love always had four letters
until i heard your name
and suddenly it became five

They said rest in peace when I died.
I wish they would've said the same to the piece of me that was alive.

I invited you
But you stood me up and
time
passes
s l o w e r
When I'm alone

Most of us know
That nowadays,
Most of us do
Keep it short
It first burden thy mind
And keep brows up
Then we contemplate
Then we understand that
As we walk past life
We gradually let go
Of the rhetoricals
So we can walk lightly

rolling drop of sweat
slowly slowly drops.
From the bottom of your breast
aiming straight it falls
On your thigh it tries to rest
But it's a sticky plummet

there's one date I don't freaking celebrate
and even sort of hate
to perceive a certain day of a certain month
every year as a birthday?
frig it, no **** way; there is only one
such day, & mine is a lot behind
that date is just a bitter reminder, do not be blind
with every next year after an actual birthday
it's more & more just a "becoming old" day
that's to keep in mind
you, of course, are free to treat these lines
as some pessimistic whine
but don't think that thinking the way I do isn't right
as it isn't about "right/not right"
it's about point of view
after all, you have your own, don't you?