Imagine it, create it, work it!

Your dilated pupils staring into mine

Don't say it's out of fear

Don't say it's out of spite

You came at a perfect time

Just what I needed

You're my left I'm your right

Arm to arm

Time has passed

But you made me remember

And I know just what it is

Just how much it does

And I don't make plans

Anymore

we could get married as if it was just a blow

of air towards a candle

on a piece of cake representing

nothing but a

passage of life in two-digit

number.

You say you could hold

my hand in the darkest

of hours while you are

standing on the beach

catching last rays of light.

You say time is nothing

and we can wait for

the ship to find us

and bring home

without a northern star.

I wish it would

lock us in and freeze

the world so I can

read your soul through

these sparkling eyes.

I wish it could be

like that... love's demise

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With a storm you went

They opened the gates

Maybe some anger was felt

Maybe sadness

But overall killing silence and electric air

We knew you were there

Although not physically anymore

As if somebody just took my heart out

And tore

Into pieces with mad passion

Then put what's left on fire and told me

To live with the ashes

There's no way I could ever forget

Maybe it's good that I'm not numb

The hurt makes me feel the love that I had

Though there was everything and could be

A different wind flew through the window

A different bird sung that day

A different face you showed me

A different tone of voice

Without any preparedness,

Without a warning

It came like a lightning across a clear

Blue Sky

Change, It doesn't happen just like that, It shouldn't,

If you say you'll fight till the end, you do

You should… 

People like when the words hurt

People like plot-twists and sudden turns

People like theatre mostly in life 

People like to tell lies

People like heartaches when they're not theirs

People like storms when they stay inside 

People like thorns under roses petals 

Firey red 

Safely swaying in the vase 

People like rain when they read books 

People like events if they don't shake the day 

Maybe we're not okay 

Schizophrenic madman or a genius in disguise?

Wasn't he the only one who knew and who was of any worth?

Creating humanopolis, your utopian heaven

Between the nature and human hand's constructions,

Passionate talks with those who would listen,

Long walks to face the accident of conciousness

A Road to despair,

Forget-me-nots, lines and dots on a piece of paper that were supposed to be appreciated after 2000s,

Burning hand, the touch of God and artists around not knowing whether they want to believe or leave,

In the end they would regret,

But the tongues have started their run,

I want to believe this is just a start for a future

That you have created

As Dagarama

//Enjoy your utopia<3

My migraine,

My hurricane, my earthquake, holding me hostage,

The pain, painkillers painting my numbness,

I slowly fall into another dimension,

Behind a wall of not feeling at all and a head's pulsing roar,

Neurons breaking but still it's captivating.

Invite my shadow to walk next

to your colourful parts glued

After the storm

I will carry on blooming and

Turning into a butterfly

For the night

For my wings to Fall and

My heart to die

I let my guard down

One last time

Who's that body

Numbness of its parts

Have I said it?

Have I let the silence

kill my heart?

Oh there goes a tear

Oh how it aches

Let it bleed

Let it slip out of my hands

I can hear but I don't listen

Why do I let this noise pass me by?

Why this sentence structure I still choose?

Why the language?

Maybe there's no pulse

Again

The ghost, always two steps behind

Maybe it's staring from afar

Why am I in love with a smoke

that strangles your throat?

Is there enough

to float to the cloud?

Will it take me to the sky

in the flickering fire's

lights?

Am I light enough

to blend with the sky?

All of you are blind,

blind, oh so blind,

not to see the smoke, me

and the sky.

A bleeding flower grew

where the rain was due

A sturdy ground

dry soil

fluffy moss

concrete fountain

waiting for the drops

He died so many times

No fire could take him

No wind could move him

There was no stare to split

His heart in two

and to wonder why

The million faces,

ghosts and wanderers

in between social

groups and families,

Are they for their

business cases

or to rest, loose the

laces?

Are they here to discover,

or is it just another

trip to the city of

Kings that conquered

it all for them

to hang it on Instagram

wall?

I love the different

smiles, delicate stares

and unpredictable reactions,

I love the sound of

coffee maker, vacuum

and chatter from all

sections,

I love the rush

with every problem to

solve and every new

gossip that helps pass

the time.

Some things are tirening

in routines dark eye

but I don't mind

I go back to the old days

but now are no

old ways

and you say how

it all changed

but see we are much

the same.

Looking for the main

sense

and I don't even

write nowadays

I feel so transparent

like I'm made of

crystal glass,

they all look

but don't see me as

who am I

Am I someone to

them anymore?

Time will show.

I'm hypnotized by the

way the trees sway on

the wind

and as the light

of street lantern

flickers within,

the old TV shows that

play well-known sounds,

the way I caught

your shiny glance,

I was there, I was

alive, and for a moment

the world was mine,

so sway on, sway on,

sway on.

Give me the heat,

don’t leave me standing

in the cold,

I never fell for all

that’s gold,

but a heart,

a flesh and a soul

inside you,

and the eyes,

eyes crying over

world’s dispair,

now here we are,

don’t leave me in the

hollow,

or I will go my way,

and keep to follow,

the Moon’s dance,

my feet rustling in the

leaves,

from an end to another end.