too many stories
poems too
ours is stuck in a place

we can not see clear

hazy our love

nothing ends
it changes way
bandit today
not in the mountain

butterflies flying in my front of
they will die if keeping
suffer love
hard facts

nice-scented flowers
if we touch them they will disappear

flowers for butterflies
we are different ,difference worlds

cry for without tomorrow world
we are walking in a dark corridor
bravo to those who have fearless steps

but the cliffs are innumarable

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

exploring the oceans
starts on its own shore
without knowing shallow
person who met with deep

you guess what lives

questions Mr. Character
won"t get anywhere
when you do not know your answer
you will give open
maybe this will be your end
they will hit you from the weak side
do not slight Mr. Character

trains came and went
our sight
trains takes our hearts

we heard a silent scream
deeply
the hairs standing
growing a fire

every farewell is difficult
human drowns
in a sea of pain
unbearable views

witness station

fall like a feather
slowly and sliently
no necessary to noise

precarious
day is starting
life
very ineteresting
you
question

a child
chasing kite
major error
depending on the wind

desires

you look for threats that don't happen
when the danger comes from
what are you afraid of

I am in a forest full of traps
you are talking about the view
what are you talking about

we are on land covered with mines
you don't believe it before someone blows
what do you think of death

if you call me
I'm chasing my dreams
you living the truth

so hard to see

we're in different places

there is a ride for everyone
the decision was taken long ago
but has not been went
our inside the longing

night enters our dreams for a long time
if it will not be  unlikely dreams

uncatchable a fish must be
our dreams
otherwise our hook would not to be empty

not been  ever asked
our fears
otherwise our secrets revealed

unknown never veiled
our wrongs
otherwise our crimes would decrease

no longer are invisible
our old fires
otherwise our room doesn't with candelight lighting

last
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Every story will end one day

on the one hand,heavy emotions
on the one had,empty words
here all issue this

we understand what is
what our emotions

hallucination life
words and emotions

get next to the last picture you drew
tell me your colors
no black and white
tell me your choice
not finished yet
tell me why

even if I do not understand from the picture
nice to hear your voice
tell in a whisper

I want to know the music you know
I do not want to listen
you tell me

feelings reflect in your eyes
enough for me,tell me your inside
let me know you
tell about your life

tell about your places at lenght
let me know your wheather,your water and your soil
let me see your view
let me go to your roots
tell deep

I want to ask a lot
you tell,I will listen
I have no job but you
tell me about you
not enough, tell me other than you

shortly, sweetheart
tell me everything

you are like a point in my eyes
whereas how much have you grown in my dream

when I take the last warn
the street lights were still burning
and there were no more footsteps

it is not logical
chasing a dream
but it is hard life the truth

leave it like a feather your body
then it won't hurt to fall on the ground

spring lived the other side of the shore
and every spring was short
like rule was on this earth
didn't invariant

even the ones on other side

each bridge builds for own people/but sometimes this perspective it is
being their end

extinguish the sun
full sequence
shortened shadows

this dead-street ,Darling
no way you go
brutal dark crashes
even one footstep doesn't hear
you fall and no one would know
only I know
unbearable to wall
you lay to my heart,Darling

eyes deepened
in the sharpness of pain
the storm appeared
on the inland seas

there is no shelter port at nearby

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

sandstrom
we  can't walk

cliff
we can't pass

Ocean
we can't swim

for love it won't interfree
we unite in a dream

separation was sleep on a board with nails
death for those who  do not know the tecnique

silenty it progresses
every moment takes to a place
actually no never static
when there is a spinning world

to a terrible ending

(moment poetry)

don't need a lock for the heart
there are eyes

your life don't have enough
there are uninhabitable

it doesn't end with words
there are won't be told

sweat- smelling calendars herald separation
bows ready to shoot arrows
we are like a clogged painful flood
revive the last spark
before our excitement is over

your every job you've done with it
now,cleaning your knife

you calling to cut whatever
you contaminate your knife always
unwashed your knife can you see
now,cleaning your knife


your knife ******
happened to the ****** weapon
now,cleaning your knife

don't you go back

I live with your dreams
since the past

I can't be happy you are already back

I miss your dream
since I broke with real you

it took along time to get used to your absence
since that day I'm not looking for your presence

a shell cracked more
no one heard

the whell is turning
do you know
for all of us

why the sun goes
only for night
it is designed that way
for all  of us

deads Mr. Character
some where dead while lived
some people lived in case of their death
the same for all of us
but nothing has changed for they
they were deads Mr. Character

broken laughters
in the pit mirrors
if you've noticed
great illusions
in the size of time

somebody match won with number
somebody with knockout
result unchanged for the loser

someone won at love
someone at gambing
other player lost both

cruel face of life always such

the end of each road is not visible
even if you look through binoculars

and have never held responsible for flowing blood
the bullets from the guna leaf fell from more branches
share how you mow the wind
leaves from the trees still will not give up

I'm not asking you
the stars are so far away
to be untouchable
I never thought of it

there's a reason always,honestly

dark is guilty
we were seing
roads are responsible
we were walking
ends are different
we were knowing
and cold is true
we frozen

he asked a statue
what was a heart of stone

big mistake

dreams in the clamp
distorted colors on table
do you realize that a feather falls
something's missing

now's not the cuckoo clocks

we fell for the noise of dry tight lives
whereas heroes stay away from gaps
the wind extinguished the faint light of legends
finally we got some bad news always

a fog
on a  deserted road
who have to walk

each step unconscious
in an ancient cave
what is fire on

a simple act to go
the results heavy
time is a death sentence

what we expect from stars still
when the sun came out

you let  me for love
the roads closed
it does not  matter for love

pain is change
same colors are lost in the sky only
do you know
alike some people

There was a barrel of anger in our house
They said,you not  opening the cover
I wouldn't have listened anyone
Now the halter is in my neck

a scream
when we born
why

we then understand

a echo
when we die
remaining