Indira
I met Indira on the bus going back to our room near the Dubrovnik bridge.
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Deri
I met Deri in a small café near the Stari Most bridge in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He wore a cowboy hat and some dirty, fake Raybans.
Butterflies
I remember Running through the fields, chasing butterflies Thinking I was catching angels, believing lies But then again, why couldn’t they be
Another poem on the porch
There’s a white death stick burning on my lips Black coffee and nicotine in my blue veins There’re snowy mountains in my eyes
The black butterfly
– Tell me another story. – Okay, but it'll be the last one for tonight. You close your eyes and go to sleep after this one, deal?
Scenes that just won't die
ME: Turn off the TV. I don't want to see the big headlines anymore. We've got everything we need right here, right now; we've got a thousand little things.
Partners in crime
Okay, here's a beach story. It isn't your typical, boring beach story.
Just a kiss
She’s just a girl… just a girl. Ah! But can’t you read the irresistible invitation of her curves?
Colorado blood flow
My mind is a naughty dog that breaks its chain every goddamned night.
Angel
Angel will ring your bell And your alarm too Angel will give you hell And heaven too
What if I told you this
What if I told you your smile can kill my fear of death? Would you believe me, or would you tell me to stop being such a troubled poet?
The beat of the drums
The drums are close behind I can hear their booming in my mind In the darkness, I hate every sleepless hour
My brother thank you
My brother thank you I know there were dark times When no lights shone in my eyes But yours never faded
I'll make you cry
I’m sorry but you ought to know That if you give us your go You’ll suffer through a painful show Just thought I’d let you know
Dark days
There's a part of me that's so tired of fighting the good fight Sometimes I just get mad at this beautiful struggle
Can you go hard
It’s easy to feel down, to lie still in your sorrow. It’s even easier to let the world fool you into thinking you have no other choice than to do just that.
A sleeping beauty
She’s so pretty. A real-life sleeping beauty, truly. God I love seeing her like this, all peaceful and quiet. It’s a simple sight, really, but then again, they say what matters most is the simple things.
We killed time again
He looked at her with his arms crossed behind his head, slightly supported by two messy pillows. She had just gotten out of bed and was picking up her clothes, which had been scattered all around the wooden floor moments ago.
Talking to the wind
It's been a while since we talked. I'm 23 years old now, but sometimes I still feel like I'm the same 12-year-old boy you left behind years ago with no explanation or answer or hint.
Objects in the mirror
Please, forgive my grey iris I got caught up in my old hubris Blame the impostor from above But my colors aren’t static, love
Killing the king
11 PM. Tim's eating breakfast at the local diner. Food would taste better if the mean old cook decided to put a bit of love in it, but he's a mean old cook, and he hasn't got an ounce of love left in his dying heart.
I had to lose
I can still see her, even if she’s no longer around. I can still feel her, even if she isn’t by my side anymore. She’s supposed to be gone, we’re supposed to be through, but she’s still here.
God's got time to kill
your struggles : mosquitoes hovering around God's heads, barely bothering Him. Sometimes, he kills one of them. And we thank Luck.
Electric eternity
There’s a soft, soothing electric feel when you put your body close to mine. Have you noticed? I love this feeling, it makes me feel alive and well, and happy sometimes too.
Beating hearts
You and I, we could be many things. Travelers, professionals, adults, fools, lovers, wanderers, believers, non-believers, rebels, prisoners. We could be one thing in the bright morning light, and another under the pale moonlight. But right now I don’t care about all that, not at all.