The coastline bent over breaking through sea level,
not a single constellation will stay the same forever,

I almost fell up when you landed,
past the frost moon and the overheat wave out of place,
after the fractured embrace pictured between Barbara and hell,
everyone now knows everything,

I lost the test which I usually ace,
same shade as the belt just above your waist,
silverish luster comparable to a cosmic cluster so enigmatic,
no one has ever described,
even I on the day heavens fired
a fireball which splashed into the deep blue oceanic eyes of mine,
with deep poetry instead of cold water,
freezing and vibrating like the wings of a South America butterfly,
moving further barely like a bayou,
in East, not the paradisal Malibu,
wish faster under the descent of disaster, of course enigmatic,
I’ve said ton of verses but never three words directly formed,
and those were ‘I love you’,
you don’t know a thing and it’s funny to me,

me versus irreplaceable limitations which both exist on my way and not,
I thought I’d heal my wounds with salt and forced laugh,
then I discovered Sylvia Plath,
and I’ve lived until I found the way out which has no personification,
born of cosmic inflation,
upon the world creation,
I’ve been through a revolution, through war with the walls and you now,
but the fire moves always in the opposite direction,
that was January,
when I loved but said no, to avoid the lesson,

it happened, hurt, and gave me one life lesson,
I was born with my poetry upon world creation and now I just have to let it out,

everyone now knows everything,

everyone except for you.

I rediscovered you in my notepad today...

it takes just one innocent gaze to get lost in the misty word you carry,
it takes one ephemeral look to travel to the Hollywood Boulevard,
it takes one brief touch to turn your life into a good romantic movie,
so much can cost so little,
and life easily turns so hard,

it burned out like a match,
overnight,
reasonless,
but let’s remain where we are,
in the spotlight,
or the avenues,
not our favorite boulevard,
like in autumn,
and February,
if you got rid of my love letter,
let me repeat,
what was said,

I’m your star,
only yours,
I shine bright,
just for you,
I shine brighter than most quasars do,
if there’s anything I won’t do for you,
then forget it,
cause I’m here to love you,
and you’re here to direct
the best love story ever written.

You are the proof of my great development,
diary made of waves,

emotional gradient which occurred in the fifth grade,
witness of great change,
from one man to another,
during the last moon phase,

shallowness of my deepness was my ticket
to the land of harmony,

the keeper of all the evil must have opened the doors,
when we were unaware,
and happy,

and then I met you
and my mind went desaturated,
I remember Ivy,
no one else does,
no one has the keys to my precious vault, which I call home,
I carry it everywhere,

I took part in an unfair lottery hosted by the devil,
I walked into the dark tunnel,
and left two months later,

I got good at this vague game called ‘living’,
it’s Hardmode now,

but the Waxing Crescent told me telepathically, there are no losses on the acute horizon
upcoming,

there will be confetti,
biggest party of the decade,
you must be the perfect lover,
you won’t harm me,

I’m independent,
I know it,

after the distance that I’ve crawled it’s clear as the night sky,
all the stars say:

I got this.

**** you,
you’ve never known that feeling of being span around,
until all you see is tiny stars,
your maneuvers never backfired at you with the wind change,
and you played your cards right in casinos, but those in your head,
and all those games you won blind,

but hey - it’s another wind change,
another summer in which I avidly participate,
season of the races,
later January poetry,
written over the black and white filtered paintings,

but I have some sunlight in stock,
on an unused highway leading nowhere,
that’s because I don’t want to share the light with you anymore,
since you are a light source yourself,
and I’m not just yet,

and you’ve gone through winter like it was nothing,
was it full moon or some other type of black magic?

but, as I said - it’s another wind change,
age of millennium,
when dying stars regain lost power,
peaceful aeon,
and the circumnavigation continues,
the next stop is where my sadness was born,
and if you’re the main obstacle again,
then I’m alright,

I’m resistant to the **** you do,

you really want to know why,
you never learn fool,

I’m stronger now.

Charlie,
we’re seven nights away from the apocalypse,
but Malibu is so hot,
I don’t want to leave just yet,
September is peaceful,

I went for a ride to the northern coast of the country,
with Courtney,
I saw too many new faces in that place,
and reflections lead me to this revolutionary thought,
this is not where I belong,

so I went to the city of gain and loss,
carefully between rosebuds,
that somehow grew along the driveway,
I visited your favorite place,

and I know this is not where I belong,

now I try to live a double life,
in the first one I brighten up the eternal night with a candle, out of kerosene,
and in the second one there’s no limits or world boundaries,
the sun is young,
and burning with passion,

I have a passion,
what, everyone’s curious,
I live from morning till evening like in a happy book from the 2000s,
I’m the brighter light,
rarely I get obscured but no force can summon melancholy,
those memories vanished in snow,

in laughter,
an hour away from Laurel,
you picked me up,
and we started a new journey,

I leave my bed every midnight,
find my side car in the lantern light,
park in my second parking spot,
so no one discovers our little secret,

every night,
whole lifetime,
you and I,

God, I feel so high.

The sun won’t go down today,
summertime flows in my veins,
endless like a cup of green tea,
soothing like ocean sounds,
majestic like a wildflower,
this is truly the only way to live,

and I thought:
this is the objective of my life,
keep close what keeps me alive,

the coldness in me left,
but soon it will return to me,
like a boomerang,
like hope,
which I let go, caught and lost again,
but the poetry of my heartbeat is warm enough to keep me safe,
from coldness,
from darkness,
from sadness,
may it be summertime every day,

back to business but without Venus,
you’ve hurt me enough,
back to Hollywood with a new mind:
cleansed,
warm,
and kept alive,

in the warmth of summertime,
pinnacle,
prime,
ground forever stable,
water forever flowing,
greenery forever green,

old menacing forecast turned into a joke,
survival into a game for children,
happiness into casual eternity,
and summertime is forever.

Writing your future into existence is no easy task,
but if you cooperate make sure that you do it right,

it’s three in the morning,
and I’m still at my window,
papers are disarranged all over my room,
it’s not like I love you,
maybe I miss you a tiny bit,
remember our unfinished love story?

but one day you received a letter with a red stamp on it,
your lines were the best,
you got such a huge chance,
to change the world,
in slow dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my pen ran out of ink you were doing all the work for me,
and when my head was empty you were giving me new clues,
you blessed me with blues,
now all we have is ooze,

now it’s seven pm,
and I went straight to the beach,
our sweet romance never made it to the news,
long ago when I loved you,
and I missed you even harder,
when we were writing the best love story,

but one day you received five stars all the way from heaven,
your lines shined so bright,
they outshined NYC lights,
you changed my world,
in free dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my teardrops went dry you made me drop waterfalls,
and when I grasped hope you made it escape like steam,
I clearly recall it all,
I remember every line,

we could have made a revolution,
but you ****** it up.