We never know what we're doing,
We only see what we've done,
With a vague feeling of what to do.

One look into your eyes,
And I can tell
That I have a snowball's chance
In hell.

Love is tough,
But my love
Is gentle and tender,
If it's still love.

I'll be waiting for you,
You'll be waiting for me,
There will be a lot of waiting.

I think about you,
I try to be with you,
At times I am like you,
Where are you?

At some point of time,
I'll be fine, you'll be fine,
At some point of marvellous time.

I am stuck, you see, I am stuck,
In the middle of a stupid attack,
And I am waiting.

I went to my dentist,
we spent a quality time together
and learned a lot from each other.

snow will fall,
Sun will rise,
you'll have to wake up and go somewhere.

Earth is dreaming,
As if being covered
In white rabbits,
Running away.

My concentration is fading away,
Please, concentration my dear,
Please stay.

please, try not to think
about a big, fat butterfly
of an aggressively yellow colour.

I will never be whole again.
But,
Can I have some pieces back, please?

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

Be as it may,
As it may be.

I'm not trying to understand,
I'm trying to forget my previous understanding.

Thank you, you know for what,
If you don't, thank you very much,
As such.

it will rain, and you will understand
that the life is more
that just a current trend.

A midnight omelette
Could be a heaven on earth,
Although some eggs might beg to differ.

The situation is difficult,
We are still gathering information
To know exactly, why it is best to do nothing.

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

There are too many midnights
Until the next morning.

There is such thing as too much reality,
For us to face,
In which Halloweens come and go,
But the horror stays.

My joyful madness isn't harming at all;
Even myself, I'm spared,
Because I'm crazy.

There are times when you can do nothing and that's exactly the only right thing to do. You recognise those times immediately, after they've gone.

I think, therefore
Nothing is done,
And sometimes it hurts,
I am also having fun
With all these thoughts.

Any straight line
Is pointless.

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

Let's toy
With Christmas's joy,
As if there's only tomorrow.

We made a non-thinking pact,
And than you broke it,
You, thoughtful rascal.

Sometimes it's not enough,
But suddenly it's tough,
And all the edges are exceptionally rough.

Crowded areas have a magic attraction
Of things going on,
People going in,
Events coming out.

I am thinking about you,
And that October is still available
To have you both.

a strange fat man
is always in my head,
he fears to be on a diet.

Breath in, breath out,
Try not to breath -
Nothing should go amiss.

Raving lunatics
Are dreaming about a world
Not so crazy.

Don't blame yourself,
Unless you're blaming me,
Then blame yourself,
As I already have what you think that you need,
I don't need it, too.

Don't expect too much
From this sky,
The sun is only a pie,
Winter is coming.

This life consists of strange thoughts,
Unknown dreams,
Frustrating pantomimes
And undiscovered plots.

Drips after drops,
There are no flops,
The rain is always succeeding.

Fate is like a big landscape,
With you somewhere inside,
Lost, but moving.

Look on the bright side,
Even if it's a midnight,
Nothing is left to fight,
Sleep tight.

You've got me smiling,
You've got me laughing,
You've got me living,
Please go on.

A huge ocean
Of strange emotions
Is washing over me.

What is fiction?
Fiction is love.

You never know what's the best:
To go east? To go west?
To feel the pains of love in chest?
To be prepared for the pest?

And after all
We will succeed
And be rewarded
With a sleep.

You're a very sophisticated person,
You organise your breakfasts to a tiniest detail,
I'm still looking for my coffee in a third cupboard,
We're  clearly meant for each other.

I've been told that I should be thinking.

It appears, that this is a mirage.

My current situation neither is current nor really mine.
I don't even know, what I have to do with it.

Crazy people should have their good days, too. It would make us normal.

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.