The elephant in the room
Is feeling crowded
And doesn't want to feel invisible anymore.

Between bleakness and blackness
We have colours,
And the colours are quite allright.

I told you once, I told you twice,
Then I fall asleep,
That sums up our relationship, I guess.

And I replied,
With a lot of conviction,
That I wasn't really sure.

Just look straightforward
And pretend that you don't exist,
So you can have a peace of mind,
So you can have a nice life.

I know words,
I saw pictures,
I've been around.

In this year,
Which is quite rot,
I'm scared,
Why not?

My world is broken
In beautiful pieces,
Of which you are the best.

If you'd remember the journey to other people,
You'd be back already.

we are born and,
starting from then,
we are going home.

I don't want to scratch at the surface, I want to make a big hole and joyfully jump in it.

Be careful where you move,
What you think,
And with the ways to obtain an another drink.

"And here we go again",
Said the Same ****
And went on.

Few things
Are coming into my head,
And going out,
Poor little things.

Don't dream about your fantasies,
It's a second-level dreaming,
And it's weird.

I'll be always there for you.
- Ok, but could you please be elsewhere for me, as well,
I don't need you all that often here, to be honest.

To get livelier, the conversation changed its participants.

I remember all the holes
On my way to you,
I fall in every one,
But you weren't there,
You weren't there.

I want to be this thing
And you want to have this thing,
How could we not be together?
And forget about this thing.

It could be worse,
It could be better,
Don't think of it,
It doesn't matter.

My life is a textbook,
Full of print errors,
Written in an obscure Chinese dialect.

Take me out of my thoughts,
Take me out of my head,
Take me to a comfortable bed,
Make me happy, healthy and mad.

Finally, we found a key.
Now we are looking for a door.

I am a writer of horrors,
Please love me.

I want to throw my soul
Out of the window
And look than curiosly,
At what way it will go.

Always keep it simple,
In a cool and dry place.

I dedicate this little poem
To everyone who is reading it
Without getting fed up and distressed,
Because the will to read
Is not obvious
By so many people.

dynamic and dramatic,
dynamic and dramatic,
dubious and fake,
dynamic and dramatic...

it's a crazy story
inside of another crazy story,
which is absolutely crazy.

This is a beautiful day,
Please stay,
Forever,
In this beautiful day.

It's probably over now,
Unless...
Oh no, it's over!
Nevertheless...
It's over, I'm telling you,
What a mess...
Well, then it's really over,
I guess.

I can't believe I could believe all this,
I will believe I won't believe it now.

Let the light fall
On the surface of your soul,
And wish your soul a good night.

Being not sure is what makes people wonderful,
Some people are always sure,
They are probably not wonderful.

An interesting historical fact:
The russian intelligentsia was quite fond of mayonnaise,
Apparently it helped to think about the World Revolution.

Stay at home,
If you have a home,
Stay at home,
If you want have one.

This mountain is beautiful,
Like a huge dinosaur
After a couple of joints.

I sat down and thought about my life.
I laid down and thought about my life.
I couldn't go down anymore and I stopped thinking about my life.

I'm fragile, I'm alone,
I hate you,
Please come.

I know, I know,
My regular suicide notes
Aren't helping anybody.

It was a serious joke,
We cried, even,
Before understanding the meaning,
Sometimes after we left.

Please, give me one no-way-ticket.
- No return?

"You have to think
Outside the box".

            Schrödinger's cat

In the painstream of my life,
You are the torrent
That keeps me alive.

Unthought, untold, unseen, unfelt,
And then forgotten,
And then left.

At some point,
When there aren't any windows left,
Just look out of a mirror.

Sun,
Coming out of the blue
Sky.

I am tired, I will not think again about this. I will close my eyes and this will disappear. In the following darkness some miracles are bound to happen. After waking up tomorrow, I will found out, that my world lost a couple of problems, also because they were only in my head.

I couldn't sleep,
I wandered through the streets,
Till waking up, alone in a desert.

Too much thinking is a slow killer,
Think about it,
But not too much.