pale colors time
silence intense
everything closes in
cold views

a cat chills out now
who is feeling

decay was finished
in our souls
inefficient steps
the road sliding beneath us

we can't go anywhere

aware of who
we are going in circle
worldwide

in the losers club
no gamble

say nothing to winds
gets to far

you don't fall in to waves
gets to far

don't believe the lies
gets to far

ignore challenges
stay here

like lasso
love always
until you connect

after loosening
wild horses
until calm down

tell to winds
kites don't fall
then children cries

and wars has to end
dying children

nice ends tales
in reality has lot of a pain
is based on children how

growing children and issues

power ends
long road perhaps
shaked nightmares

the stars are falling
looks at the earth

a handheld game plays

newbie painter
teaser
puzzlement welter
bamboozle
probably potent
easy
tormenting questions

beyond belief dreams
so,away facts
single-lane roads
human cramped lived

between real and surreal

there was fog always
hidden in the blind spot
half lifes

an asteroid is coming/silent threat
our world is target/fear grows
slippery it becomes increasingly difficult to ground

love takes delivery before
freedom ends when
the happiness is captured
the tale is live
painful is fire

finally woken up

the wolf nose
strong arms
for live

not to create interesting sentence
hard to make life interesting

you will watch the flow of the water
to understand the ground

painful memories standing in my road
who puts the nails
the roads are already dangerous
who wants barriers

no responses

good pictures are noticed late
good painters after silence

time dragged to a spot
when everyone is in the same spot

the shadow of the truth comes out on the sun

blind spot
paralyzed vision
unexpected lifes

changed scenarios

prohibited areas
deep cliffs
funky steps

same ends

need scissors to life
extras are heavier

always wind provoked waves
in fact,are often invisible the enemy
only sensible

so real is misty

the sky does not know the blue
the rain does not feel wet
if there is no human

the stage does not complete

I saw the bitter truth
makeup with breaking by a tear

I saw the power of silence
the greatest answer was silence

I saw the biggest of the fire
the fire of love when the heart falls

I saw literal endings
because it hasn't changed the road

you have not seen I saw
we looked at different places,why

sunset comes
sadness silently
captured birds
flutters in networks
hopelessly

circulates stories
on empty streets
uncertain hero
last words
said depressed

each file
sneak closes
deep pains
in the cellar of the heart

we are used to
to cold showers
every day
a different scene
no the rule of the game

everyone in their own way

a child
chasing kite
major error
depending on the wind

desires

if  you wake from a nightmare
give me a hug not to your pillow
even thought I am not near
you feel with all the warmth of my love

screams in my mountains
who hears,I ask
desolate plains
the birds remains silent

no responses

I was afraid from dotless sentences always
just because we can't stop

outgoing wild horses from my heart
who can stop stubborns
however,they are looking for it
the vast sky must be
who painted borders

no responses

without water in the well
to be a bucket
sometimes this life

High
Ordinary
Place
Every

hold out your hand

lifes are fight blinds
targets are digress

fall like a feather
slowly and sliently
no necessary to noise

believe are foolish sometimes
sometimes the only refuge

why we cry out
is the fire extinguished by skinny water

why we fear
from life as a scary movie

why we cool down
suddenly from everything

we'll wonder why
what is certain is the end

uncommon footages
the lamb loves the wolf
cartoon characters

return
from deaf gates
empty-handed

silently
shadows filtered
from the darkness

sometimes
decomposes colors
from the lights

every shade of every color ever used
so I made colosless pictures

I called,hadn't an appropriate subject
I made pointless pictures

if you should be my model
my pictures would be different

pours a tree leaf
your cold eyes in my front of
the body wears out of doubts
when your shadow at his door

when putting the ultimate point life

sad mirrors
gloomy faces
many reasons

who,how hides

how a woman destroyed a man
it was night and you haven't seen it
if you saw it,you never couldn't stand

the words was too heavy
you don't heard
you wouldn't believe it if you heard

a woman looked to a man at empty street
we were both there
if we weren't there,we can't live

affective disorder
for ladder
very normal

whose scene
role requirement
will be dead

we can't escape
bells will be ringing for us

Empire of standing on the back of slaves
with in the first rays of the sun lost night like
the secret will in the ruins
a smokescreen will incase to gorgeus lifes

among the ruins
is what you are looking for
painful memories
comes in front of your eyes

the past is the nightmare,the duture is a scenario

this is what kind  city
my into is not included
cold streets
be without you facing to my face in other ways

how is the wall
it built in my deep
obstacle is my
no in my heart's desires

some people indescribable after
some people stuck in narrow passages

they are walking to the desert
we are staring into space

the passengers and ships are restless from the waves

the world is spinning ,we are not aware of,unnecesary

you hear a jun
by the light of the moon
of the dark regions
you are afraid

fragrant flowers
I know you enjoys
you want to pull of
but from thorns
you are afraid

a blue sea
calls for a swim
calm nice
you are thinking vortex
you are afraid

a sweet dream
you want to set up
you'd think it will be ruin
you are afraid

you don't comfortable
from your fears
if I say give up
you think you can't
you are afraid

every garbage
was available once
used and discarded

that was the live
result:garbages and garbages ....

to be lawn
be crushed

to be water
be *****

water and lawn
be happy together

how this last
not requested
but it is happening
nobody knows

except you and I

difficult is written
the poetry of the ruins
suffering is seen only
also dust smoke

half remains
war poems
with a bullet is dropp pens
how peace is written to

short to be
the poetry of though
discusses a lot of few words
real describes

dense must be
love poems
gets into the vortex of every heart
their difficult get rid of effects