Poetry - Finished - When You Fall Out of Love

When you fall out of love,

You start seeing the truth,

And you curse at yourself

For not seeing

What your friends and your mom

Have been trying to say

And you've heard what they said,

Misbelieving.

When you fall out of love,

Then you start being mad -

Being mad at yourself

And for giving

Into course of events

That have brought you to him,

This unfortunate man

That you're leaving.

When you fall out of love,

You start asking yourself

"How do I really know

If it's worth it?

So that next time I won't

Make the same mistake and

Waste my efforts again

To reverse it."

When you fall out of love,

You pop corn and watch that

Same bad movie you know

Word by word.

You forget for an hour

And a half that you're sad,

Then go back to the same

Lonely world.

When you fall out of love,

You regret all the time

That you wasted on him

And the dollars.

You however don't know -

When you fall out of love

What you really become

Is just loveless.

Poetry - Finished - My love

If my memory fails, I still have my notebook

Where I wrote all the songs together with you

I don't happen to remember a moment I had

With you that wasn't true.

When I start on my journey, I pack all my things

And then I look at you hanging on my right

You're so peaceful and beautiful; your body's so slick

I will always have you by my side.

Poetry - FInished - Ashamed

No one likes to hurt

No one likes to be the fire

That takes the will

And burns

And then explodes like a bomb.

I don't know how to revert

My sheer desire

So I wait until

It returns

To where it came from.

Poetry - Draft - Dreams Awake

You're asking me what keeps me up at night –

It's your light.

But it's the same thing that keeps me alive –

And leaves me astray.

Why do I need a connection to you –

When it drives me away.

And how does it bring me back to the top –

When I dive?

When do I stop? –

What do I do?

I swallow salty smiles at their disguise –

To my surprise

You help to pull me away from myself –

Who gave you the right?

If you want your misery gather to party –

I'll be there in spite.

Had you decided how you want to it to finish –

I'd be back on the shelf.

This book is finished –

…Or has it even started?

Don't be like that, be like the rising sun –

Not the one

That darkens dreams, as the moon being solemn –

It's not you in the end

Who caused this system to break –

I'll just pretend

That I hate the night and you love the day –

You have stolen

My only way –

I'm awake.

Poetry - Draft - Train of Thought at a Dead End

Train of Thought at a Dead End

You did not take the morning train today,

And you're afraid that now it's lost forever.

You know it, but you are afraid to say

That you won't make it to your destination. Ever.

You took your dream and realized it, but

There'll be another; it won't disappear

Like you did. You don't need a lot.

And all you need is this for you to hear.

You are a whore, a slut, a bitch, a wreck,

You don't deserve to neither breathe nor be.

You're not a human, not a chelo-vek[1].

You cannot think and no, you cannot see.

But you will hear this, I command you to,

You need to step away from this euphoria,

You want to be yourself, and others too,

You have to choose or life will do it for you.

Oh babe, how many characters you are,

Your smile is like the one of Mona Lisa's.

And yet, you're like a self-destructive star,

You'll blow apart into a thousand pieces.

There is no turning back and no detour

At a dead end. All what you've worked for, halted.

Your game's main rule is racing for the cure,

And now that you have won, you're not exalted.

You are aghast. As well as you should be.

Your moral game is at its final round.

You're naked, on the cross for all to see.

There's not a ray of light and not a sound

In your prostrated, empty, thoughtless head,

It feels like days, yet, only passed an hour.

You wait. You only wish is to be dead.

But you're not god, and you don't have the power.

You're paralyzed… But upward from the neck,

Which leaves your body running wild and free.

You're not a human, not a chelo-vek.

You cannot think and no, you cannot see.

Poetry _ Finished - Love, in memoriam

I loved you for one day, the last day,

I can't say that I'm not regretless

Of this infatuation… but hey,

I loved you, and that's all that matters.

I loved you, but that was last Friday;

Today is a Sunday, it's brighter.

I went back to having it my way,

Un-blinded, thanks to the Almighty.

You showed me the inside of your mind

And you didn't mean to, I'm sure.

It seemed so divinely beforehand -

And it seemed so glacially pure.

But Saturday proved you a vain jerk.

Too bad, such a waste of a weekend.

You're out of me like a Champaign cork

Quickly unscrewed with a slick hand.

I loved you for one day, go figure…

Exalted you while my love lasted.

I loved you, as I pulled the trigger

And my bleeding love flew right past you.

I loved you for 24 hours.

It was one last day of euphoria.

My love seemed so totally ours…

It was only my love, in memoriam.

Poetry - Finished - Forget

Forget. You're back inside your shelter.

Forget. Erase her from your mind.

Forget her; she'll no longer matter,

Forget and leave it all behind.

Forget. I can't forget. She's there.

Forget. I've no idea how.

Forget. I won't forget, I swear.

Forget. I want her here and now.

Forget. You have a life… the other.

Forget. What's done can't be undone.

Forget. You'll be a wife, a mother.

Forget. I know that she's the one.

Forget. Stop looking for a warning.

Forget. Stop searching for a sign.

Forget. I knew that very morning.

Forget. I thought, "You will be mine."

Forget. Too late, my heart she's stolen.

Forget. "I want…" came from above,

Forget. "…to be yours." And I've fallen.

Forget. Head over hills, in love.

Forget. You've so much life ahead you.

Forget. To love, to fear, to die.

Forget. I really wish I had her.

Forget. I'm nothing but a lie...