I'm left with nothing
cigarette's coughing
nobody's laughing
you up for a coffee ?

madness is the sudden wave
wave of the ocean
you didn't know existed
you didn't know you were drowning in.

sudden wave that kicks you in the face
like a never ending bully
from your never ending teenage nightmare.

every story is worth writing
unwritten story is like love that never happened.

tired of caring my name
my job title
my nationality
and my religion

voices in my head
are asking for more
I keep feeding them
with void

rain's having *** with the darkness behind the closed window curtains.

Skin is red burning
Darkness is closing
Come little closer
The end is getting closer
I'd like to be closer
I'm no poser
So making no poses
Let's get some roses
And bring the process
Of making the progress
To it's lowest
Lets live poems
Lets love as poets

everyday I got emails
with thin column of words in it
which they call poem
it looks bad
from the beginning
and becomes worse
with every word you read
the first thing you notice
is a burp of title
some thoughtless unoriginal
completely tasteless
words of title which
what could be it's only merit
is perfect description of
terrible nonsense that you
will be presented with
just around the corner
many beautiful perfect words
abruptly crushed together
by some perverted
self-esteem

hellopoerty is full
of terrible poems
like this one

bird are flying across the room
splashes of sunlight
on the walls
there is beat
there is melody
of their little deaths
flowing through the summer
of my heart