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My heart aches as I reach for you, And nightmares fill my slumber. Your memory dances within me And the secrets of our indecencies. I cry out for you in pain not in love. Because you are my heart, My missing soul. And you are much too far. You will be the end of this world The cause of everything crashing down, But I love how you destroy! Because you also build me. Our mistakes are just that, They live in the past, And the present is terrible But the future holds promise. Your kiss is my drug, Making me woozy. Your absence is painful And lately you're all I need. So destroy me! Destroy this life I know! Because what

It's a lazy day today. Reluctance in every step I take. (After many loaded working days This day comes to everyone. ) It's a lazy lazy day today. Reluctance in every step I take. Making faces to each routine I see. Feel like crying when deadlines I see. Though, I feel like to take a nap. Laying on the bed, looking at blank ceilings Thinking how days passed. How Stupid those ideas. Thinking about the future. I will not regret like today. And my eyes are heavy. Slipping in to a deep sleep. And waking up with a boom in those wacky dreams. It's a lazy lazy day today. A teacup in hands. Looking to the sky diffusely. Thinking

Love Is the bridge to life Fragile and unamendable We can pass through, holding eachother's hands Eagerness. Makes you abandoned When it let you down Leaves you broken It shakes with every step we take Gives us giggle and miss our pulse Don't get anxious Loosen your hands, hold the bridge Wind blows and air whispers in your ears Don't look down, it will make you dazed Look up, up and up Feel like in heaven Don't let your love be sore There is a death beneath

 Life. What does exactly life mean? Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart. And I know you will. Life. Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it w

Bloody murderer… Damned soul collector… Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!           I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies… Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss? I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss… A soul collector, destroyer of the mind, I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind… I'll encage his ripped soul, Just after he'll lose the self-control… Don't drag another soul into your disgrace, Just one more blanked face… Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace, I prom

Do you remember the day  We hid away from the world And counted each others freckles, Like stars on pasty backgrounds, Hidden away in the secret places We don't tell people about? And your fingertips, they danced As they traced lines between The dots, to make pictures Of the most beautiful Nonsensical things. I do.

our words are foreign strangers Dancing from the tips of our tongues to the drums of our ears our understandings are like pills Each has it's own reaction Our expressions are fighters Drawing their weapons to prove which is stronger We speak the words of war Of peace Of love Even when we don't speak the same language We make clowns of ourselves trying to find a way to tell our stories We flail our arms We stomp our feet We wiggle our legs We jump We leap. Just to seek understanding We seek understanding a world where no two people speak the same language. A world open to interpretation A world open to temptation A world wh

There's black all around, with nothing to touch or see, I'm hanging by dead images that started to discolor, swallowed by the obscure sea. In this dark universe the wind is breathless, To never wake up again, to bleed to death – it would be a bless. The sweet, cold rain, it never pours, Because here's no sky, no earth, no exit doors. There's black all around, with noting to smell or hear, In my dreams is still a bit of color, but soon it will disappear. In this dark universe my heart stopped beating, Here's no oxygen, because there's no need of breathing, For the last shard of sun I'm still grieving… I'm screaming to the

We are human We can be solid as a rock Flimsy as paper And Sharper than scissors We are human Just like the rock we can be foul and low Just like paper we can be ripped Just like scissors we can draw blood We are human So we think... We are more like rocks when it comes to choices Sometimes we refuse to budge We are more like paper when it comes to emotions They are unstable We are more like scissors when it comes to pain We rather inflict then be inflicted We say we are human But really we are just moves in a rock, paper, scissor game.