Let's talk about our feelings,
Or about our ****** life,
Or something else, that makes us laugh.

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

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

Let's wait,
As it is fate
And anyway it's late.

Letters are drunk,
Anagrams are sneaking in,
Commas are scared to death.

Let the light fall
On the surface of your soul,
And wish your soul a good night.

Let us see,
Let us dream,
Let us do other stuff.
That's enough.

Let us meet,
In a shadow place,
Where we can be
Face to face.

Life is a fleeting moment
Between "It's too much!" and
"It's never there!".

Life is a weird ceremony
Without logical interruptions.

Life isn't a staring contest,
Unless you are good at it.

Life is too short
To think too much
And to sleep too little.

Lights were reflecting from all the big and tiny surfaces, going crazy.
Shadows crawled into few remaining corners, hoping to make it somehow through the day.
Winds, in resignation but with a dignity, were dying away.
Only we alone had to stay, without moving, hoping or planning.

I like you.
- Likewise.

Lines can be straightforward,
So should you.

Lines go
With the flow
Of thoughts and sighs,
Without ties.

Lines will follow and go,
Page by page,
Leaving you behind and outside,
In some sort of cage.

Listen to the rain,
To the falling rain,
And forget all pain.

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

Little windows
For huge giants,
To observe the truth
And to write the books
For the whole world.

Long time,
No me.

Long time, no see,
And it was a really good time,
You see.

Look at me with your eyes,
Think about me with your thoughts,
But leave to me all your words.

Look in the eyes,
Look in the eyes,
Once and again,
Once and again,
And even twice.

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

Loose words
Are having fun
In my mind.

Lose yourself to me,
And you'll find us,
It's so much better.

Lost in space,
Forgotten in time,
I am fine,
I am totally fine.

lost pages
will tell their stories
to lost souls.

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

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

Luckily,
Being too clever
Is not forever,
But only for some idiots.

Luckily, every year there's only one October.
But still, it keeps happening every year.

March is a month of waiting
For something after March.

It might seem difficult,
But it's impossible.

A ****** motivation might be suspicious,
But at least it is reliable.

I'm a lot of things,
Wait, I have a list.

What do we have today
To sigh about together?

Crowds are coming,
To get your attention and to get away with it.

- So, now you think. How does it feel?
- I don't know, ask someone from Canada!
- Why from Canada?
- To change the topic.

Me and you,
We are just like two empty deserts,
Only I'm the bigger one.

melancholy
is the world's biggest power,
being itself powerless.

Men in black,
On the white snow,
Waiting for the darkness to settle in.

My life
Has an idiotic working title,
I will have to speak with the Editor.

Millions of thoughts
And thousands of words
For one love.

Minimalism of movements, gestures, expectations,
The happiness is being assured,
But the hands tremble.

Monsters come and go,
Nightmares stay.

More for less,
Less for nothing,
Nothing for a big mess.

If I had time, I wouldn't need much space.

I'm mostly happy. I hope, that's ok.

I can't do it, unless I did it already.

Once again, I couldn't pay my bills. I can only pay attention.

At least, I tried. I just don't remember, what.

Depression and anxiety aren't that much fun anymore, as they used to be.
So I'm just a bit sad, in no particular order.

Most important things in your life are floating, at some point,
(Not some junk in a river, though),
When you are very happy, you are floating too.

Most people are good in heart and honest in their intentions.
Unfortunately, only the Almighty and con artists know that.

Most understanding doesn't need any asking, but just a steady looking.
But looking strictly into the eyes achieve nothing.
An unexpected kiss does.

My alcohol haze
Is amazing,
It's the best.

My bed performance is overrated -
I don't sleep that long.

My body is a bewildered host,
My soul is staying in home office,
The door is closed,
The key lost.