I met this girl with beautiful eyes, which were constantly looking somewhere behind me. Probably she was imagining herself a better me, a me of tomorrow. So, I decided to stay overnight in this town, just in case.

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

I can't take anymore,
I don't want to give,
I'm a close universe.

A knight in shining armour
Worked as a desert mirage,
But quit for a night job.

The decisions have been duly made,
All arrangements, too, have been met,
Everyone has been properly fed,
Don't you worry, just go to bed.

I wish I could
To have a mood,
And that the mood
Be good.

a glass of beer, please,
a promising smile, please,
I will gladly accept both.

it's too dark to be cozy
and not enough to be scary.

Your dark desires
Are the light of my days.

I left my impressions behind me,
I don't have them anymore,
That's why no one can see me.

The warmth of earth,
The cold of sky,
And me, in between,
Aiming for a room temperature.

In this poem
There is a bit of rhyme involved,
There is a bit of rhythm involved,
There is not much sense involved.

In duty-free shops of the airport of Reykjavik,
A deep-frozen fish is looking at me from the stalls,
With the Scandinavian nonchalance.

You are wrong about you,
I am wrong about me,
Let's have ***.

Night is a weird time
Between crazy evenings
And strange mornings.

I am afraid
That my thoughts
Would fall into a wrong mouth.

The harshest reality
I have to face
Is in my mirror.

I don't think I still think,
I don't know what I know,
I'm not sure if I'm ever sure.
Other then that, I'm just fine.

Nobody really knows, what they want.
Ask anybody loudly (a bit aggressively, if you must):
- What do you want?!
There will be an awkward moment of hesitation and then a tentative questioning back:
- You mean, right now?

an awkward question,
an honest answer,
an offended silence.

I will go, yes, I will go,
I'll be slow, yes, I'll be slow,
I will think, yes, I will think.

I am on edge,
On your beautiful edge,
Now, let's have it,
Let's hedge.

It was too soon,
And then it was too late,
I wonder, why this **** is called fate.

Blue butterflies,
Grey butterflies,
Black butterflies,
Everything flies
In the whirlwind of skies
And a whiteness of snow.

Sometimes, words are not enough.
You have to make sentences with them, too.

I am terribly nervous.
Are you terribly nervous?
Please, be terribly nervous with me.

You'll probably go or maybe you'll stay,
But nothing is linked and nothing is joint,
The only minimalistic point
Being in a Galaxy far, far away.

You might be a pig,
But if you're a flying pig,
The sky's your limit.

This white handkerchief
Of a new snow,
Has fallen to stay,
But will probably go.

The morning silence in a slight hope and a diffuse fear, that the last year,
Has no days left to be further leaking,
As it has now the honourable title of 'statistically speaking'.

Define stupid,
And don't do anything stupid,
And when you do anything stupid,
Redefine stupid.

We are looking at our screens,
Being in the same room,
Thinking about beautiful eyes of each other.

My understanding is
That I don't get it.

don't look at me,
I'm not looking at you,
let it be our compromise.

A flying crow
Will know,
I won't.

This magical moment,
When you are so happy about a new number,
Even if you're not an accountant (Happy New Year, by the way).

It was a very sad ***,
Nearly in a fetal position.

I was lonely in a crowd,
But it was only a small crowd,
So I wasn't really lonely.

Dreaming about castles and dragons
Is an adorable occupation
For princesses and civil servants.

Dark rooms offer a lot of the hiding place,
And monsters to face,
In the darkness of rooms.

I'm having a perfect life,
Having been,
Having been dead inside.

Every day
Go or stay,
Be as you may,
Just, please, every day.

A curious comet approached the Earth,
And hesitated, back and forth,
Before becoming a shooting star,
From afar.

I close my eyes and I'm so happy with you,
I open my eyes and wish that you existed,
And so I'm blinking all the day.

Strange rooms,
Weird people,
Normal office hours.

Close your eyes
And face your demons.

In this life, it's important to understand, that no orange would peel itself.
But you also should never forget, that normally no orange has any desire to be peeled.

Who invented the words?
Who linked them together?
Why nobody was stopped right away?

I'm telling you,
I won't say anything.

I am sinking, clearly,
I am sinking deep,
I think.