Swell

in a brink of being denied,

you shout and cried to be heard 

you curved like a ball in the corner to be noticed 

everything awfully possible, maybe 

but they hide in your head

the probabilities, the shades 

no, darkness 

they never rise, only linger

they never see light, 

how familiar

you are told to remain your poise

like a peacock 

composed, at least

what are we trying to achieve

what do we intend to become

because we are supposed to 

according to the Gods, the norm, or the authorities 

but you, dear one

you came to me like a shooting star

where I caught you falling

that moment I had my head tilt up

September Rain

Blue skies we bed, as we exchanged our last vows

there is no eternity,  no long lasting love

just a full stop to halt all progression



like silence but not really silent


Tears flow like a stream, naturally

though cause unknown

Romantics are the ones best in denial

like you and I






I love you
you said


Part of me believe, it's true


Part of me questioned, why should the fact be acknowledged,
when it is only entitled to be denied



I would like to tear myself apart
just so nothing made sense

and then you will notice

what it takes to put you and I
together





And now we shall exit

forward via the hallway

Just so you know,

miluji tě

Dandelion

I remember what you said, not

But the tone, and the breath behind it

Not sure if it was tailor made, just so you could run away

You were swift, you think

Convenience, hit and run



Moonlit me



Guess I lost it all to myself

home run; a grand slam


cause I know well, we lose each other

and died on the couch after we stabbed ourselves,

after the long, sweet smooch

of sweethearts




that,

I knew

was the last time that I'll ever get to see you

Percy Anderson

The only reason I cried was probably because I found out that it was all real.



A mere projection of the pure and most innate. It travelled through space, greeted strangers, possibly friends.



And when you sang with the only way that I could recognized, it feels like the sky is falling down.
Tumbling, like rocks on my body.



Because it is a story about us. Apologies, lines and frequencies, regurgitated.
We printed pages, so we shall not be too hard on us. On ourselves.



You teared, I was going to wipe them away.








so maybe next time you won't leave

a pinch of salt

I cannot encrypt

thoughts behind the laughter

when you stringed a smile

your eyes, tense

I was never designed to be there for you

to share your pain

we were grouped for we know gluttony

I am, thus, a floating carcass on the surface of superficiality


Apologies flicked our shoulders

our eyes couldn't meet

if this is all I am(you are) to be defined

I shall again burst into a thousand pieces

throw a prejudice and nobody shall struggle

your judgement will be always precise

your wishful analysis, please


We deserve more of the sun

so that you can be shaded

so that I can be nurtured

I wonder, if that day will come

when the moon will sink and forever

hide her appearance

our weight shall be freed

shield of gold

Shield under you sleeves as I traverse

free pass gained, no restrictions

we shall love without conditions

without fear




Because I learn that love has no flaws

we shall soar and shed the unnecessary

when you created a space

an invitation to the unknown

instantly, we were unleashed from results,

orientations




I camouflaged colours

to what seems natural

so that it would take you an extra mile

to feast and harness


it was rewarding

for the play of emotions to be protected

blessed be, by our creation

formed like burning hydrogen



an impulsive chemistry churned

is a gift I shall shower you with



because love has no flaws

poppy seeds

My principle is not to replicate

fashionable expressions, perceivably par for the course


it is all about individualism, all about me,

righteousness written bold and loud

everyone had a fair chance of participation



a faint pulse beats

the synergy of our coexistence sometimes amazes me

a wise old man brought me news

no honey, I'm not paying you extra attention

we've had our fair share of secrets



the sun announced his time of the year

reflected on the lines I sketched

I don't need a calender -

it is the right time, now

while I recalled our last conversations








that bit of a moment

I put up a weak smile - consequentially

triggered by an inner gesture


we knew