A fantasy land

We live in a world inside a giant cucumber. We love-fight each other so much, even in our slumber. She travels in a pancake-spaceship, hunting my variants. I’m huge and dumb, and helpless, and naked, in a tie. She comes at the speed of light, but in slow motion, (hehe).   She pulls my Rockstar…

Oh nono nono no

  What happened to the pair never letting go off their hands? Kissing as if world’s about to end.   What happened to the pair when they happened to meet, that smile of idiots impossible to beat?   Oh no.   Are all benches in dark empty now which they soaked in their lust? A…

Scarecrow

  This scarecrow I stitched with old patchy sweaters and the trousers of my dead relatives. I kept its mouth open so to stuff it with discarded marbles I made memories playing but now are a great burden upon me.   Each marble I slid through the mouth with great sorrow but in hopes that…

Same old love

Fixated by your existence I use you as a benchmark for anyone new I meet. It’s bit too much obsession I know ‘cause connections always take time to materialize. But I’m a little harsh when it comes to compromises, like a mountain I stand, my hands stretched, in my own path, demanding that I drop…

How far away

Cool wind, smelling of eucalyptus and jasmine, blows as I observe in awe the craters on moon again. I am not lunatic; I have fair idea that I am not the only lonely lover doing this. Nor will I be the last. As long as there will be love on this planet, people will often…

On and on and on

  I’m tired when you come home smacking walls, take my hand, run my fingers upon you everywhere, and blossom layer by layer.   Take me with you on a journey to the hidden world inside your heart. Let me feel the widening cracks of your rigid interior, and smilingly cry at our helplessness.  …

Walk your fingers

I am hidden inside my skin. The one that you see laugh and goof is not real me. There are scars upon me, you’ll see only if you determine to see beyond my smooth skin. And the ones those you can’t, either they are far deeper than your reach or you are too ignorant to…

Theory of Soulmates

Sitting in a room lit only by the pale hue of a lamp in a corner, I twirl the glass of double malt whisky on the rocks. Mild clinking of ice-cubes soothes a little my heavy head which keeps on bobbling on its own weight. I look at the illuminating buildings outside my window as…

Deterioration

Funny, how temporal people enjoy their everlasting stay in our hearts, and feast endlessly on our sanity, because the more we dodge thinking about them, the more we think. True that human psyche is loaded with million complications. This one gets far more complicated when we try escaping nostalgia, and yet find ourselves tripping on very thoughts. What if she stayed, what if he missed that plane, would it be a little better? We don’t know, but we romanticize the idea of rosy possibilities.

Nothing but foolishness

Layers and layers of wind ruffle across my face as I smell dry earth through the window of my apartment. It feels like the lovers who come strong, kiss strong and leave briskly before you realize their presence. It all feels same–different layers of wind–but I can tell the difference. Just like you can differentiate…

Perfect

I wake up to the best mornings; your face beams like sunshine. Your kiss is my strong morning coffee, darling, the way you love, it’s intoxicating wine. Your eyes – tranquil turquoise. You giggle like windchimes. Don’t ask if that dress suits you, baby, you’re much more than just fine.   My days feel lighter,…

Dewdrops

You are gentle drops of dew. You water me and make me shoot to touch the blue.

Could be us

You see these birds. This could be us. Floating in air without a fuss about what’s ridiculous. We would brush our pointy beaks, understand each other even before we would speak, and shit on people we didn’t like. I could teach you to spread your wings and aim to soar high. Together we would discover…

Shaken

My feathers get sharper in hurricanes, but I create troubles for myself in my brain. I’m notorious for seclusion, but when it comes to passion I’ve earned myself some fame. I fly up to the moon and fall back in rain. I’m locked in paradox; I have no one to blame. I dream of you…

Bicycle

I walked backwards, I did headstand, I mimicked, I juggled, did the private dance to make it interesting. I tried to understand your deliberate nonsense. I ate and swallowed my offense, and wriggled on your palm to keep it working. I did what I could. But I can’t, I can’t be the only wheel of…

World upside down

She ran behind ducklings. She had a heart of pulp. She had a face of heart. She had a purple tongue. She was a work of art. She was the princess of her town. She saw the world upside down. She loved Motordrome. She loved looping cars. She often made her face. She smelled old…

The Idea of You – V

Hold your peachy face in my hands. Rub my thumbs a little around your blush. Kiss you just a little so we both shudder, and trace the anatomy of your jawline and ears. Squeeze a little your neck in my grasp. Feel your smooth skin hiding hard collarbones. Draw one broken heart on your chest,…

Dreams of rain

My words, I write them on a leaf, and eat back again. It hurts, so much I don’t want to sleep, and wake-up again. Sweet love, I wish to choke you in your sleep, or pop your brain. So numb, I want to stick a knife in my throat, and feel the pain. Enough, I…

Blood between lines

I’ve been missing your malevolent taunts. It’s been, darling, a long time. The way you would say always nasty things when often my words rhymed. You would make fun of it when you’re with your friends. It would break me down, but I smile; the cycle never ends. Then I would burn my poems, and…

Too dumb to be important

We’ve always been hopeless, and now our usual blue, clamped overhead with gazillion thumbtacks, has fallen upon us like an enormous canopy. The pale blue, an overlooked wound, we were too proud to not have, spews us with some more gray. We’ve started to believe this canopy is too big too thick for us to…