Green Sticker – CH1- The Bed and The Coffee

Threads of few dreams untangle as eye-lashes stands up with the air, brown eyes contracts at the core, stained by the illumination of sun, quickly they drop down and requests the hand for a cover. Then as the hand slides up to the face, covering the white-brown pearl, they stand up again, peaking through the gap between fingers, … Continue reading

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Crazy Stupid Love

With the millions of miles between us My heart grabs a pause A dream of you sings to me Like the monstrous tides, the blood flows Memories from past grabs the present I swim and run and fly like a pigeon They say love drives you crazy I am fine with it; I am in … Continue reading

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An old soul and a torn heart

An old soul and torn heart Scribbling through the tides of times Sitting at the corner in a coffee shop Thinking about future and living the past That’s all I am, an outcast and the Mozart No song and no music Just the words and a blind stick of lyrics Knocking on door to door … Continue reading

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Vicissitude of our Ideals

I agree that today I might not believe in what I used to when I was a kid, and I also agree that change being the one of the powerful and strongest element in human life grabs you by neck sometimes. But can it mean that you experience vicissitude of beliefs? Can it mean that … Continue reading

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In Few years

In few years I would die again, in few years I would reborn Like the tick of the clock and clock of the tick I would exist in a trans-lucid form May be I would rest in peace Out of this-worldly chaos In few years I would grow old, in few years I would grow … Continue reading

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Don’t Quit

Mix it, deep down inside Shove it hard enough Gulp it, no taste It’s the hard choice Live it, embrace it For every punch, bear it You will have your chance And when you are ready, hit it hard Pour every ounce of your blood and sweat to it Don’t give up Life is not fair … Continue reading

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I am no Angel and no Demon

All flesh and bones, I am a man made of mud and stone Fighting with broken, yet a sword of my own Wrinkles on my head and sweat on my throne I am no Angel and no Demon Just a rotten mind of heart A small little creature Working hard and super hard.   © … Continue reading

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Circles

Round and round we go from the start to the end and back to start happiness and sadness as accomplice where is the straight line? where is the merry path? we run in circles on a circle ups and downs, round and round few breaths of pain and of no sound Some struggles of future … Continue reading

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Fighting with the Mirror of Past

Me: Who are you? Him: I am none, but you Me: oh really? we don’t even look-alike Him: does it matter? A pause grabs me, silence emerges as a foe Me: You are a liar Him: No I am not, I am you, the real you Me: You can’t be me, I m no longer the … Continue reading

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