford to lose you

standing between us is a one way mirror
i'm one of the observants
and you're an innocent child who doesn't know anything

you wait every night for the same thing you always avoided everyday. it comes at three a.m in waves.

first wave:
remember yesterday?
how you couldn't get this right?

second wave:
here's a bit of your past
here are new ways to regret it

third wave:
it will soak you dry
and drain you to sleep
goodnight

sometimes they last longer than you expect
and i always want you to build a boat

I'm not dead yet, sugar.

I hope you aren't either.

I hope you find comfort in the clouds,
The one you don't find in me.

under this blanket of starless skies  i lie
i clench my teeth, and
hope that i can put curses in reverse

i have seen faiths tumbling down
further away from a faraway fate
i always kept my fists clenched

life has offered me blood and tears
but never told me whose are they
i decided to stay low
i've had enough of my own

i can put curses in reverse
God bless the sad and selfish

this is a story about a war
angels looking for completeness, and
reapers in uniforms

we raised our flags
they raised their guns
we filled the sky with our cry
we heard gunfire gunfire gunfire

you can never
ever
feed the hungry with bullets

four angels went home

do demons really run,
when a good man goes to war?

i will fill you with apologies
let them flow through your teeth

i will give you roses in the form of words
clean of their thorns
growing without their soil

i will fill every protagonist gap in your story, and
be the "you" in each of your poems

i will be the stump of every tree you cut, and
seeds of every tree you plant

i will make you one hundred
as i die out as a hero;
your zero

the mile ride home doesn't feel so brief, and
on my way home i need to stop by the jet wash
now that you took our favorite mixtape
i realize that this lonely war is quiet
i can hear the engine humming
yesterday it was muffled by your breathing

isn't it odd?
i'm sure you didn't smile triumphantly either

there's just too many locks i hold, and
i can't remember which one's for home

i read somewhere
that when you can't sleep
someone's dreaming about you
i'm sorry
but last night i had three dreams
two of them are nightmares
nightmares about you
and you almost fell asleep in the bus this morning
i'm sorry

*i read somewhere
that when you have dreams, you are sleeping rather well

We once lived near a school, I swear to god I could still hear those little kids screaming excitedly. When you look outside the window you would ask me if I wanted to learn anything more, and I would say I learn new things every day just by looking at you. You would smile and say that you're nothing compared to the universe. You were always right, then you would ask again and again and I would answer the same.
What you never knew is that you're the answer for the blank spaces I always had. You never knew that no calculation would fill my head so well, and no map would make me feel so small like your eyes.
I don't know why you are still looking for answers, but whatever it is, I hope God listens to my prayers.