What is it?
Why is it?
Is it?

I'm feeling, that
I gave up the best part of me,
But I'm feeling better.

We are all in the same black box,
Cuddled together,
Hating and loving, changing directions.

Who invented the words?
Who linked them together?
Why nobody was stopped right away?

Too many is too much,
And it's still too many.

I don't know, what is my problem,
Probably I don't even have one,
Which would be then my problem.

She wants him to be athletic, beautiful, chivalrous, cute, fun, handsome, intelligent, merry, ****, sweet and witty,
He, on the other hand, wouldn't mind a pizza.

I can't be,
But I am,
It is crazy.

Without giving me any choice,
Your seemingly innocuous voice
Is making me feel oddly hot and bothered.

When in Rom, do as the Romans do, -
Ask yourself, what are you doing there.

The biggest fear of my days
Are my nights,
Otherwise my days are just beautiful.

there is one haiku,
written as 5-7-5,
that answers all asks.

There are so many cute people in this world,
As I've seen or as I've been told,
That at least one of them should be me.

Some thoughts are good as doorstops,
As the person in question is out of motion,
Staying around and possibly blocking a door.

It is important to have a uniformly excellent life,
I repeat, an uniformly excellent life,
Unless you really want to think, to feel and to understand profoundly nothing.

I like mundane little places,
Where I feel invisible,
Where I believe to see everything.

In a huge arid desert there is a big call centre,
Where you call to return your Christmas gifts.
On the phone, the desert storms will sing to you in the hot air,
The unbearable heat will surround you,
Making you forget any stupid returns of gifts,
Which is kind of the point here.

This white handkerchief
Of a new snow,
Has fallen to stay,
But will probably go.

The morning silence in a slight hope and a diffuse fear, that the last year,
Has no days left to be further leaking,
As it has now the honourable title of 'statistically speaking'.

This magical moment,
When you are so happy about a new number,
Even if you're not an accountant (Happy New Year, by the way).

My thoughts are the reality check,
My feelings are the reality,
Who on Earth am I, then?

I told you, 'never!',
But you told me, that I should never say this,
Ever.

I have weird dreams,
I talk strange things,
It's apparently normal.

'My New Year's resolutions are not to lie and never accept any lies...'
(is killed by the fallen sky).

Happy New Year!!! Seriously.
The New Year is coming for you.
The days are getting longer free of charge.
Not much, just March.
Spring is coming to get you.

Short words, long days.
Summer is gone and its trail is cold.
September is getting nervous.
Today is the international day of the end of September.

Autumn is still there.
Winter is coming. You know how I mean.
The season of cold glances and warm blankets.
Everything will be slow,
Often repeating twice,
Just as the days go
Or as the crow flies.
Winters come and go. The only question is when.

I'm getting fed up with this year.
Just a couple of minutes more, and there'll be a couple of minutes less.
The year is going home.
One little second wanted to become a big eternity, but there was just not enough time for that.
This year will be great again!

Days, nights, days, nights, days, nights (bored),
Nights, days, nights, days, nights (bored again),
Insomnia, stress, insomnia, stress,...

The year is fine
If we'll draw the line,
As it's time.

I miss you so much,
I really miss talking to you
About me.

There will be a day,
And before, there will be a night,
As it should,
As it might.

I put an ad that I am sad,
Somebody called, we talked and met,
And now both of us are sad.

Loyal shadows of our soul and mind,
Friends,
Without whom we are blind.

We don't have to be beautiful,
We have to be,
Which is beautiful.

There was an end,
That had only one worry,
To find for itself some exciting story.

A man without any profession
Was left alone on a beautiful planet,
As the Almighty got distracted halfway through the Creation.

You are always fit
To do your little bit,
Just do it.

Once set, we start floating away,
Wanting the stability and to keep problems at bay,
We're floating away, we're floating away.

The situation is getting difficult,
Which is good,
Because it was desperate.

I will love you forever
Or not,
Whichever comes first.

Little thoughts,
Big feelings,
Short days,
Upcoming beginnings.

Normally, I am crazy,
Being full of love and absurd.

The rain is not my strong point,
I go all sentimental, I look out of windows,
My face is coming back,
My face is coming back.

The birds are considering us
As possible egg-producers,
Should we fail at everything else.

I love you,
And please don't get all nerdy and technical about this.

You might be a pig,
But if you're a flying pig,
The sky's your limit.

A human being is an animal,
Who can thank an another human being
For being.

It's not cheap,
It's priceless,
It's where an eternity and a zero are merging together.

Even time like this
There is.

Rivers, oceans, tsunami
Of a strong black coffee,
Burn my world,
Flood my world,
Stay in it.

Your innocence is lost, but what came instead,
What came instead?
Your whole life you'll be asking that.

Two birds once flew to the South,
They came back, founded a family,
Became proud Northerners.