Your Smell

Seeing pictures of you
Always makes me wonder
Why smells, just like feelings,
Cannot be captured in small pieces of paper

Stupidity

Even if I were the greatest lawyer
Or the most amazing debater alive-
I still wouldn’t be able to justify
Appreciating the wrong person

Just another love song

So you wake up in the morning and realize that she's not around.
And you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and see only one toothbrush.
Then you walk down the stairs and see the empty chair she used to sit on,
The orange juice she used to drink,
The beers you've celebrated with whenever your favorite team won a game.
And she's gone,
Like a bird moving from one place to another, chasing the unknown.
She could never stay at the same place for more than a year.
You dress up,
The clean shirt she ironed for you, your cologne that she liked so much,
The pants you bought together the day you were honored,
It isn't easy to forget her.
She really knew you.
She even told you she wanted you to join her. You should have listened to her.
You should have told her that you loved her. Now it's too late. She's gone

Supply And Demand

A slight friction
Between the known and unknown.
The known, when is gone, no longer exists.
The unknown, when is never in mind, separates.
A body touches an object, winds blow you away.
Nothing changes but no longer stays the same.
Kept love, after a year and a half.
A slight friction, a gap, a barrier,
Between who you, what you stand for.
Zero gravity.
Endless thoughts of communication.
There is nothing left to say, nothing left to lose.

Separation

Just another person
Just another day
Unjust situations, all at the same day.
Just another thought
Just another kiss
Unjust separation, it's time to say goodbye.
Just another minute
A critical minute for you;
Just another day without you

To Forget

Rough, heavy rain,
Falls and breaks dreams apart.
The sun is out, skies are blue,
The darkness of the heart,
How can it not change the color, the mood?
Staring at two hands, scratches of hate,
Signs of life, mixed with signs of death.
If only once more,
No more than a couple of minutes are needed,
To say it’s all different, but still the same,
See how life hides all lies without getting caught.
And then look into her eyes,
Explain it’s impossible to miss what’s in there.
Scripts are still hanged on walls,
A collection of old letters is still kept in a box,
But something that used to be so real,
So complex, and simple at the same time,
Becomes no more than a shadow of forgotten days,
Gone, irreplaceable

Love

Gravity drags force into your hands
The envelope is pushed off the chair
They reject your work after many busy nights
They crush your lonely selfish heart
News arrive quickly to your ears
You ignore words that are not about you
By the lake late hours of sunset
A crying ocean like a crying child of life
And no matter if the lights are on or off
Secrets are being told to total strangers
You still keep feeling sorry for yourself
Although you have everything you need
You have everything you want
Except for one thing;
The love of your life

Dead

Closing time,
How easily could you forget?
Wished nothing mattered,
But wishes never come true.
It was known, the end was close,
The moment comes to an end,
After all the gloomy nights, the silence…
Never asked to wait for you
When you come back, half dead
Nor cry day after day
About a lost generation.
Promises won’t be remembered,
Even though they weren’t made.
You are forgiven,
Eventually
Forgotten

Economic Match

Fold an origami heart and rip it apart,
Look after the pieces and try to pull them back together-
Nothing stays the same after it reaches the bottom.

Dead End.

Books and newspapers on a table,
Old photographs of lost hours,
Have you ever tried to listen
To the rain knocking on the window?

Literature.

Time has passed silently,
Economic decisions were made,
Students struggled with decimals,

Life
Will
Come
To
An
End

Lights

Lights turning on and off as she moves slowly,
paralyzed by the cold wind, motionless.
She hates these tears, the shiny breakable tears,
sliding down her face, the eyeliner all over,
the way the heart is threatening to collapse.
She walks down the busy street,
the city doesn't seem to care much about her.
She's moving slowly, as if she has no destination.
Pictures moving up and down,
cars poisoning the sky, people sitting in metro
station and playing violins for some pennies.
There is always the ambition
to go to bed and never have to wake up.
Life destroys too many people,
with a reason or without.
We look to take advantage of things, of situations,
abusing images, revitalizing old magic tricks,
chasing the future, searching for soulmates,
trying to do something good for just once.
We grow up, not innocent anymore, so far away from
who we used to be, what we used to believe in.
Why did we have to grow old, changing, becoming meaner,
riskier, having no mercy towards the people we love? Why did we
have to find each other wrong, then suffer
for the rest of our lives?