lost

recalling the past

and memories

was always my strong side

not fading

not regretting

but only the tea

is becoming more cold

and darker

like my thoughts have

with the time

not healing

but alive

now oppositely

my head wanders.

replacing

not easy
the change of direction
comes slow
and never
is the sense
that describes replaceability. 

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never in
and never out
the center of the outside
and nowhere
goes my heart
while i'm thinking
about you.

 

in between

gave up sadly

all i have

is not mine

and not close

the reality

only real

i find the distance

all the way

down

my heart is 

when the soul's gone

in between forever.

thought

overthinking

just like a painting 

with its layers

and deep end

is the main

mind's lining

not obvious

readiness to sink

in the thought

but it's not

the same line always.

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floating

the purest surface

not in common with

my mind's condition

much below

a safely visible line

connecting both sides

that keep the balance

i'm never in.

more like immersed

in the dark parts 

of water's extent

covered by sand

much below and under

the floating.

shortcut

no pause

no strength

i will cry all night

in case the death will hear me

and take me

far away

making all my dreams

transform

into the big one

pause and connection

a quiet place

where even the poems blur.

know me before

no me anymore.

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not feel like living

in fact never had

the existence

peaceful and reposeful

are the antonyms

of my soul's translation.

nothing more refreshing

than a rain across

the warm air

and a cold wind

touching my skin

when all descriptions are gone

off is my soul

also in the sun.

illusion

i eat illusions for breakfast
every meal contains some
light and colorful images
never hungry
but end up with both a stomach
and a heart ache
where the dissapearance appears
always in the nighttime.

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permanent sadness
cooperation with melancholy
friends for life
dark forever
stable consequences of unstable matter
just as short as its only title -
sad.
the adequate and compatible way. 

 

the end

there is no

good that comes from me

says goodly bye

to who inspires me 

the most

wicked complicated mind

with the hidden identity

the loss

that will never come back.

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when the only

burning piece

of inside smile

which was a bigger part

a longer while

has changed the view

and directions

on my face

nothing left

even the sun

no longer close and warming

me is not too.

mystically producted

symbols on the face

long-time and eternal

like eyes and lips

are my favourite 

about you.