you’re stepping on the ground.


every day i come home
and find myself
trying to stare through
those black + white walls
hoping to rent some colors
and moving thoughts
however mindless
they might seem
it’s better than
standing together
with no wishes or dreams

and then your face
slowly walks over
into my eyes
their lies fade away
into the colored canvas
of a dusky sky

but soon as a blink
i breathe in
and your eyes are gone
leaving my smile
halfway along
the way
where wishes and dreams
stay

and i see a cracked
faint voice over my ears
lingering around
“hey, you need to
keep walking
you’re stepping on the ground.”

end + begin.


let’s talk about love, she said
her eyes waiting for me
how would you describe it
instead of just letting it be

all of this we’ll talk about
it’s just going to be a memory
it did take a long time to find
but something’s dead in me
we had laughed, we had played
we had leaned on and let in
and then the leaves turned cold
time always at the end, begins.

and the light drained back to
the window it flooded from
we sat in a dark silence
all things about love, gone.

Hello, it’s me


you are a caffeinated disgrace
a living cliche wearing blood-chromed clothes
you ironical being
keeping count
of your second-hand, original ideas
carrying your thoughts
stuffed into your pockets
and speaking your mind to
anyone, not everyone
the unfinished longings that tumble down
the endless pages you never finished
painstakingly jumbled together
into clever disarray
to make sense.

Lost


It was a perfect moment.

The reflection of the sun from the water flowing underneath me reminded me of the glory and enormous pride of the arrogant, yet beautiful creation that sun is. I tried to look for myself on the surface of the water. But I believe I missed the moment when I dived too deep inside it. It was too late to come back to the surface. All I could see was my mind playing tricks on me. I was blind. The cool fluid stream meant nothing to me. I remember the fresh wet breeze tried to rescue me from my cycle of thoughts. It failed. I was there. But I wasn’t.

It was a perfect moment.

And in that moment, I swear, I was lost.

Leaving was never the same…


I left all the thoughts inside,

Some unspoken things in my mind,

Buried them deep under the ground,

With memories that never got found,

I saw the Sun going down,

Parting away without making any sound,

The light betrays showing the way,

To the darkness where the rest lay,

But leaving was never the same,

Without the dark it can never change,

No matter if the Sun went down,

Another one rises and light gets around,

Leaving the place with a hope to live,

New dimensions intending to give,

A new birth to souls that now rest on their own names,

But this leaving was never the same…